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Thread: People rarely change for the better

So many things, rushed through his head as he drove. He should not be behind the wheels of his car. He knew this. Yet here he was. What was driveing him through this? What pulled the chain, forceing him forward? Who swung the whip? He didn't know. All he knew was, that he needed more. Much, much more. First hing, as he arrived at the bar, was ordering a shot. And then several more. The alcohol got dominance of his mind again. Swung his thoughts in a carosel, leaving him dizzy, and foggy. He didn't even need the drugs now. But he still wanted them! He had a number. But when he called it, he got no answer. Fuck it. He didn't need it. He just needed the alcohol. All he needed. Alcohol, and Maya. Maya. Whee was she? Why was she not with him? Why was he here alone? Nevermind, he'd just bring the party home, to her. Yeah, that'd be good. He left the bar, but only after buying a bottle of Whiskey. It worked so well, with everything else he had. It was perfect. This feeling was perfect! He was strong, confident, and without boundries. He had far too many of those before. Now, he was free. Or at least, so he felt. Was he really free? He left the car, at the bar. Didn't need it. He'll walk home, the excersise, would do him well. His stumbleing walk, gave him out as an alcoholic. But he knew he was'nt. He didn't 'need' the alcohol. At least not yet. He just needed Maya. Didn't he? As he got home, he almost walked against the door, forgetting to open it, before he did. He grunted, chuckleing slightly, putting the bottle of whiskey, now half empty, next to the door. It had been four hours, and it was nearing morning. His eyes where hazey, no longer they bright loveing green. As he opened the door, he stumbled slightly, streching his shoulders, leaving the bottle behind him. His eyes drifted around, looking for what he needed. Or at least, what he wanted. He then entered the livingroom, his hazed eyes, stinging towards Maya. Sleeping or not. An empty expretion, dizzyness written all over it. With a hint of something, he had never shown before. Being an entirely differant person now.
Thread: People rarely change for the better

Maya's light sleep was awoken by a thump on the door, but thought it just another late night for someone, and she was right. The door was eventually opened by no other than James, or so she assumed. She just laid there unmoving because she wasn't sure who walked through that door just now. Sure it was James in body, but was it the James she had fallen in love with? She didn't really want to find out because if it was the James she had never seen before she wanted to be sure and steer clear. After only a little while she could start to smell him, and she wasn't sure if it was because he was near her or because he drank so much that it just eventually floated to her either way she could smell him, and it was worse than before. she flipped herself over to face in his direction instead of the couch. Hey, babe. She said with a tired voice. She still hadn't checked the time, but assumed it was early.
Thread: People rarely change for the better

The empty hazed eyes, stare down on Maya, as her sweet tierd voice, went through the room. He blinked a few times, lowering his head, to itch his eyes as he groaned silently. He wanted Maya. But he didn't want to go futher then this. Something felt wrong. He had an urge to do something, he did not really feel like. His hand stroked to itch his face, before his eyes, looked above it towards Maya. The eyes, had a certain hint. Certain yearning, he never showed towards her. He didn't just want her near, he wanted her body. But his eyes flickered. As if he controled it. As if he was still in control, of his drunken self. He pinched his eyes, and shook his head again, groaning as he took to his forehead. His teeth where clenched tightly together, his lips spread, in a painfull expretion. What had he done? The meories returned. The realisation, of where they'd been. And what he did. And what he had only just, almost done. A whimper escaped his lips, as he shook his head, turning to leave the livingroom, walking towards the bathroom. He could'nt even say sorry. He could'nt even look her in the eyes. What was this? What had taken over? The alcohol, still doing its best, to dominate his mind. Yet now, it only turned his walk to a stumble. He made it through the bathroom door, stumbleing to the sink, as he gasped for a clear reath. But he could take none. He coughed, almost forceing forth vomit, but he held it back. Held everything back. The wicked mindset. The malcontent. He didn't want to hurt Maya futher. He could'nt even imagine looking her in her eyes again. How could he ever stand tall, after what he had done? He stumbled towards the shower, dropping on his knees bellow it. It hurt and scraped his knees, but the dimming effect of the alcohol, kept him from feeling it. He turned the shower on, cold water running from it, and over his body. He gave a gasp, clenching his teeth together, as the cold water, soaked his body and clothes. He didn't care. He wanted it off. Away. Never wanted it upon him again. this had to be washed off, before he would ever have a chance to explain this. Explain what!? How weak he was? How he didn't mean to do, what he did? Alcohol, should'nt beallowed this effect. He, let it happened. He could'nt let it happend again. He had to be strong. He had to be stronger, then his father..
Thread: People rarely change for the better

There was nothing she felt she could do for him as she watched him itch and groan his night seemed to be affecting both of them. It pained her to see him like this, so she closed her eyes until she heard him walk away. A bad feeling crossed over her a conscious floating over her telling her that she needed to mend things. One part of her was telling her it was because she brought this upon him and the other part was telling her it was because no one should have to go through a bad night alone. She sat upright and sat on the couch for no less than a minute before she heard the shower begin to run. Slowly she lifter herself, grabbed her blankets and pillows and put them back in their room. She grabbed some clean clothes for him and set them on the counter, grabbing his dirty clothes from the floor and taking them out. She wasn't awake enough to have a conversation so she left and started a load of laundry. Part of her wanted to join him, the curious part, but all other signs told her no. That it would be a bad idea to get in his way for now. Maya started a pot of coffee for the both of them. She was tired and she was sure that he was tired too since he obviously didn't sleep. She felt like she was too good to him. Any other girl she knew would have been on his ass for being out, but not her. She was just letting things fall as they may. She walked to the door since she heard the small thump of the newspaper. She never really read the newspaper, but it never looked good to have newspaper stacks lie at your door. She opened the door and grabbed the paper, but something caught her eyes. She looked over and say a half empty bottle of whiskey. 'Well,' She thought, ' at least i know where he was.' She threw the paper inside on the floor and left with the bottle in her hand.
Thread: People rarely change for the better

James' head, was spinning again. The effect from the alcohol, rushing through his system, slowly being cleaned out. He had controlled himself tonight. Stopped himself. How, he didn't know. How he even ended that deep, he didn't know either. Had he always been that weak? Just. Not noticing, not haveing drugs prescented to him before? No, now he was blameing Maya. It was'nt her fault, not even the slightest. He had to tell her that. Had to tell her, he was sorry. But how could he? How could he even look her in the eyes, with any shade of dignity left? He felt his weaknes, growing greater and greater. He felt the urge to do something. He felt the urge to drink again. To take more drugs, to cloud his mind. To forget this! To lay it behind him. But. Would that not leave her behind as well? Would she stay with him, if he turned into that? The monster he thought himself, when he had shouted at her. Hurt her. How could he have done such a thing? A tear, slowly drifted down his cheek, amongst the cold rays of water. The shirt, and his pants, that he had not removed, now soaked in the cold water, makeing him freeze even more. And now as the effects where dropping, he started feeling it. Feeling it badly. It was so cold, it started pinching at his sides. A shakeing hand, reached up, to turn off the water, as he groaned, tighting a fist. More tears had welled up in his eyes, but never left them. Turning his eyes a red shade, as the blood shot stains, slowly vanished. Now turning him into the pathetic shade of a man, he felt himself. He was no longer someone he could be proud of. Someone he could look at, in the mirror. Unforgiveable. These dismal thoughts, brought images of whiskey bottles and pills to his mind. Did he really need those, to be able to live with this? No. No he just needed some sleep. He started slowly getting to his feet, not bothering to reach for a towel, nor removeing the icy cold, wet clothes. He stumbled to the door, opening it, with a shakeing hand. As he left the bathroom, his eyes turned towards the kitchen, where lights where still on, guissing Maya was there. He slowly closed his eyes, his body still shakeing uncomfortably. As he stumbled down the hall, towards the bedroom, the hallways suddently seem to be spining, and everything went red, before his tall body, dropped to the floor, and he went unconcious, the liqure and drugs, finally takeing its toll.
Thread: People rarely change for the better

She paced herself down the stairs not wanting to trip our of sleep deprivation. There was half a bottle left and she knew that it wasn't the cheapest stuff on earth, so she decided to hide it, but where. There were bushes and nooks, but she didn't want to hide it in public or in her apartment. She looked outside and saw that the sky was a cool blue making her think it was around six A.M. She sighed. There was no way that she would be able to fall back asleep now. She stepped outside and a cool breeze caused her hair to blow to her right. She could see the long, sandy brown hair of hers in her periphrial. As a hiding place popped into her mind she grasped the bottle a little tighter. Hailey. That was the only place where she really could hide it without him going there. Another thought became vivid in her mind. A thought that he would want to go back there with the expectations of another last night experience. Maya began walking. She didn't know where she was going, but about ten minutes in she found herself in an alleyway, and without thinking she threw the bottle against the wall. Shards of glass covered the pavement and the whiskey streamed down to her feet. She walked away. There was at least twenty dollars gone into that bottle, but her happiness was worth more than that she decided. As she walked back home a feeling overcame her that he would get mad, but she ignored it. She knew that last night what he did was the alcohol talking and that when she got back he would be back to himself. She decided to ignore that the previous night never happened and told herself to move on and look ahead to the future. The stairs to her apartment seemed so much longer than usual, probably because she was eager to check on James. the door opened swiftly and he was nowhere in sight. She turned the light off on her way through the house and gasped when she saw James lying in the middle of the hallway. James! She called out. She rushed to his side and started shaking him while repeating his name frantically.
Thread: People rarely change for the better

James, was only really uncontious, for fifteen minuttes, or so. After that, he just lay there, with his eyes closed. Thinking about what he had done. How weak he had been, while believing himself strong. he felt the aftereffect of the alcohol, pounding at his skull, as his eyes pinched tightly. Would Maya be able to forgive this? Alcohol clouded your mind, but didn't turn you into another person, did it? In his mind, it didn't. It had'nt been him, nor the alcohol talking. It had been his father. He had reminded himself of his father, so much. And it hurt worse, then being hit by a truck. As he heard the door open, his eyes slowly did so as well, stareing forward into the wall next to him. He gulped, and blinked, with a pinch of his eyes, trying to focus them some more. He had to be strong, or at least pretend to, now that she was back. He had to appologice. Appologice for something, that barely even diserved forgiveness. Yet as he heard her voice, call out his name, a smile slowly spread on his face, and he closed his eyes. Yet as she arrived by his side, he rose a hand, gently takeing one of Mayas. I. I'm fine. Don't.. He gulped, and gently squeezed her hand, before he slowly rose from the ground, with his other hand. His eyes was still towards the floor, still haveing a hard time, looking into Mayas beautifull eyes. He got up to a sit, with much struggleing, before his eyes finally turned to hers. The descreet smile, was now gone, into a shamed frown. I'm sorry Maya.. I.. Really am.. I promise.. I'll never put you.. In. That kind of situation again.. He said, his hands still trembleing from the cold waters, as one rose for her cheek, but hesitated on its way, shakeing slightly, before it dropped back down on his lap.
Thread: People rarely change for the better

A wave of relief washed over Maya when she was him smile because she could tell that the man before her was the man she had fallen for. She could tell that he wasn't a hundred percent better, or at least that's what she assumed since he hadn't gotten any sleep yet. As he sat up she smiled at him with a satisfied glow and when his face wore a frown she gazed at him with loving eyes. There was no way she wouldn't forgive him for his small actions and at last said, Don't worry about it, I already forgot about the whole thing. She smiled when his trembling hand raised to her cheek. It really wasn't bad enough to dwell on, and I love you so in good times and in bad I have to believe in you, and look at you now. You don't know how much that smile means to me right now. She stood up and let down a hand to help him up. I made coffee. She said with a beaming smile. Maybe it was the sleepless night that made her so unbearably happy or because she knew her James was back, but either way she was happy And she didn't care the reason.
Thread: People rarely change for the better

James' eyes, looked humbly back into Mayas, gulping as he awaited her reaction. Yet as he caught the love in her eyes, his worried frown, slowly grew into a smile, yet his expretion kept humble. He still felt bad, even though he was granted this loveing embrace from her eyes. As she reasured him, that it had been forgotten, his eyes turned joyous, yet still with the tierd hint in them. He rose his hand again, and gently stroked her cheek with his cold fingers, as she spoke. He smiled, chuckleing a single time through his nose, as she mentioned his smile. He gulped, letting his hand drop to his lap, as she rose. He smiled and nodded, unable to do anything but chuckle softly, at her beaming smile. Maya had always been the beaming hope in his life, ever since he first layed eyes upon her. She ment everything to him, so how could he even have messed up, this badly? He could'nt figure out, what he had done wrong. How the drugs and alcohol, could've clouded him that heavily? A weakness in the family, perhaps? Either way, he would have to try and do his best, to forget it. Forget his weakness. Yet even though he was now looking upon the most beautifull thing he could imagine. The beaming smile, of his beautifull, kind and gentle girlfriend. He could'nt forgive himself. He rose his hand, gently takeing hers, as he started to raise. He made sure, she would not have to work very much for it, knowing her weight far more then her, being almost a few heads higher, when she was on her bare feet. And as he got up, he let go of her hand, gently strokeing his over her back, leaving it on her side, to gently pull her other side against him, as he leant down to kiss her. The stench of alcohol had subsided, leaving only the smallest scent of it left. Yet if she wanted to pull away from the kiss, she would be able to. He stroked her side, before heading towards the kitchen. I thank you.. My love.. With all my heart.. I don't think, I could've ever forgiven myself, if you could not. He said, with a gentle smile, kissing Mayas forehead. I've been a fool tonight.. What do you say.. That we go out for dinner, tomorrow? He asked, smileing down on her.
Thread: People rarely change for the better

Maya smiled as he rose up and kissed her. There was still a small hint of the whiskey on his breath, but that was the farthest thing from her mind. She looked up at his tall figure as he spoke and she laughed. You may not have noticed, but it's about seven a.m. love. She smiled and walked to the kitchen with him. She grabbed two cups and poured coffee into them both. She grabbed her quickly so that it could warm her cold hands. She had a hint of guilt on her face as she remembered why she was so cold. She wanted to tell him that she smashed the bottle, but she didn't really think he would care all too much and with that she let it drop. Let's go to the beach. She smiled at him as the idea was said aloud. We can picnic lunch there. She doubted it would be full since it was the middle of the day on a monday.
Thread: The New Frontline (Cerberus and Amaya)

The sun was shining and it seemed to be a wonderful day. The country of Emmeria had seen no problems even after the Ulysses 1994XF04 Asteroid. To the people on the Emmerian side all they had seen was shooting stars as it passed over them and landed in the neighboring country of Estovokia. They had gotten it much worse with a high death toll, their government collapsing and falling to a military government. Had the Emmerian government aided the creation of the Stonehenge project then perhaps things might of turned out differently. Back In Gracemeria the day seemed like any other day, good weather forecasted for the day and nothing seemed to be of any trouble to a small little farm outside the city limits of Gracemeria. Suddenly rockets flew over head before dissapearing over the horizon where the city would be after a few minutes someone had come out side shouting. The Bridge, They took out King's Bridge! It wasn't long until tanks and troop carriers started to roll down the road. Toscha got out of the jeep and looked around as he checked his rifle. Spread out, get those people back inside. The other soldiers nodded and started to crowd the people back into their houses. Toscha nodded and laughed abit. Soon Gracemeria will be ours. -- Saturday, now there was a day that could never be ignored. A day where you didn't have people bickering at you and no work to do. Just laze about and enjoy the day as it slowly went by. Plus the fact that it had now become summer only made this Saturday even better. In the Leto's darkened room the soft sounds of dog's feet were softly heard plotting on the floor before jumping into his master's bed and licking Leto on the face. All right all right im up, gah! He sighed and yawned and stretched before sitting up and throwing the blankets off of him and onto the bed. All right Shadow lets get you some food. He smiled and ran his hands over the husky's muzzle and pulled on his p.j pants and a white tee-shirt. Leto knew he had to get up and at least start the days chores, feed the animals then relax
Thread: The New Frontline (Cerberus and Amaya)

Kate woke up early Saturday morning, to prepare the meet and salads for the barbecue. She wore her white top and white shorts and got down at the kitchen, looking outside the window. What A nice summer day she yawned and walked to fridge to get the supplies she would need. She wasn't living in this house for many years, it was three or maybe four years she married to the man of that house. Still young and hot being a step-mother for children that were close your age can be tough. But she was doing a great job. -------- At the next room the two sisters were having a fight again, as they wanted to wear the same bikini but couldn't. Stephanie the younger sister, known as the red hair girl around those parts would all the time act so spoiled maybe because she was the youngest. Much prettier than the older sister, but in compare with the step mother both weren't that cute. Dorothy the older sister and blond one was the most grounded in that family. So after a big argument Stephanie got her black bikini to wear, and Dorothy settled with just a black swim-wear classic but enough cute.
Thread: The New Frontline (Cerberus and Amaya)

Toscha looked at the road map then to his driver. Up there along the hill, a small house, Lets go and see just who is living up there. The soldiers nodded and some got back into their jeep. Toscha got back in and they drove up the road. He checked his watch for a second before sitting back and enjoying the ride noticing the people mostly obeying orders from the Estovokian soldiers. The Jeep pulled up and the soldiers got out. He made a motion with his hand for his soldiers to wait outside. Some of them looked at Toscha while others walked around the house. Toscha waited outside and watched his soldiers. He turned down his radio for a second as it was starting to bother him. He walked up to the door and knocked on it. It was true that the enemy was on their front doorstep. Leto then thought about it for a second and looked at Shadow. Oh sorry boy come on lets let you go out back for morning bathroom. Sorry boy. He laughed and grabbed his shoes and slipped them on and headed to the back yard and let Shadow go and head out Once shadow was done with his morning bathroom break he trotted back over to Leto and barked. Leto laughed and just patted him on the head. Well time for breakfast so go lay down. He walked back through the sliding glass door and to the living room and sat down watching the news as he always did. He stopped when he heard the knocking on the door. Wonder who that could be
Thread: The New Frontline (Cerberus and Amaya)

Kate was still in the kitchen making breakfast and getting ready for the noon family gathering. The smell of beacon had filled the whole house. She was making some more omelet and orange juice ready. Placing everything at the table, for the kids. She made also her coffee and sat down waiting for everyone to come. Come guys, breakfast is ready! I'm not going to wait all day long she called them. Soon the girls rushed from the room to the kitchen.They were really hungry or just acted like every day. Again fighting who would sit at the right chair who would get that and who would get this. Kate looked at them and sighed, she could see them acting if they were still going at the elementary. They were both attending college and they should at least act more closer to their age Kate thought. Will you drop that act and sit down now she yelled looking at the serious.