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Post by Teddy<3 on Jan 1, 2011 1:02:39 GMT -5
Teddy sighed, looking away from Jaz. His nightmares weren't really something to complain about, but a lot of people made a big deal out of them. He didn't want anybody's sympathy.
"Well every once in a while, maybe once every three months, my dad will beat me. He just gets so mad and he hits me. Just a simple slap across the face. But he hits me again, and again, and the look on his face tells me he doesn't want to stop. When he does that, I have a nightmare where he won't stop. He keeps hitting me, over and over, no matter how much I beg, until finally I die in the dream and wakeup in reality." Teddy said, a faraway look in his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair.
Taking a sip of water, Teddy wiped the abused look on his face, like a whiteboard, drawing on it instead a smile. "But don't worry about it." he told Jaz.
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Post by Jazmin on Jan 1, 2011 1:19:00 GMT -5
Jaz clasped her hands over her mouth as Teddy told his story. Even though he appeared to be okay at the end, she still felt her heart swell with sympathy. "Aww, Teddy!" she cried, latching onto him and hugging him tightly. She squeezed him until she thought his head would pop off. "I'm sorry I asked," she said quietly, letting him go.
She had no idea how else to react. She had heard of kids that were abused by their parents, but she had never actually talked to someone who had been through it all.
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Post by Teddy<3 on Jan 1, 2011 1:31:37 GMT -5
Teddy's eyes narrowed in iteration as Jaz clung to him, crying out in sympathy. This was the exact response he hadn't wanted. But after a moment he closed his eyes, just enjoying the contact that wasn't violent or cold or forced. He had to admit, it felt nice.
He felt the anger that had boiled inside him simmer and he smothered it, giving Jaz a reassuring smile. "It's fine. Honestly. But thank you." he told her, meaning it. The thank you was for everything. She had done a lot for Teddy.
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Post by Jazmin on Jan 1, 2011 14:18:55 GMT -5
Jazmin smiled back at Teddy and patted his hand. "You're welcome," she said. "You're too much of a good kid."
Giggling softly, Jaz stood up and trotted over to her stereo. "This music is putting me to sleep," she grumbled to herself. Lifting her voice so Teddy could hear, she added, "You don't mind something a little heavier than this, do you?" He didn't look like the type that sat and listened to violins and pianos all day.
Pushing the eject button, Jazmin pulled open a clear CD case to reveal a solid white CD with 'Jaz's Mix' written on the front in silver marker. She took it out and put her bedtime CD in the case, putting Jaz's Mix into the player.
Pushing play, Jaz walked back over to her bed and sat on the edge. Track one was her favorite song by Skillet, Comatose. She bounced her legs gently to the beat of the song, listening to the introduction, eagerly awaiting the first lines .
I hate feeling like this. I'm so tired of trying to fight this. I'm asleep all I dream of is waking to you. Tell me that you will listen. Your touch is what I'm missing. And the more I hide I realize I'm slowly losing you. Comatose. I'll never wake up without an overdose Of you. I don't wanna live. I don't wanna breathe. Unless I feel you next to me. You take the pain I feel. Waking up to you never felt so real.
Jaz smiled as the song carried on. "Let me know if my music offends you in any way," she told Teddy softly. She didn't know if he was that type or not. But it was Christian rock, how could that offend anyone?
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Post by Teddy<3 on Jan 1, 2011 14:33:49 GMT -5
Teddy smiled and shook his head. "Not much offends me." he told her. He listened to the song for a few more moments, knowing the artist, just not finding a name. He didn't listen to music often, not really having much ways to, or time. When he did, though, he usually remembered the song and could distinguish that artist out of million of others, just by slight variations in the style and voice and tone.
"Skillet." he said, finally finding them amongst the millions of other thoughts and memories and useless things stored in his brain.
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Post by Jazmin on Jan 2, 2011 15:55:25 GMT -5
Jaz smiled. "Yeah, Skillet. This is one of my favorite songs by them. My favorite makes my cry, so I don't think we'll listen to it." She laughed. The song was called Lucy. Something about it just made her emotional. She had no idea why. Maybe it was the deep love that a man could have for a woman, even though she was gone. He would visit her grave and bring her a dozen roses.
I should bring Daddy a dozen roses, she thought absently. Maybe that would make her feel like he was resting peacefully until she could join him.
"You listen to these guys much?" Jaz asked, distracting herself from her dark thoughts. She gestured to her stereo, to the song that was coming to an end.
Oh, how I adore you. The way you make me feel. Waking up to you never felt so real.
The soft piano keys of Lucy began to play. Jaz wanted to run over and change it, but she was instantly trapped by the beautiful sound. She could listen to the beginning; the end was what made her cry.
Hey, Lucy, I remember your name. I left a dozen roses on your grave today. I'm in the grass, on my knees, wipe the leaves away. I just came to talk for awhile. Got some things I need to say. Now that it's over, I just want to hold her. I give up all the world to see That little piece of Heaven looking back at me.
"This is Lucy," she said softly. She stood up and went over to the player, pressing next. "Sorry, I can't listen any further than that. It's cute, but I would rather not cry today." She laughed softly. The next song was by Skillet, too, titled Monster.
OOC:: Yes. That is the actual order of the play list on my iPod. x3
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