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Post by ISAAC SEAN PATCH on Mar 18, 2010 21:47:51 GMT -5
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Oh, the zoo. The glorious zoo. Animals behind bars, sleeping and pooping, and occasionally eating. And people actually paid to see this stuff. It was actually a bit depressing, really. But Isaac decided to go there anyway, only because he had nothing better to do. He left Cici behind at home, but she was taking a nap. And he knew that when Cici took a nap, she will not wake up until someone taps her on the shoulder. So because of boredom, Isaac was standing next to three year olds, sucking on thumbs, watching the animals sleep. This was the life. But what really intrigued Isaac was the aquatic animals. He loved fish, sharks, dolphins, penguins. It was fascinating to him, so he decided to go over there. He was never allowed to keep pet fish in his house, simply because his mother thought Cici would destroy the tank or try to take the fish for a walk. Isaac understood, because that's simply something she would do. He sighed and continued to take steps towards his more pleasurable exhibit. He opened the door, and a cool gust of air brushed over him. That was more like it. Closing the door behind him, he started the first exhibit. The tropical fish. His eyes traced their graceful movements, watching all of them fly through the water. He smiled to himself, not caring if he looked like an idiot.
[/size][/font] NOTES my coputer lagged in the middle of this. lol. WORDS 35O-ish. TAGGED no one. OUTFIT shirtjeansshoes CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION ![/center]
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JILLIAN JEZEBEL THORPE
SCHIZOPHRENIFORM DISORDER, SELECTIVE MUTISM
GRAPHIC BY THE LOVELY ADMIN, ELIZABETH.
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Post by JILLIAN JEZEBEL THORPE on Mar 18, 2010 22:16:25 GMT -5
something about the zoo was beautiful, almost majestic. one could be with the fellow creatures of the earth while still safety protected by bars, glass, or bullet-proof plastic. though jj loved the zoo, something about it sickened her. the animals were sad, trapped, and spent their time watching people, watch them. jillian would walk by the cages of the primates and feel their pain, knowing what it was like to be observed, tested, and put behind bars and walls for other's safety. she had felt the same exact way each time her parents had hospitalized her before putting her into jackson academy. the shrinks would put her in rooms with two-way mirrors, perform tests, and watch her as if she herself was an animal and not a human.
j.j only stayed in the primates and mammals section of the zoo for a matter minutes before she ran over to the aquatic animals exhibit. she had never felt an emotional connection to fish. it seemed as if the cold creatures were pleased with their environment, despite the fact they were in captivity. also, the fish were just as beautiful and majestic as any other animal in the zoo, if not more. jillian loved the clown fish, flounder, and eels with vibrant colors and eccentric movements. her hard soled boots hitting the exhibit floor resulted in a loud clacking noise that brought all eyes in the room to her. her eyes darted to the floor and her throat tightened. the social contact was a trigger and she couldn't help but stop in her tracks. she stood, frozen like a statute for a second before looking back up. when she looked back up, a handsome boy with raven black boy was before her and she couldn't help think that she recognized him.
it hit her within a moment where she knew him from. he was a student at the school or she thought he was. j.j recalled seeing him in class, in group therapy, or merely in the corridors. a smile graced jillian's face as she observed his. the young man had a large smile plastered upon his face that truly made him look ignorant. she stifled a laugh at his expression before walking up beside the young man.
jillian opened her mouth to say hello but as she did, no words came out. after another attempt, she knew the mutism had kicked in. j.j closed her mouth, took a deep breath, and tried to remember what her therapist had told her for when these moments arise. image the words. push them out. forget who you are talking to or where you are at. j.j did just this and a moment later, the shaky words of, “h-hello,” had stuttered out of her mouth. she kept her eyes pinned to the clownfish darting happily around in the warm tropical fish enclosure.
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Post by ISAAC SEAN PATCH on Mar 19, 2010 7:25:35 GMT -5
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At the sound of the girl voice, Isaac's heart jumped. He turned to look at her, his attention now focused on remembering her face. He had seen her in the halls and classrooms. But never had he actually spoken to her. "Hello," he replied, turning back slightly to watch the fish. They swam through the water, not a care in the world. "Not to be mean, but who are you?" Isaac noticed it did sound a bit harsh, but hopefully the girl would understand that he just wanted to know. He looked down at the anemone and the clown fish dancing in it. I wish I was that carefree. he thought to himself, putting his hands in his pockets. Going to a normal school, with normal siblings, normal parents. But what would be the fun in that? He smirked, thinking of Cici running around the house screaming, simply because there was no more cereal left in the house. And her ignorant parents, who looked strict on the outside but didn't give a fuck about life on the inside. Then himself. He sat around all day, playing video games. And the worst part was, he had a phobia of love. It wanted to make him laugh at times, but only when a girl who loves him approaches him does he feel awkward. The only girl that has ever touched him was Cici, but they were adopted siblings. It was understandable. He just hated love. And he hated when people thought he was homosexual. He doesn't believe in love. There's no such thing. And I should be afraid of it, because there is no proof that there actually is or will be love.
[/size][/font] NOTES LOL i just noticed my last post was only 25O-ish words long. i'm stupid. WORDS 32O-ish. TAGGED j.j OUTFIT same as before. CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION ![/center]
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