its all too far gone - - *OPEN.

[amelia saint daesen.]

[ooc;sorry this is a bit rubbish. i'll try more next time <3]

[mathew allen dale.]

Mathew spent a lot of time wondering around these days, trying to figure things out in his head. He did not feel that he should be here, but no one understood that he was just trying to defend himself. Everyone believed that his foster father was this great man who could never do anything wrong. He had a great job and many friends, no one wanted to look past that. No one got to see the man who sat in his recliner every single night and drank himself half to death. No one saw the man that came into his room at night and beat the shit out of Mathew. No one else could see him for the monster that he really was. Instead, Mathew was a murderer for taking this man out of this world. Mathew put him in the ground where he belonged and no one else could see it but him. Why was it so hard for the world to see monsters? It was then that Mathew decided to hate the rest of the world. The world decided to do the same and hate him back. They said that he was crazy. Mathew wasn't crazy, just the only one who could see monsters for what they really were. He saw them everywhere too, more so on this island then anywhere else. He was surrounded by monsters.

Mathew pulled his hood down from his hoodie and pulled his sleeves up. It was sunny again but he did not trust anyone here enough to leave any of his possessions anywhere other then on himself. All he had were the clothes that he was wearing, a necklace that his mother had given him and a picture of his family from when he was a baby. He did not know his family growing up but he knew they were out there somewhere. They just did not have the ability to take care of him. They couldn't have done a whole lot worse of a job then the many people that spent their time trying to raise him over the years. Who knows, maybe if his family would have kept him, he would not be on this island, he would not have to have gone through all of the abuse and trauma.

Pushing his way through the trees, he was headed for the spring. It was one of his favorite places of this island. He did not like being here but he didn't mind the spring. If he cleared his mind and didn't think about it, he could imagine he was on vacation somewhere. He could pretend that he just wondered away from his family for a while to get away and enjoy the fresh air. Most would say it was stupid and childish to make believe but in his opinion it kept him going. It kept him from losing his mind and becoming a cold hollow shell that he knew he had the ability to become. He used to be so full of life, the kid you could never get to shut up, now just getting him to talk was a hard task to pull off. He honestly, did not have a whole lot to say to anyone anymore. especially these monsters on this island.

Upon reaching the creak he noticed someone in the water. There were so many people here it was hard to know them all. He did not spend much time with any of them so unless someone had taken the time to get to know him, he did not know them. This girl was a stranger to him. She had a slight hint of familiarality in her face but not enough to make him know for sure that he had met her or seen her before. She was pretty and that made him hide behind a tree. He was never any good with girls, more so pretty ones. He always said the wrong thing, and the only way to avoid doing that was to just not talk to them to begin with.

Not wanting to let her know that he was there he took a few steps back, getting ready to turn himself around and run away. Upon stepping back, he stepped on a branch, which threw his balance off and caused him to fall backwards. He felt the back of his head hit the ground in a thud and everything around him went blurry for a few seconds. Ouch! Did he say that out loud? Was it in his head? Was it even him at all. He made a few more grunting and moaning sounds, trying to pull himself up but he did not have the strength in that moment, so he just laid there, eyes staring straight up at the bright summer sky above.

[amelia saint daesen.]

[/b] she mumbled under her breath; talking too herself, random words taken from sentances that were rushing through her brain. She took a few more paces through the trees before she saw someone, a male maybe, laying there helplessly on the ground, not even trying too get away from her, he didn’t even look a threat too anyone or anything.

Feeling confident in herself and incredibly safe she took a few strides towards the boy; her heart speeding up so quickly you would have thought she’d been running for hours. People made her nervous especially ones such as him... the guy on the ground who didn’t look like a predator. "Why're you here? What were you doing? Where you watching me?" Saint’s tone was strong and she spoke quickly feeling slightly aggravated by the man, taking one step forward she nudged him with her foot. Though almost as quickly he stepped away from him, ready too bolt away. She wouldn’t... no she couldn’t hurt someone who didn’t do anything too hurt or upset her. She watched him for a few more seconds, walking away from him a little more, scared. She didn’t know what he was going too do next, yes she was cross with the man he disturbed her swimming and got in the way. "who are you here with?" she asked a little more quickly, making herself paranoid, if he’d brought someone with him... this all could just be a trap? Pick people off one by one. It wasn’t like anyone cared about her; she had no one too miss she had no one too miss. Her eyes darted aimlessly around, looking for anyone else who could be approching.

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[mathew allen dale.]

Mathew blinked up at the trees that blocked small patches of the sky from his sight. Generally he would find things like this beautiful and amazing to look at. Right now, all he could do was look at it with pain filled eyes, fighting every urge he had to cry. He was stronger then crying. His foster father used to laugh at him when he cried after beatings. Eventually the tears ran dry and nothing was able to break through his eyes after that. His eyes tended to show no emotion. He did not smile or laugh or get sad. His eyes looked empty, like looking into a black hole. He was not ok with that. Going from eyes that used to be filled with so much joy and wonder to eyes that were dark and full of hate. That was not the kind of life that he wanted to live but he was sure that he was only going to get colder and more distant being on this island.

He wondered once his mind came back to him if the girl had heard him. He really hoped that she did not because he was not ready to be confronted by her. She was here, which means she could be dangerous and she was beautiful. That put together was a deadly combination. Maybe she was under the water when the noise happened. That would mean he could just get up and walk away and pretend that this moment never happened. However, he still had not gained control back of his body. He could move his eyes and see the world around him but that was it. That was when he noticed a sound around him, as if someone was coming up to him.

He closed his eyes and hoped that it was not that girl and that whoever it was, was not heading towards him. He was unlucky this time however. He heard whoever it was step right next to him. He opened his eyes slightly, squinting due to the light that seemed to be blinding him in that minute. "Why're you here? What were you doing? Where you watching me?" She seemed like she was on defense. That if he made the wrong move, she would would attack him. He was a weak person, ok well not weak but not good at hurting people, he would not be able to defend himself, plus he could barely move, he was hurt. He could barely stand up let alone defend himself. I ... I .... I was .... um ... walking .... and ow. That was all that he had the ability to get out.

He tried to move lightly but his body was sore and stiff. He could feel his arms lightly move but he was not ready to pull himself up. Not until he knew that this girl was not a threat and that she would not hurt him should he move. "who are you here with?" Who was he with? He was not with anyone. Why would he be with someone. It was not the most common thing on this island to make friends, at least when you are new, which he was. Though he was sure she did not know that about him. How was she to know that he did not have friends hiding out, waiting to hurt her. Its just ... its .... me ... just me.

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[amelia saint daesen.]

[/b] the noise of the twig breaking give her a small fright. All her senses were on full alert, she didn’t trust that he was alone there was probably someone around. She was also pretty sure that he’d try and either attack or steal something from her.

Her face features changed somewhat into a sneer as the person, still nameless tried too speak too her, not too much avail. She didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. “you were walking? And ow? Are you incapable of stringing a full sentence together? Or just plain retarded?” she sneered, her words full of hate for no reason what so ever, stifling a laugh at him, she was highly amused at him not being able too string a few words together. She raised an eyebrow at him a small genuine smile crept onto her face something which she hadn’t happened in a long time. All her emotions had been so forced the past few months Saint really didn’t have a clue why but she smiled at him.

She shot backwards, till she was right at the edge of the trees again, as soon as she picked up his movement, none of it threatening seen as he never even managed too get up but she didn’t know what too expect from him and she hadn’t managed too work him out. “how come you ended up in this... hell hole?” she asked curios about him. She felt slightly skittish, unsure and jittery. Though that was because she’d never really socialized with the human population, even through her high school years, she’d always kept too herself. She scowled at him, he didn’t sound like he was lying too her. So he was alone. She paced forward back towards him, Saint offered her hand forward to him, being kind giving him a hand too stand up, why, she didn’t know but escaping him would be easy; she could leave him in a heartbeat. “if you’re lying, i’ll make you pay, I mean it! One person shows there face... I’ll... well I’ll make you regret it ” she said putting as much emphasis onto her words as she could. She doubted she’d have too come through on the threat but at least she had an excuse now.

She ran a hand through her hair, pulling it down, trying too get it too dry a little quicker. She didn’t want too look like a crazy cave girl. “come on...” she said as she skipped back out of the wooded area into the open hoping he would follow. She always felt more comfortable when she was in open space. “I’m saint by the way... well Amelia but I hate that name, so just call me Saint... you are?” she asked, stopping herself from talking too much.
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