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Post by reneleven on Aug 31, 2011 22:14:22 GMT -5
------------------drink the poison lightly'cuz there are deeper and darker things than you i know 'cuz i've been there tooi know it might seem frightening------------------Morgan thought, at that particular time, he would have used any excuse to get to see Wicca again. From the moment he saw her he became enraptured in her beauty, her firey spirit, the brokeness of her family. It were as though they were meant to be together from the start. The only hurdle in their way was the rehab that Morgan worked at since it was against policy to get into any kind of relationship (romantic or otherwise) with the patients both in-care and out-care. It felt like centuries since he'd seen Wicca though it had only been a few short months. Both the part of him that had begun falling madly head over heels for her and the caring, counselor side of him meshed and gave him a good excuse to look into her files and seek her out. Morgan, having been such a progress-maker in Wicca's case, was given the task of going for her first after-rehab check up. He all but leaped at the opportunity to see the reason he had hope for the sun to rise. He was also told he had three other check-ups in the area which was a bit of a buzzkill.
The rehab was a mere two hours outside of Lipton and after throwing his things into his custom re-done, black '69 Nova he was on his way. He was dressed as any other day in a pair of black jeans and a band tee paired with his worn out All-Stars. His reddish-brown hair had recently been dyed a darker shade of red that was black unless under the light. He had in his lip piercings since he was going to be off-campus today, feeling better than he had since Wicca had left. She was his muse, his inspiration that things got better every day. He was madly head-over-heels for this girl! Indeed it was odd their circumstances for meeting but now that they had he could see himself with absolutely no one else. It wasn't like he was a huge ladies man before, but c'mon he still got dates! He rode in the car his thumbs drumming along to the alternative radio station playing. As he came closer and closer to the outskirts of Lipton his nerves began to get the better of him. He had to stop and fill up his tank and bought himself a coffee, as though that were going to help with his excess energy problem.
Finally after what felt like an eternity he had arrived in Lipton. He made his rounds to a few houses, found out one guy who'd left six months ago was back on crack and needed to be taken to rehab again. Finally he hit one that turned into a major ordeal. The girl was seventeen and had been out of rehab for three months. She had recently found out she was pregnant and had more urges than usual to use. She also lived in a very strictly religious household and had not told her parents. She'd had an older sister who had been kicked out at fifteen when she got pregnant so this girl didn't want to go down the same route. After three hours of counseling in the girl's living room she finally decided she would tell her parents and deal with the consquences. He left the house in an anxious mess, ready to see his Wicca. Morgan managed to get lost four seperate times on the way there but eventually arrived at the Diesira household. He took a few shaky, but deep breaths. Morgan slipped out of the car, careful not to slam the door, and made the short walk to the front of the house. He rang the doorbell and toyed with the hem of his shirt in anxious waiting. What if she weren't home? What if she were angry to see him there, checking on her? What if something had happened and she had relapsed? So many questions he just needed to know. So much aching in his heart to see her again.------------------to have the world fall apart right under your shoestrust me, you'll make it through------------------
words;; 681
outfit;; click
muse;; Good!
lyrics;; I'm Not The One by 3OH!3
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credits;; made by megaru. don't steal. it's so not cool. she will sick ninjas on your butt if you steal.
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