Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 2, 2015 0:27:04 GMT
Escaping the house these days was tough, Blake found. His sister had insisted on returning from college to make sure he was okay, and had taken up her old room again, and every time he tried to go out, someone would just happen to be there to usher him back inside and lie him back down again because God forbid, would Blake ever be allowed a social life when he was so ill. Okay, so maybe there were times when they had every right to stop him going out - the days when he couldn't remember basic things,when the migraines were so bad that even opening his eyes hurt, or even the days when he forgot to take his seizure medication, and so ended up shaking uncontrollably on the sitting room floor, completely out of it whilst his own bladder decided to relieve itself, leaving him to wake up feeling disorientated and pathetic, lying on the floor and waiting for someone to come pull him up the stairs to shower, or something.
It was only when he'd done that the third time this week that his mum dragged him all the way back to the hospital, muttering and shaking her head as Blake pulled nervously on his hat, something he'd taken to wearing almost twenty-four-seven as his hair grew back. He still had a bald patch, but it was growing, slowly. Three different scans and two doctors later, they found out the news.
Blake Wilde was officially terminal. He was going to die. Inevitably.
It was during the commotion at home that Blake had finally managed to slip out, which was a feat in itself considering it'd gotten to the point where falling down stairs was going to happen, no matter what, his coordination reduced to basic guess work as he could no longer trust his feet to go exactly where his eyes saw. Or, maybe, his eyes were the ones seeing things wrong? He no longer knew, and he also no longer cared. Stumbling into the woods, he had no doubt that he probably stunk of hospitals and death, and yet strangely didn't care. He didn't care that he officially had an expiration date - after all, wasn't that what he'd been waiting for? At least now he knew. At least now it wasn't a constant "what if?". Braydon would be crushed, but Blake couldn't think about that right now. In fact, he was almost delirious, brain failing to function adequately, only caring that he wanted to get to run around in the forest one last time - like he and Braydon did as kids - and forget that everything was going on.
All that mattered was one last immature run through the forest, then he could go back to being in death's hands.
He didn't mind, really. One day, Blake would greet death like an old friend, because he'd been waiting so long to meet him already.
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Post by Erik Carson on Feb 2, 2015 18:50:33 GMT
Erik liked going in the first. He liked to hunt animals because it got his anger out. It helped to not kill everyone he saw. He smelt a familiar smell. He began to walk toward it. His hand was covered in blood so he just wiped it on his pants. He saw Blake there and smirked at him.
He like Blake surprisingly he was an oddly interesting person. "What're you doing here?" Erik asked. He raised an eyebrow at Blake.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 2, 2015 19:30:21 GMT
"Oh, y'know, just checking out the beautiful scenery," Blake replied, glancing up as he heard Erik's voice, quickly throwing the kid a bright smile. "I mean, I was seriously thinking that we should pull all the leaves off one of the trees and fill Mr Barker's office with them... I have a theory that he's spent so long behind his computer that he's actually become allergic to the outside, and I would kinda like to test it out." Okay, so it was one of his worse theories, but the kid was ill, and it was starting to show, and there had slowly become less time for finding jokes in everything when there was a parasitic tumor, growing out of control whilst he, as a person, struggled to even grow an inch taller (something he was still very touchy about, mind you). Pulling his hat further over is thin layer of hair, Blake was quickly to pull a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket, holding one in his hand as he offered the packet to Erik. Sure, he'd promised Braydon he'd stop smoking weed, but he definitely hadn't promised to stop smoking. Still, he was weening himself off it slowly, and that's what counted, right? Finally, after a long minute of silence, he dropped the jolly act, blinking a few times at Erik before finally confessing.
"Cancer's spread to my spinal cord and brain stem, if I'm not seeing double, I'm wetting myself." He shrugged his shoulders, not quite sure why he'd told Erik, but going with it anyway. Besides, the guy had figured out he had cancer before he'd even gotten round to telling anyone and, without meaning to, Blake had almost grown to trust the harsh bastard. Unlike Braydon, he didn't sugar coat, and he wasn't painfully optimistic at times where all that Blake could see was darkness. It was nice, in a harsh kind of way. "...my brain's basically the equivalent of an eighty year old that's been recovering from a stroke, but keeps forgetting it even happened because he has Alzheimer's," he explained with a shrug, now fishing a lighter out of his pocket, "I'm officially terminal, as of today."
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Post by Erik Carson on Feb 2, 2015 21:10:29 GMT
"I see," Erik said but then he really began to think. He really did care about the kid and now the kid was going to die on him. Erik sighed and debates turning Blake but ultimately decided it'd be a bad idea for now. Maybe Blake wanted to die? He looked over after being silent for a really long time. "And how do you feel about it?" Erik asked.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 2, 2015 21:51:32 GMT
"If I die, so does Brayon," Blake replied with a lazy shrug, blinking slightly as Erik started to slide out of his vision, until there were now two of him stood in the forest, and twice the amount of trees, and every tree had an identical twin. Or, maybe, he was seeing double. Maybe. Squinting slightly, Blake waited for the vision to spin back to normal, focus temporarily lost on the conversation they were having, his head slowly cocking to the side as he tried and failed to fix the mess of blurs in front of him. Giving up, he finally settled to let the vision stay, dropping the cigarette from his mouth as he realised he wouldn't actually be able to light it, as he didn't know which fag he was seeing that was actually lightable, and he wasn't about to announce the problem to Erik if he could help it. The knew he was fucked - he didn't need to know quite how fucked. "I wanna live - I don't want the world to lose him; he's too wonderful." A small smile crept onto Blake's lips, and he looked down at the floor then, on the verge on having to wipe tears from his already blurred eyes.
No, he didn't particularly want to live, but he also point blank refused to force Braydon to live on without him. He couldn't let him down like that, he just couldn't.
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Post by Erik Carson on Feb 2, 2015 22:32:35 GMT
"What would you think if there was a solution? " Erik asked. He was debating it now. He looked at Blake. He wanted to help him. Plus the god awful stench was bothering him. He smiled at Blake and tried to ease the mood. Why was he becoming friends with this guy? He didn't like getting close to people.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 2, 2015 22:59:54 GMT
"I refuse to do chemo," Blake replied blankly, assuming that's what Erik was talking about. They'd spoken about it before, however briefly. Erik was on the side of 'sometimes you gotta do shit to survive' whilst Blake was very securely on the side of 'if I'm going to die, I don't want to die bald, thank you very much'. Sure, it was stupid and petty, but he found that he got desperate (and sentimental) when it came to cases like death. For some reason, he couldn't imagine being in a coffin at seventeen, completely bald. It wasn't his thing, and he refused to let go of it. "And, according to the doctors, there's no other way left to combat it, so..." There was another shrug, something Blake had taken to doing whenever he wanted to defend himself. He was in the right here, surely? Hair really was that important, right?
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Post by Erik Carson on Feb 2, 2015 23:09:40 GMT
Erik nodded he looked at his phone and sighed. "I need to go. I'll catch you later," Erik said. As he walked away all he felt was guilt. He could do something and he wasn't. He looked over and saw Blake going the other way. "I'm a dumbass," Erik said and the turned. He went full on wolf. He caught up with Blake somehow bit him and somehow ran away. Once he was far enough he turned human. He'd have to explain this to Blake later. For now he'd act like find do anything.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 2, 2015 23:29:42 GMT
Waving Erik goodbye, Blake turned to leave too, the entire conversation only leaving him with the conclusion that he needed to convince Braydon that, on the off chance that he didn't make it (which he definitely wasn't going to), he couldn't kill himself. He couldn't leave the planet just because Blake wasn't there anymore. He wouldn't be responsible for someone's death, ever, even if it was after he was long gone and wouldn't know either way. Besides, he needed the guy now anyway, because he really couldn't see anything in focus- there was still two of everything and he wasn't sure exactly how long he could put up with this before he lost it completely.
'Fucksake, hold it together,' he reminded himself, fumbling for his phone almost desperately as a chill started to settle in the air, and the signs of the evening were starting to set in. Suddenly the clearing he'd been stood in was all too dark, and he was all too alone, and so he started typing into his phone more urgently, just about managing to throw Braydon a text (admittedly, half the words had typos in, but he tried), asking him to come pick him up. He'd understand. He had to. Shoving the phone into his pocket again, Blake turned to leave, gaze not once leaving the ground as he struggled to find the path back again, almost making it out of the woods before something pushed him to the ground, a piercing pain unlike anything he'd felt shooting through his abdomen. Had the animal been any faster, Blake probably wouldn't have been able to see it, but he managed to look up just in time to see the dark wolf-like creature running away.
Attacked by a wolf in California? Now that just didn't make sense.
Still, he pulled himself back up to his feet, vision clicking back into place as he stumbled down the remainder of the path and out into the fresh air. 'Just get to Braydon, he told himself, Braydon will understand.
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Feb 3, 2015 2:56:07 GMT
Braydon was watching Taylor until he got a text from Blake. It was like midnight so it had to have been important but he couldn't leave Taylor alone. Instead he just gemtly moved her (she was asleep on his lap) he picked her up and put her in the car seat then drove to the forest. Why was Nlake even in the forest. He drovw until he aaw Blake.
He got out of the car went to help Blake . "Hey you okay? What're you doing out here?" Braydon asked. He kept looking nbetween blake and his car where his sister was. He was clearly over protective of both people.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 3, 2015 8:04:32 GMT
"I, uh-" Well crap, he hadn't thought this far ahead yet. All he'd known was that he needed to find Braydon so he could get home (or, at least, to Braydon's house), and probably sleep. Jeez, he was so tired. He was always so tired or, at least, he always felt like he was on the verge of collapsing, and it wasn't a feeling her particularly enjoyed. Quickly, he pulled his hoodie further over his chest, realising that he didn't really want to have to explain why he was bleeding when he doubted Braydon would believe him anyway. Truth be told, Blake wasn't sure he could even remember it correctly. Maybe he'd been hallucinating? Imagining things? It wouldn't be the first time. But it still meant that he had to explain all about today, and the tests and the scans and the symptoms that had been getting worse that he'd just refused to talk about. And then suddenly he was on the verge of tears again, seeing Braydon stood there in the flesh only serving to remind him everything he was going to lose when he left. He couldn't do it, he just couldn't. "I needed to see it - be in it - one last time," was all he managed to say, glassy eyes violently threatening to over spill when he really didn't want them to. Instead, he just pulled Braydon into a hug - ignoring the throbbing pain still in his side - and didn't let go.
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Feb 3, 2015 12:01:08 GMT
"Blake what's wrong what're you talking about?" Braydon asked. He looked over at Blake. "Come one let's get in the car you can stay in my house tonight my mom won't be home. " Braydon said. He looked took Blake's hand and raised an eyebrow at her.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 3, 2015 15:18:58 GMT
ake just did as he was told, biting down on his own lip as he walked over to the car numbly, fumbling with the door handle before sliding into the seat, saying nothing at the same time. He didn't know what to say, or what to say, and so instead was just intend to sit in the passenger's seat, silently tears falling down his face as he waited for Braydon to get in. He'd explain when they got home, maybe. He'd tell him everything, and try to reason out the animal that attacked him, honestly just wanting to know that he wasn't completely losing his mind. He could already tell Braydon was going to cry, a lot, and part of him was terrified that he'd end up having to trying to cheer the boy up when he was already failing to deal with it himself. It was too much. It was all too much.
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Post by Braydon Anderson on Feb 3, 2015 15:26:11 GMT
Braydon just got on his car and began to drive to his house. "Blake are you awake?" Braydon asked quietly since Taylor was still sleeping. He looked over at Blake. He put his hand on top of Blake's. "What were you doing out there? " Braydon asked sweetly.
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Out of Town
Written by Hosie.
222 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Male.
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Post by Blake Wilde on Feb 3, 2015 15:44:15 GMT
Blake remainded silent for a moment, nervously biting hi own lip as he tried to figure out what to say, knowing that it didn't matter which way he phrased it, Braydon wasn't going to remain composed. Which meant Blake had to. But how?? Forcing a small smile, he stared down at the ground for a moment before finally opening his mouth to speak, sticking to a short sentences as possible.
"The cancer's spread." That's all he managed before slumping back into the seat, swallowing back tears.
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