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Post by jonringo on Oct 16, 2007 10:23:46 GMT -5
Little crimsons roses, formed on the Astronomy tower floor, floating lightly in the white snow, then melting in, and blending, leaving a small dot of pink, as Jonnie's arm continued to leak slightly. His hand went to his hair once again as Aurora asked him a question, his eyes locked on to hers. He had no real answers, he was so confused, and had no clue what was going on. He remembered they were meeting after detention, and going to discuss their music, and what they were going to do, but the last few hours (weeks?0 we a big blur for Jonnie. He sighed, and sat down hard on the compacted snow, ice crunching under his weight as he turned his head to lean back on the wall and watch his Willow.
His breath was a little ragged, as the small puffs of mist formed and blew away around him, even his head showed some of the mist come of, as his fever pitched slightly, burning lightly in his head as he looked at her. It was obvious to him she wanted answers for something, and these answers only he could provide, but he was not entirely sure what the questions were, and so he watched her, his dark eyes an twin oval of confusion as he wished he could say something to her and find out what the hell was going on. Jonnie hurt, he knew this much. It was a pain in his heart, unlike anything he had felt before.
~OOC~ Hee Hee, you know you loved Sirius, admit it Vampie!!!~
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Post by xmusicismylife0x on Oct 16, 2007 15:49:41 GMT -5
((Vampie…nice luv))
Aurora watched as blood dripped from Jonnies arm onto the ground below them. The icy cold air that was surrounding her was starting to get thicker. Every emotion inside of her was starting to bubble up. On one hand she wanted to be angry with Jonnie. He cheated on her with at least 2 other girls. That was something she couldn’t accept. On the other hand, Aurora wanted to comfort Jonnie. It was obvious by now that he was confused and didn’t really understand what was going on. Aurora could usually tell when someone was lying to her and she didn’t get that feeling from him today. But, what could be wrong then? Where did his memory go? Was everything they shared the past few days just in her head? Aurora was starting to think that she was going insane. Wouldn’t be the first time She though sardonically.
“Your arm is hurt” Aurora said to Jonnie. She was lack for anything else to say. There wasn’t much she could do anymore.
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Post by jonringo on Oct 18, 2007 10:34:52 GMT -5
Jonnie's gaze fell to his arm, watching the small stream of blood flow, his eyes following it down his wrist to land on the floor below. He titled his head, and let his vision rise to drop on Willow, sitting back to the wall, prepared to hit her head against it as she always did when she was upset. He walked over to her, ignoring his own arm, and sat in front of her. His dark eyes locked on to hers, his lips frowning slightly. He appeared to be in deep thought as he studied her beautiful face, seeing the soft eyes, full lips, the face of someone he cared for deeply, one of his only true and real friends. His look was still confused, but it was resting a little easier, his vision a tad more clear.
Jonnie knew something was wrong, that she was mad at him, and that he had a secret that he had kept from her. Something that he was starting to think might be highly important. He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, his eyes dropping to the ground for a moment. A soft streak of his own blood matted down part of his hair, but he paid it no mind. He was going to come clean to Aurora, once and for all. Then he would need to wait and see how she reacted. He inhaled, and opened his mouth to speak.
"Willow," his voice soft, touching on the sound of a whisper as the frost formed in a mist before him, a cold cloud coming out with his soft words. "I, have... well... I lost time." He blurted it out knowing it would not make much sense, he needed to get his words in order, so she would know he was being as serious as he had ever been in his life. He looked at her, exploring her, and wishing she could read his mind, then thinking she would not want to be in there. He touched his head, and then looked away, forming the thoughts in the corner of his mind. Lining thoughts up like little soldiers going off to war, which was how he felts his head was going at that moment.
"I have been blacking out lately, losing hours and hours of time. Sometimes I wake up in the Forbidden Forest, other times in the Quidditch Pitch, and once, deep in the dungeons in this room I could not ever remember seeing before, it took me all night to find my way out, and you know I know the dungeons better than anyone." He paused, looked to her, eyes pleading, wondering if he should show her what else was bothering him, a soft tear fell from the corner of his eye, and his heart began to break with the pressure and fear of what he was going through.
With a slow movement, he rolled up his sleeve, eyes locked on Willow, to show the three deep cuts on his arm, cross wise, above the wrist, but before the elbow. He pulled out a small knife, pearl handled, and silver. He did not give her time to react, or to move to stop him before he ripped the jagged blade across his arm again, pulling and tugging his own flesh aside, a new line of red forming, and beginning to drip. His eyes looked at hers, pleading for her to understand, then they fell to the new cut. Crimson, flowing steadily, as he lost more blood, but in mere seconds small blossoms of green floated in his blood, neon in color, and somewhat bright. They looked like little butterflies dancing under the surface of a red sea, and he could hold in no longer, his heart collapsed, giving his body an ache like non other than he had felt before.
"Willow?" His voice quaking, as his body trembled, in cold and in fear. "There is something wrong with me." He let it trails off as he closed his eyes to hold back the tears inside, his mind reeling, another dizzy spell coming over him, he did not know what else to do.
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Post by xmusicismylife0x on Oct 18, 2007 19:54:29 GMT -5
((Jeez you want me to read all that….)) Aurora watched Jonnie carefully as he came closer to her. She didn’t want to deal with this drama anymore. It was giving her a headache. She didn’t know what to do anymore and quite frankly was over it.
“Jonnie” She whispered as he pulled out a knife and cut open his arm. It all happened to quickly that she really couldn’t have stopped him if she tried. She cringed as the blood started to flow out of the open wound. Aurora wasn’t very fond of blood. She almost turned her head away when she noticed something odd. There was a green glow above the blood flow. Something that was quite unnatural and didn’t make sense. ‘Alright’ Aurora though now intrigued by this mystery. Who wouldn’t be.
“When did all this start?” Aurora asked quietly her mind trying to solve this unexplained problem. She was now devoted to helping her old friend, anyway she could. Her heart broke to see how confused and scared he was. It was unnatural to her to see Jonnie this open and weak. Aurora was scared for him.
((Sry its kinda small compared to yours but I can’t see strait anymore.))
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Post by jonringo on Oct 20, 2007 12:42:29 GMT -5
Jonnie sighed, looking down to his arm, his eyes a deep brown as he traced the streak of red flowing down his wrist to plunk lightly on the icy floor. The green sparks were fading away slowly, and Jonnie looked up to Aurora. His mind in confusion, his head aching slightly. He shook his head, not sure when it had started, but remembering that he found it by accident.
"I don't know." He whispered. "I ran into a door last week, and cracked my head. My nose started to bleed, and I saw this weird light in the mirror, it was in my blood. I am not sure what, why, how... but I need to leave the school tonight. I must sneak out of bounds and go to Hogsmead. I need to contact Regulus Black tonight. I do not know what is going on Willow, or why you are so furious with me... but please know this, something is wrong with me. Something is seriously wrong with me... and I do not know what I have done, but I hope I did not hurt you."
He did not know what else to say as he pushed the long length of robe down his bloody arm, his eyes looking away down to the ground below. He was dizzy, and not feeling well at all. He felt like jumping off the tower and ending it all, but he knew he would not do it. He knew he would fight this pain, and see what the hell was in him. And he knew of only one person who could help him.
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Post by xmusicismylife0x on Oct 20, 2007 12:57:41 GMT -5
“Do you even remember what you’ve been doing the last few weeks?” Aurora asked softly. She didn’t want to be mad at Jonnie anymore. But, it was incredibly hard to forget what he did. Even if it was obvious that he didn’t really remember anything. She wondered if there was anyway to trigger his memory. Maybe he was just suppressing the memories. Although she couldn’t imagine why he would want to do that.
Unfortunatly, Aurora couldn’t bring herself to repeat all that happened the past week or so. It hurt just to think of how Jonnie played her and other girls. They probably didn’t even know what was going on. What about Bella? After all she was the ‘real girlfriend’ right? What would she think when she finds out about all of this. She would probably be as heartbroken as Aurora was, maybe even more.
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Post by jonringo on Oct 20, 2007 16:46:35 GMT -5
Jonnie closed his eyes tightly, suppressing a shudder as he heard her words, wondering what they entailed. The meaning behind her question went deep with Jonnie. It was obvious to him that something had happened, something that Jonnie could not recall, or did not know. Aurora had information about Jonnie, that Jonnie himself did not know. This made him both mad and afraid. What if it was something he was not able to deal with, some tragic event that might have caused someone else a lot of pain? What if Jonnie had killed someone? His eyes dropped to the roses laying in the snow, and he titled his head. 'How did those get there, and why are they there?' Then he sucked in a deep breath, eyes going wide, mouth almost hanging open as he looked slowly from the roses to Aurora.
He saw the pain and confusion in her eyes, and he knew. Somehow he knew, and his whole world trembled as he thought about what might have taken place. She was obviously mad about something, and it was obvious something happened that Jonnie could not recall. And now that he connected the roses, with Willow's anger, it could only mean one thing. He had come on to her, somehow, and did not tickle her this time, to fend of her aggression and play. In fact, Jonnie was beginning to think that it might have went much further than play. He ran a hand across his head, to brush away the rising sweat he was feeling. His eyes locked onto hers.
"I remember nothing Willow," his voice now calm and stable as he looked to her. He dropped his hand to his side, small drops of blood still running and flinging out to the icy floor. "I do not know what happened, but I need you to tell me Willow. Please, tell me everything... it... might mean life or death for me." His voice trailed off as he glanced away, dropping his vision to his cut arm.
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Post by xmusicismylife0x on Oct 20, 2007 17:33:14 GMT -5
"Tell you everything?" Aurora asked wearily watching his reaction. She wasn't sure what his reaction would be if he knew all that had happened between her and him and everyone else. Would he regret that night? Aurora knew that she didn't even though all of this had happened since then.
Taking a deep breath Aurora tried to figure out how much of the truth she should tell him. All of it would probably be best she figured. "I'm not quite sure what you rememer and what you don't so I guess I'll just tell you everything I know" She stated closing her eyes, mentally preparing herself.
"Well" She said in a voice with no emotion which was the only way she figured that she could tell him without breaking down. "First, we were up here talking, then we were kissing and it went on from there." She said refusing to look at him. "A few days later I was going to use our rings to ask if you wanted to have lunch with me and I saw something." She continued. "It was you with a girl, Hufflepuff I think"
"I stopped watching for a while, the next day I try again wanting to talk to you and I see you with a diffrent girl" She finished leaving some details out.
((Yeah I'm so not awake right now so it's really bad))
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Post by jonringo on Oct 20, 2007 17:46:38 GMT -5
Jonnie fell back to lean against the wall, looking down at her. He tried to comprehend what she was saying, but it jumbled up in his mind. What exactly did she mean with other girls? And what did she mean kissing her? He ran his hand through his hair again, his eyes laying on her, wondering what was going on, a soft trail of his blood streaked and matted his hair, almost making it appear as if he had a head wound. He sighed, and closed his eyes, he was not sure what rings she was talking about. In his confusion he had forgotten even the mirror she transfigured into rings, the very thing that unknown to him, would foil Severus' plot to use him further against other students at the school.
Jonnie inhaled and let out a soft cloud of icy breath looking down to Aurora again, his heart hammering in his chest. He did not know exactly how to continue, but he did know he had to ask one question before he decided what to do about the cuts on his arms, the green in his blood, and the hours of lost time. He hit the wall with his head, smacking it lightly, but enough to send brilliant sparks of light into his vision. He opened his mouth and asked Willow what he had to ask...
"Did we make love?" His voice trailed off as he held his breath, afraid of what to hear her answer.
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Post by xmusicismylife0x on Oct 20, 2007 20:52:55 GMT -5
Did we make love? Aurora repeated in her mind. She almost laughed in desperation. She didn’t think that this was going to be so hard. All she had come up here to do was to yell at him, possibly smack him which she did end up doing. This was all getting very confusing.
Looking away, Aurora was afraid to answer his very simple question. What would his response be? He obviously didn’t feel the same way as she did for him. Sadly she let herself believe he did because it fit in with her plan for life. “Yes” She whispered near tears knowing inside that he was regretting it.
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Post by jonringo on Oct 20, 2007 21:57:52 GMT -5
Jonnie sighed, hearing the words he feared the most, and drawing the conclusion that the other girls she had "seen" had meant he might have slept with more than Willow. He leaned back, hitting his head hard on the wall, knowing there would be no more pain that what he had inflicted on his dearest friend, and someone he loved, truly loved, and obviously had slept with. He looked to her, tears in his eyes, knowing what she must be going through being far worse than what he was going through. He could not even remember the event that was supose to mean so much between two people. His head ached, and a knot rose on the back of his skull. He closed his eyes, and cried.
"I am sorry Willow, I need help." He whispered through his pain. "Do you hate me?" He could only hope she did not, but he could not be so sure. He longed to go to her, comfort her, take away all the pain, knowing that to do so would only cause more.
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Post by xmusicismylife0x on Oct 20, 2007 22:04:11 GMT -5
“Do I hate you?” Aurora repeated trying to figure out just that at the same moment. “right now I’m not sure” She replied carefully thinking of the answer. “A few minutes ago I would have said yes without a second thought” She said shaking her head. “That was before I realized that you don’t remember any of it, I don’t know if I should be offended by that or not yet, Now I don’t know” She said ranting to herself mostly.
She shook her head, this was a lot to handle. “I don’t think so” She said continuing to try and figure out the answer to what seemed like a simple question. “At least I don’t want to”
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Post by jonringo on Oct 26, 2007 12:24:13 GMT -5
Jonnie nodded, his pain filled eyes moving over her, his mind thinking momentarily if she had enjoyed the time they spent together, then the guilt of not knowing what she was like came into him, burning him like flames inside his heart, and mind. He wished he could remember the moments they had spent together, and the things they had shared. Tears fell from his eyes as he watched her, knowing how angry, hurt, and confused she had to be. Knowing also, that somehow it was all his fault, and he had no way of knowing how to take back the pain, and hurt. He sighed, hitting his head against the wall again, hard enough to make small dots of light blink in his vision. His arm stung dully, the blood still flowing down to drip on the snow.
"Willow, I am so sorry." He could manage no more, he dearly loved her, and had always loved her, but he would rather tear out his own heart than to hurt her. But it was too late for that, she was already hurt, and there was no amount of words that could make that better.
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