Artists Sanctuary [Inactive]

"my mother cut.." She said, after a while of silence. "I tried too... but I found something else to numb self hatred and fear I'd never be better.." her voice felt distant. She walked inside, grabbing two towels and tossing one to Cady. She rummaged through her first aid kit. "So don't feel bad."
 
"It's alright... I had somebody. Not everyone does.. and my mom had my shoulder to cry on. I found out I had something my Aunt called Manic Disorder, and being unable to function regularly, like relaxing or getting tired when I need to caused a tic. It was scary, but not the end of the world. We're still here, right?" She said with a true smile, one that felt good. She approached the other with a disinfectant, some emergency supplies incase it looked worse down under the bandage, wrap, gauze pads and med tape.
 
Apollo arrived home to see the wet floor. " I had better call someone about that" he said with a smirk. He went back to his room, picked up his phone and sent a text to Rita "I hope you got home safely, I'm really sorry about that. I guess I just want to say you're the best. If you need me at all I'm a phone call away".


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Cady nodded. "I was bullied all through school, I had an abusive boyfriend who treated me horribly and a girlfriend who used me. Because of the bullying I became depressed and because of him, I became anxious." She smiled a genuine smile back, holding her arm out.
 
Rita gave her a sad smile. "Well.. You're safe here.. I promise." She began to wipe off the blood, tenderly, placing a wet sterile strip of gauze the the skin and applying pressure under the bleeding slowed. "Um.. by the way, you think we're friends right? I mean, this is the first time I've had someone I consider a friend who's a girl." She nodded, approving the stop in blood flow and applied the disinfecting cream, than placed the gauze pad, wrapping it up securely. Her phone buzzed and she saw the text, quickly replying "thanks. Try to sleep well :) "
 
Cady nodded. "I do think we're friends, it's just... It's hard for me to imagine people wanting to be my friend sometimes, since I've never really had any before. This is also the first time my cuts have been cleaned, normally I just leave them and they're fine." She gave a small sheepish smile.
 
Rita frowned at this. "Leaving them be will allow them to get infected, and scar worse. You clean them and let them close, making it less noticeable as well. And don't worry about imagining it. Just try to be a little more confident. I know it's hard, but it helps." She hated how she was experienced in patching a wound like this, but it came in handy. "want me to walk you to your dorm?"
 
Cady smiled "Thank you, but I-I-I'll be okay." The drugs were wearing off and she was tired, she just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep. "I'll see-seee-see you tomorrow, thanks ag-again."
 
"I don't know. You look exhausted, Cady. Come on, I don't want you collapsing in the halls." She said with a laugh, opening the door for her friend.
 
Apollo awakened the next day. Went through his routine and arrived at school. His mind still fixated on the painting, and the embarrassment he felt from the night before. As he walked into the school the Dean called him into his office, he sat nervously wondering what it could be as he closed the door behind him.


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(Time skippers time!)


Rita awoke the next morning with a pounding headache, being very late for school. She sighed, actually taking the time to heat up the leftover sandwich from a couple days back, wondering if she missed lunch or not. She felt refreshed at the same time though, as though she slept for weeks and was completely rejuvenated. Yawning, she ate her sandwich in her dorm, questioning whether or not she could miss her last classes ans get away with it.


She thought back to the day before and grinned. Despite the mall embarrassment, it was a pretty good day. She knew the headache was because she needed something to eat, so after finishing it off, she downed some juice and grabbed another bottle.
 
Apollo went to the art room and sat eyeing a packet of papers intently, looking it up and down. Tapping a pen on the table.


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Rita, after a while of trying to explain the absence to teachers, ran off to the art room, glad they let her off the hook and have a free be to relax that day. She never had an absence before that and was always fairly active in classes anyways.


She got inside and stared at Apollo questioningly. "What's up with the papers?"
 
"It's a contract" he said briefly. He looked up to her while signing the final page. "The school apparently has a large dance, or gala, or whatever they'd wish to call it, and they want to use the Barrett Hotel and Conference Center as a venue".


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"Are you happy or unhappy about this?" She asked, a thin long finger on the first sheet, tracing it to read the fine print. "Sorta seems like the schools taking advantage.. yet it sounds like fun."
 
"They're paying for it so I suppose not" he said leaning back to stretch. "I'm fairly happy, it's interesting, apparently you're to give a rose to the one you would like to go with, if they accept, you go together".


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Rita blushed lightly. "Y-yeah.. if you like flowers and.. mushy stuff.." She ticked a couple times, hands working their way through her long hair. All chances of eye contact gone. 'Not that o don't like that stuff..' she thought to herself.
 
"It's quite interesting, if you ask me that is." Apollo looked down to his watch stood and looked over "I have to bring this back to the Dean, I'll see you later okay?" He then walked to the door met by a few girls offering him roses to which he kindly declined as he walked away.


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Adrian laid lazily in bed, standing in the rain had done terrible things t ohis health. It had given him a temperature causing his parents to force him to stay home, so there he was laying in bed silently looking through his books checking his phone once in awhile to see if Apollo had thought of texting him.
 
Rita watched, seeing a few pretty girls flock Apollo. Sighing, she looked down at her hands and locks of hair they were weaving through, blush very evident on her cheeks. She took out a larger sketchpad then her usual one and started doing a detailed pen picture of a rose in someone's hand. 'No way he could pick me over all those girls.. they're gorgeous and I'm just some.. twitchy friend he has.' Her frown deepened considerably.
 
Cady emerged from the adjacent room, paint smeared on her cheek. She smiled at Rita. "I'm not even going to bother with the dance." Her eyes are droopy and tired with large bags. She'd been painting since 5am after not sleeping.
 
Rita looked up at Cady with a frown. "What if Adrian invites you? I mean.. you really have a chance a it." She paused and inspected the other girl. "You look exhausted, have you been up all night?" She watched the other with eyes clouded in concern. first for Cady, then for which attractive girl Apollo will agree with going. She took out a watercolor set and began painting the rose she drew with a light yellow, flushed with some orange pink near the shadows of the petals. The hand was her own, so she matched the skin tone.
 
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