Post by DEMETRIA KAERIE EVEN on Mar 21, 2010 21:02:55 GMT -5
FULL NAME: demetria kaerie even[/blockquote][/font]
NICKNAMES: demi
AGE & BIRTHDAY: seventeen, august fourth
HOMETOWN: Normal, Illinois
ILLNESSES: anorexia nervosa
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: junior
JOURNAL ENTRY[/blockquote][/font]Wednesday, February 10, 2009I am so proud of myself. Between today and yesterday, i had one single blueberry special-k bar; and i didn't even eat it all at once. I ate it in small chunks. I really didn't even want to eat it, i was made to. But i managed to get away with just that. My weight is definately going down, though. I'm that much closer to eighty-five pounds! And not only did that happen, but i went on another shopping spree. I got SO many cute things, you don't even know. I can't wait to wear my new black dress, though. And you know that cute kid i told you about? Jesse? Well he talked to me today! And i was wearing my extra cute studded leather boots. I swear, that boy is simply the cutest. Pretty sure he thinks i'm a freak, though. Oh! And i only smoked three cigarettes today. Quitting is harder than i thought.
So as you can tell by that small journal entry, Demi is anorexic. She is deathly afraid of gaining weight, and is well on her way to reaching her weight goal. But other than that small mental setback, Demi's quite the normal seventeen year old girl. She enjoys shopping very much, and likes being around people. She doesn't really have too many talents, other than vaguely being able to play the flute. Her mood is generally perky and playful, but as most humans, she has her off days.
NAME/ALIAS: alora[/blockquote][/font]
AGE: sixteen
EXPERIENCE: i'm not positive. so i'll just guesstimate at three years.
TIMEZONE: central
ANYTHING ELSE: <3
Conor was now officially Demi's comfort zone. She felt so safe there in his arms, it was ridiculous. Any little thing he did seemed perfect. It made her laugh sometimes how wonderfully corny she felt whenever she thought of him or was near him. Stupid little quotes that she had scoffed at before always popped into her mind when she thought of him, and she hated him a little for that, but in the best way possible, of course. He just seemed to make everything better. Even knowing that she was with a taken boy, she still felt amazing with him. There was just something about his gentle touch and kind words that was different than any other boy she had met, let alone been with. She knew that all of that sounded a bit rushed, though. She hadn’t even known him very long, for Christ’s sake! But she couldn’t help how she felt, and she certainly was not going to lie to herself about it. There were strong feelings for Conor, and that was that. No changing it, no talking herself out of it. It was funny though, how before meeting Conor, she might have slapped a boy for calling her ‘love’ or ‘babe’. But the way Conor said it made it seem so honest and genuine. It could just be love blinding (or deafening) her, but she liked it.
To be honest, she was extremely surprised when Conor laid down and kissed her, but surprise would not hold her back any. She returned the kiss with just as much passion as it was delivered, her fingers quickly snaking up into his messy brown hair, as to pull him even closer. Usually, Demi would like to take things slow, so that she could enjoy them, and not feel like something that could be used without any feelings (yes, this had happened before), but Conor was just a tad too much to resist. She could feel little tremors go through her body when Conor’s hands ran up her sides, taking her shirt with them, up and off of her body. She could feel that things were getting a tad intense, and was just about to start taking off his clothes too, when he suddenly pulled back, surprising her yet again, except this time with words. Sure, he had said he loved her. He said it almost every day, but there was something about this time that was very, very different. It was intense and honest, and gave her legitimate goose bumps. And the more he said it, the better it made her feel; the more she knew he actually meant it, and wasn’t just saying it for kicks. Conor loved her. And she wasn’t going to kid herself, she loved him too.
“I love you, too. So much,” she answered, taking the time to look him directly in his gorgeous eyes to let him know that she was serious. Shaking her head, she showed that she severely disagreed with his last few words, “I would never, ever leave you. I’ll stick around forever, if you want. I’ll… I’ll leave if you want me to leave. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.” Alright, so she wasn’t really thinking when saying all of that stuff; it just sort of came out. But it was true. If Conor didn’t want her any more, she would leave, no questions asked. Of course it would break her heart, but if that was what he wanted, he would have it. Especially since she knew she probably was not the best choice, anyway.
Seeing Conor’s eyes water, Demi’s did the same, feeling extremely emotional. And his trembling hand and lip didn’t help, either. With a small smile, she gave him a reassuring hug, squeezing him tight, letting him know that she was there, and she always would be. “I love you, Conor Ward. I always will” she whispered into his ear, sort of cuddling into him and inhaling his warm scent. But just at that moment, that too perfect moment, she heard the bus door open. Why, of all times, did someone have to come into the bus? Out of all of the hours, minutes, seconds of the day, they had to come in now? She jerked her head over to the side, unsure of whom it would be, and at that moment, when she saw Danny’s face, she had the strangest mixture of feelings she had ever felt. Both fright and joy were felt at then. Demi was honestly frightened that they had been caught, and that something just might happen. Something physical. Of course she knew Conor wouldn’t let anything happen, but the fear was still there. And joy was also felt from the exact same thing: being caught. She knew that now that they were found out, that it was over between Danny and Conor. This therefore meant no more sneaking around. No more of Conor being unable to see her. He was hers, and she was his. Everyone could know.
What she didn’t expect though, was how much Danny’s words would hurt. They were just simple words, but they stung so badly. As a girl whose heart had been broken before, she knew Danny’s pain right then, and she felt so awful for what she was doing. She would never apologize for it, but it made her feel like the worst person in the world. She was still so shocked; words were not able to be formed. All she could do was lay there on top of Conor, trying her best to subtly make her hair fall down and cover her body.
To be honest, she was extremely surprised when Conor laid down and kissed her, but surprise would not hold her back any. She returned the kiss with just as much passion as it was delivered, her fingers quickly snaking up into his messy brown hair, as to pull him even closer. Usually, Demi would like to take things slow, so that she could enjoy them, and not feel like something that could be used without any feelings (yes, this had happened before), but Conor was just a tad too much to resist. She could feel little tremors go through her body when Conor’s hands ran up her sides, taking her shirt with them, up and off of her body. She could feel that things were getting a tad intense, and was just about to start taking off his clothes too, when he suddenly pulled back, surprising her yet again, except this time with words. Sure, he had said he loved her. He said it almost every day, but there was something about this time that was very, very different. It was intense and honest, and gave her legitimate goose bumps. And the more he said it, the better it made her feel; the more she knew he actually meant it, and wasn’t just saying it for kicks. Conor loved her. And she wasn’t going to kid herself, she loved him too.
“I love you, too. So much,” she answered, taking the time to look him directly in his gorgeous eyes to let him know that she was serious. Shaking her head, she showed that she severely disagreed with his last few words, “I would never, ever leave you. I’ll stick around forever, if you want. I’ll… I’ll leave if you want me to leave. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.” Alright, so she wasn’t really thinking when saying all of that stuff; it just sort of came out. But it was true. If Conor didn’t want her any more, she would leave, no questions asked. Of course it would break her heart, but if that was what he wanted, he would have it. Especially since she knew she probably was not the best choice, anyway.
Seeing Conor’s eyes water, Demi’s did the same, feeling extremely emotional. And his trembling hand and lip didn’t help, either. With a small smile, she gave him a reassuring hug, squeezing him tight, letting him know that she was there, and she always would be. “I love you, Conor Ward. I always will” she whispered into his ear, sort of cuddling into him and inhaling his warm scent. But just at that moment, that too perfect moment, she heard the bus door open. Why, of all times, did someone have to come into the bus? Out of all of the hours, minutes, seconds of the day, they had to come in now? She jerked her head over to the side, unsure of whom it would be, and at that moment, when she saw Danny’s face, she had the strangest mixture of feelings she had ever felt. Both fright and joy were felt at then. Demi was honestly frightened that they had been caught, and that something just might happen. Something physical. Of course she knew Conor wouldn’t let anything happen, but the fear was still there. And joy was also felt from the exact same thing: being caught. She knew that now that they were found out, that it was over between Danny and Conor. This therefore meant no more sneaking around. No more of Conor being unable to see her. He was hers, and she was his. Everyone could know.
What she didn’t expect though, was how much Danny’s words would hurt. They were just simple words, but they stung so badly. As a girl whose heart had been broken before, she knew Danny’s pain right then, and she felt so awful for what she was doing. She would never apologize for it, but it made her feel like the worst person in the world. She was still so shocked; words were not able to be formed. All she could do was lay there on top of Conor, trying her best to subtly make her hair fall down and cover her body.
