Life Goes On[GAIL A.]

[honey]

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Falon was relaxing in her usual bench in starbucks, a french vanilla cappichino sitting in front of her. Her legs propped up on the seat, and a notebook in her lap, a pen in her hand. She was writing to her sister. Falon never got to see her, but instead of texting, they would send each other letters. It was a way for Falon to release her feelings. And her sister Kelly would help her with her problems, and she understood that her sister really did need the help. Because with how little Falon talked, she didn't have many friends to help her through, so her sister was always there for her.

Falon looked out over the water for a little while, and then looked back down at her paper, and continued writing.

Dear Kelly,

For once I have a friend, her name is Jaysa, but I am driving her insane. Since I keep forgetting my medication, one day I am all happy and giggly, the next I am skulking in a corner. And she is getting annoyed. I wish I could explain why I am like I am, because she will feel pity for me. And I can not stand people pitying me. I want to punch them when they do. And that is why I get into the fights I do. But you know that already. I don't know what to do. Should I, despite my feelings, tell her what's going on? Or should I just end our friendship, and let her get on with her life? I'm thinking of just letting her get fed up and just end the friendship. I'm not mean enough to do it myself. Please, write back soon. I don't know what to do.

Love you always,
Falon

Falon closed her notebook, and laid her head back. Dozing off. She was exhausted. She hadn't slept the night before. And that was due to the fact that she took her medicine late. So it kept her up, but it wasn't helping her depression. She still wanted to get a knife like normal and just cut. But she had promised her sister she wouldn't do that anymore. So she just slide her sleeves up to cover her scars, and looked back out the window.

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^{TAG - Gail
WORDS - 379
NOTES - I hope this post doesn't suck. :/
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[GAIL ADAMS]

Gail slipped into the Starbucks. She had changed out of her beach wear and pulled on a pair of jeans and a white shirt. Her hair was fluffed around her shoulders. She had spied Falon in the near booth and broke into a grin. She headed over to her.

"Hey Falon whats up?" Gail asked sliding into the booth. She placed her purse on the vinyl seat beside her.

"I certainly had an exciting experience. Some famous movie star asked me to a premiere" she said rolling her eyes. Keeping her word to Leo, she wasn't going to reveal who he was to Falon. She kept her promises of course.

"So anyway, what have you been up to?" she asked her best fiend eagerly. "Mind you the earlier statement about being asked to a premiere is true" she said as the waitress came and took her order. She relayed what she wanted and then turned her attention back to Falon.

She and Falon have been best friends for a long time. Both of them knew what it was like to be abused. Gail loved and trusted Falon completely. She motioned to Falons laptop.

"Checking Emails?" she asked her curiously and waited.

[honey]

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Falon jumped when Gail started talking. She glared at her best friend. "You know I startle easily!" She hissed playfully and grinned. Falon could be her old self around Gail. Because she understood what Falon was going through. To an extent. Falon raised her eyebrows at what Gail said. "And who is this lovely actor you speak of? And did he invite your best friend?" She smiled. Wiggling her eye brows. Then closed her laptop. "And no, I wasn't checking...well i kinda was checking my emails. I was writing one. You know how me and Kelly write to each other weakly. I didn't get a chance to write her back yesterday, so I wrote her back today." She smiled and sipped on her coffee. "So besides being asked to a premiere, what have you been up to my sister?" Falon asked. She pulled out her medicine bottle, she had forgotten to take it this morning and took two out. Popping them in her mouth, and washing it down with her drink. Her sleeve fell slightly, and a fresh scar showed. She fixed her sleeve, hoping Gail hadn't noticed. She had a bad night last night, and had gotten really down, so she had cut. It was normal for her, but Gail didn't know that. Falon had lied and told her she stopped, and so far, Gail hadn't found out she was still doing it. And Falon didn't want to change that now.

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^{TAG - Gail
WORDS - 243
NOTES - I hope this post doesn't suck. :/
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}