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Post by Forrest/Leaf/Teagan on Nov 25, 2012 12:36:20 GMT
Forrest edged round the room and sat on the sofa, she wriggled a little, leaned over the side of it and lifted a burnt but intact pink bear, her eyes fixed on it but she sat it in her lap, and stroked its ear gently, her eyes growing distant before she spoke "Daddy loved me and Leaf" she started, fingers never stopping on the bears ears, the burnt blackness falling free to leave clean pink fur "he protected us every step of the way, even when we started showing powers, he never stopped loving us..." she felt a tear fall, something that hadnt happened in years, she lifted her hand and wiped at her face "one day... we had jsut come home from school, after an... incident, and daddy was getting dinner ready when there was a smash" anger flashed through ehr eyes "we were about 15... so we went to find daddy, and there.. was a man... on top of him, a knife in his throat" her eyes flashed "daddy was staring at us, not moving and the man shouted, ran out the door, next thing we know theres smoke everywhere, Leaf was yelling at me to get out... i didn't want to leave daddy.. i don't really remember anymore" the tears were falling freely now, she looked at Brooke, her heart breaking all over again "next thing i know, we're carted off to the nut house, i was covered in blood, Leaf covered in burns... i didn't see what happened to daddys body"
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Post by Brooklyn York on Nov 25, 2012 16:14:03 GMT
Her story was a heartbreaking one for anyone that heard it, and that was exactly what happened to Brooklyn. This was her second option of what she was supposed to do here on Earth to even be allowed back in Heaven. She had to find herself. She looked from the burnt teddy bear to the tears running down her face. As soon as she saw the tears, instincts made her move closer to Forrest. Her hand moved up to wipe the tears away. "I know death is hard. I've never had to deal with anyone really close to me dying, so I can't say I've been there. But just know that he's always with you." Brooke paused and let her eyes meet Forrest's. "Even when you're in the asylum and may be causing destruction, he's still there and he still loves you. Is your dads death part of why you do these things?"
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Post by Forrest/Leaf/Teagan on Nov 25, 2012 18:58:37 GMT
Forrest looked at her, shocked at the closeness she was recieving from brooke, she bit her lip "daddy was everything to me... Leaf took it so much better" she chewed her lip until it started to bleed and stopped, tongue flicking out to lick the blood, she swallowed hard, her eyes sparkling suddenly "partly but mostly because i like the chaos" she managed a weak smile "why are you being so nice to me? most people run a mile" a dark looked crossed her features before she rubbed her face with her hands "do you want to see my old room? its the one with the least damage"
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Post by Brooklyn York on Nov 25, 2012 19:09:37 GMT
Brooklyn hadn't realized that she was being so nice with Forrest. She pulled her had back and bit her lip. "I don't like when people cry, and I'm not afraid of whatever has caused you to be an asylum. You haven't done any harm to me." She smiled softly and stood up from the burnt couch. Her eyes scanned the house. It would have been a beautiful house had it not been burned up. "Sure, I would like that." Brooke looked back at Forrest and waited for her to lead the way.
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Post by Forrest/Leaf/Teagan on Nov 25, 2012 19:14:33 GMT
Forrest let out a girlish squeal and grabbed brookes hand leading her into the hall "gotta be careful on the stairs, some of them are broken" she smiled and walked up the stairs carefully, missing a step every now and then as they were broken and would collapse under her, she smiled when she got to the top, checked the landing to make sure it was safe then waited for Brooke to get up the stairs, bouncing on the balls of her feet a little impatiently, her eyes darted to the four rooms upstairs, one had Forrest written across it, with trees painted on teh door, it was pretty badly damaged from teh fire but you could still see it, Leafs door was next to hers, his name was all you could see on his door as it was blackened, she walked over to it and wiped her hand over the name, clearing some of the black off, she then looked at the door opposite, not touching it, her dads room, her eyes stared at it for a while, the bathroom door was open, the bathroom completely wrecked, it was completely black.
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Post by Brooklyn York on Nov 25, 2012 19:19:59 GMT
Brooke carefully maneuvered her way up the stairs. When she made it without falling, she grinned at herself and looked at all of the different rooms. One door was closed and looked as if nothing had happened to it, and the rest looked a little beat up. Her eyes widened at the damage but followed Forrest to her room anyway. Her door was pretty. "I like your door decorations. Did you do them?"
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Post by Forrest/Leaf/Teagan on Nov 25, 2012 19:22:35 GMT
she shook her head "daddy had a friend come and decorate the doors and our rooms, leafs was covered in pretty leaves" she giggled softly, opened her bedroom door and walked inside, all that was wrong with teh room was it was slightly smoke damaged, she sat on ehr bed, sending clouds of dust up, her bedsheets had a forest on the, the room was painted like a forest with trees and animals, she looked around, a sadness on her face "i loved this room"
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Post by Brooklyn York on Nov 25, 2012 19:26:35 GMT
Brooke let her eyes wander around the bedroom. She loved the designs on the bed and the walls, they fit her perfectly. She remembered faintly the talks she would have with Ryder about nature and everything of the sort. That was how they had met, exploring forests and waterfalls. She ran a hand over her neck and walked over to the bed. She sat down next to Forrest and continued to look around the room. It was dusty, but other than that, everything was fine. There were pictures and drawings and a lot of things that were from Forrest's childhood. "I could see why you loves it. It's beautiful in here. I used to take pictures of forests and everything for magazines."
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Post by Forrest/Leaf/Teagan on Nov 25, 2012 19:49:12 GMT
"really?" forrest frowned "daddy always used to say mama loved forests, thats why he named me forrest and leaf leaf" she picked up a picture from beside her bed, she dusted it off and held it out to Brooke "this is mama and daddy" she said proudly "mama died when me and leaf were born. Daddy never said how" she frowned again then got up, walking to the net of toys int he corner, she tucked the pink bear next to a burnt blue one, and stroked their ears fondly before lifting a horse from the net, dusting it off and walking back to the bed to sit
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Post by Brooklyn York on Nov 25, 2012 19:58:28 GMT
Brooklyn listened to the beginning of Forrest's story. It was a nice tale at first. However, it took a twist when she said that her mother had liked forests and that her father had named the children for that reason after she died. Carefully, Brooklyn took the picture from Forrest, unsure of what she'd find. Sure enough, her seventeen year old self stared back at her, as did Ryder. A small gasp escaped her as the picture fell from her hand. It felt like a knot had made its way into her throat. Tears threatened in her eyes but she blinked them away. Two? How can there be two? Two babies... Mine? Brooklyn stayed quiet for a long time, not meeting Forrest's eyes.
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Post by Forrest/Leaf/Teagan on Nov 25, 2012 20:05:23 GMT
Forrest caught the photo and set it on teh bedside table, she dusted her side off then got up, going to the dresser, she pulled a drawer open and rummaged, finding a tiny blue baby grow and a tiny pink one "this is what daddy brought us home i" she smiled at brooke, unaware anything was wrong, she set the baby grows back into the drawer, closing it quietly, her horse still tucked over her arm "i can show yo leafs room fi you like? its not badly damaged but its worse then mine"
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Post by Brooklyn York on Nov 25, 2012 20:09:13 GMT
Brooklyn bit her lip when Forrest started to talk again. Anxiety was coursing through her body. How had she had twins? She felt so bad for not knowing them. Her eyes fell on the pieces that she showed her and a soft sigh came out. The pink one had been something that Ryder and her had bought together. Leaf must have been a miracle for the loss of his mother. "Yeah... Lets go look at his room." Brooke's voice was quiet. "Did your dad ever remarry or date?"
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Post by Forrest/Leaf/Teagan on Nov 25, 2012 20:14:00 GMT
Forrest shook her head, taking ehr horse wiht her and walking to the brothers room, she carefully opened the blackened door "daddy never saw the point, always said he had everything he ever needed, i remember he used to carry a locket.... hold on" she dashed into her room, after a little rummaging she returned with the locket "he said it held his heart, the police gave it to me at the asylum" she pried it open and showed Brooke the two pictures, one of her mom, and one of her and her brother. a smile was on Forrests face, unaware of what was going on, she left the locket in Brookes hand and entered her brothers room, it was dark, one wall completely burnt away, the other stuff int eh room was pretty much intact
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Post by Brooklyn York on Nov 25, 2012 20:17:54 GMT
Brooklyn stood in the hallway until he received the locker in her hand. The open pictures made her heart sink and her vision go blurry. How was this happening? She shook her head and a small smile came to her face. The picture of her was her senior photo. A photo that Ryder had always told her she looked beautiful in. He had given her this locket the day she graduated, only there were pictures of him and her in it. A tear slipped down her face but she wiped it away before walking into Leaf's room. Her hand held onto the locket tightly as she looked around. "Your dad's friend was quite the decorator." Brooke knew she needed to act normal.
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Post by Forrest/Leaf/Teagan on Nov 25, 2012 20:28:42 GMT
Forrest nodded, tracing her fingers over the leaves ont eh undamaged walls, she looked at her brothers bed, blue with leaves "daddy knew lots of people" she smiled and went to a hammock int he corner, she rummaged and retrieved a little owl, her brothers favorite, tucked it into her pocket and shifted her horse into her arms, she looked at Brooke, really looked at her and tilted her head "you kind of look like mama" she said softly blinking at her, she soon shook ti off adn moved to the photos beside her brothers bed, she cleaned them off and picked up the frames, moving to her room quickly and picking up her old school bag, she emptied the old ruined books from it and put the pictures from her room and her brothers into her bag, along with the owl, pink bear and blue bear, then tucked her horse in with a book she adored, only damaged by a little book,s he remembered leafs and went and grabbed it before turning to Brooke "would you like to see daddys room?" she whispered softly
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