Living Proof {Sempage, open}

[Molly]

[shadow=FF3D0D,left,300] Reid [/shadow]

Staring at the hard, cold wall with its baren color, a pale brown, Reid’s eyes would not move. This wall was attracting him for way he had no words for. He tried to think of a way out of this situation, but nothing came to mind. It was as if he was paralyzed-no movement of any sort. This also happened with limited thought process. There was nothing he could do beside sit and wait it out. His favorite book sit only inches away from him on the bed. It was begging to be read. But Reid’s hands wouldn’t oblige. This time his mind couldn’t think of a way out of this, he was stuck.

Waking up in a cold sweat, Reid looks around the room afraid that if he doesn’t move he will be stuck once again. That was until Reid took in the situation. He had dreamt of this. He thought it silly that he of all people would have a dream but then again. The best philosophers and scientists he looks up to had dreams of a sort. So Reid scampered out of bed, his body lethargic from the dream state he had just left. Grabbing a new pair of some type of shorts he has never seen- a fabric that seemed almost soft to the hands- and the only type of shirts he had in his compartment-the tight kind which he does not remember buying, ever.

Reid, after getting ready for the day, picks up his book- The Great Minds of the Future, Training the Past: Part XXV- and sits on the soil outside of his house. Here, he is away from the wall that had made him dream that night. But this was the same book that was in his dream. Yet, this was his favorite to read (OOC: No pun intended) so he thought there might be something he had missed, even though he read it over 20 times. So once again he scanned the pages, looking for anything on dreams or confusing reality.

Scanning the index he had found something, going to page 3091 he had found what he was looking for. Dementia-Deterioration of intellectual faculties, such as memory, concentration, and judgment, resulting from an organic disease or a disorder of. This pin-pointed exactly what he was facing. So instead of wallowing in his now formed self pity, Reid decided to place the book back inside and go for a walk, to try and clear his head.

“Oh Reid, don’t be so stupid. It’s me that bought those clothes. You better not throw these away like you did the other ones. They cost a lot of money, you know? And one way or another, your just wasting your money, so in the end, the joke is on you.”

It wasn’t until about fifteen minutes into the walk before he reached stores and other homes. He lived so far away from everyone else-shunned by whomever thought him strange. Placing his hands in his new pant pockets he trudged down the path way. It wasn’t until he passed a small ally way when he heard a sort of scream or yelp of pain. At first he thought it was a wounded animal, seeing as though many animals happen to stumble upon things and get hurt easily. But the closer he got down the dark, dank, ally way the more he realized how human that pain sounded in his ears.

“Hey, is anybody out there? I am going to come closer to see if you need help, don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Reid said this in a sweet and gentle voice, afraid to scare away whatever was hiding behind or rather, inside that ally way. He crept closer toward the noise and he then began to check his pockets. He had some medical supplies with him if whatever was crying was hurting. He was prepared.

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Dominic Rosenfeld

The first time Dominic had attempted to return to town in a very long time, things had down spiraled faster than a tree falling. All the people moving about gave him a profound sense of claustrophobia, causing him to immediately duck into an ally between shops.

You're such a wimp.

"Oh? And why's that?"

Just look at you. You're pathetic. You can't handle being in large crowds.

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"Only because of you."

Oh, ho. So now you're pinning everything on me?

"Only because it's true..."

Dominic's one-sided conversation lasted for a few minutes, up until one comment sparked his anger. He put his hands on the side of a brick building, harshly hitting his head against the course siding, and immediately he felt stabs of pain rushing through his head -- a win-lose situation. Win, because the pain distracted him; lose, because now he had given himself a headache.

The boy slumped to the ground, knocking over a trashcan filled with bottles, most of them shattering upon impact with the ground. He didn't notice the shards of glass that were stuck in his arms and torso, nor the pieces he rolled over when he turned onto his side, muttering curses.

“Hey, is anybody out there? I am going to come closer to see if you need help, don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Dominic's mind was too dull to focus as he heard the voice, though he scoffed at the word 'help'.

"You can't help me..."

He said, reaching over and picking up the neck of a broken bottle, examining the jagged ends. One swipe of it across his neck would probably kill him. Even if he bled to death, at least he'd end up free of the voice.

"No one can help me..."

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((Ohh ish open too? Hehe fun fun fun. ))

~Jana~

Jana was finally off from work. Things at the carpentry shop had gone well today. They finished early so she sent the boys home and decided to go for a walk and just try and enjoy herself, since time off was such a rarity in Jana's line of work. Especially when her father was her boss. He had raised her as if she were his son, not that she had any complaints. It was only to her advantage. And it could come in handy if god forbid she ever got reaped for the games. Despite her tiny size, Jana was stronger than most boys her age, and give her a hatchet or an ax, and watch out. That lead to her favorite gift from her mother, her hatchet that was always on her belt.

It was as she was walking she heard voices. Okay so maybe that made her sound out of her mind. But she swore she heard voices. One of which she recognized as Dominic who'd she'd met on the edge of the District one day. That day would never leave her mind. It was the crazy person convention, but somehow she felt good around them. Again with it sounding like she was crazy herself. But it didn't matter to her. Jana was the kind of girl who didn't care about what other people thought about her. She did her own thing and people could form their own opinions on her. Take it or leave it, nothing someone said or did could change her.

Carefully, remembering how unstable Dominic could be she approached the direction of the voices. And called out in a calm voice. "Dominic? It's Jana, I don't know if you remember me..." It trailed off at the end of her sentence. She didn't want to make him feel anymore insane than he knew he was. Of course he could remember her? Right? How was she supposed to know what was going on in the poor boy's mind. All she could do was think before she spoke.

[Molly]

Reid's eyes were begining to play tricks on him. He hadn't been near the city in a matter of weeks, well he really didn't keep track so he couldnt think of when he had been near here. Reid stepped closer to Domenic. He remembered him from that night when he was out. That had been the last time he was near other people. Kelly-whoever was talking to him inside his head- had managed to make conversation or do something with that group that night, that was certain. He could tell, by the way once it was completed-the conversation with them that is- that he would never volunteer to talk to speak to others unless....something or someone compelled him.

Reid walked over to Domenic and crouched next to him. He knew that Domenic was doing something about his voice. At least he was taking initiative. Reid was jelous, how could this boy do something about his voice in his head, while the voice in Reid's head would never go away. No one would make her shut up. The voice in Reid's head never ceased to have an attitude and stark remarks toward him. It was like Kelly-the voice- was beating him from the inside out. He debated trying to bang his head in the wall along with Domenic when a girl came up to them.

Jana. That name rang a bell in his head. He remembered her slightly. He stared at her face for a moment trying to remember where he knew her from. She must have also been there that night they were all gathered. It made sense to him. Of course, that was the only other times he had been out in the open with others that he could remember for a while. Reid's face began to get a smirk on it, from what, he didnt know of and couldnt control it.

"Domenic, you've got the voice too? A voice?" He was begining to remember the conversation that he had with every one that night. "Mine," He studdered for a moment "Mine has a name. Kelly." He said, his voice wavering when he said Kelly. He was waiting for her snippit comment to come because he knew she was bound to say something, thats just who she...was, is..? Reid couldnt figure it out.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Reid. I have been with you since you were seven, seven! why cant you just say my name. Its not like I am going anywhere, I'm here to stay. For good. You can't get rid of me, no matter how much you try."

As she said this Reid gripped his head and began to thrash it back and forth, trying to make her stop. But her voice still rang in his ears as if she was saying it, whispering it inside his ear, only loud enough for him to hear. Now was when he wanted to be like Domenic, take some authority to his actions and thrash his head against the wall but then he thought for a moment, contemplaing. If Domenic couldnt get the voice out of his head by knocking it against the wall, why would Kelly go away like that? It didnt make sense to him. How was Kelly going to go away. He had figured that being with her for this long would give him some in site as to how to get her gone, but nothing seemed to work. Nothing seemed to get her away. No matter what he tried.

When he was younger he read books he enjoyed-about Literature and Dramatic Plays-things that he knew would get Kelly bored out of her mind. But when she got bored she began to sing. Yes, Sing. And Reid thought that her voice was loud normally...he shuddered at the thought of Kelly singing again. He hadn't read a desent book in a while because of her. Everything was her fault.

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~Jana~

Jana listened carefully as Dominic came into her line of vision. The second voice sounded familiar to her, she knew she had heard it somewhere before. When it spoke about 'Kelly' she knew it must of been one of the other boys from the night that all the insanes of District Seven had met up. Well Themba and his daughter weren't insane, but they had troubles, so did Jana. The rest, well they were all loose cannons. But she was never scared away, never frightened. Instead she wanted to reach out and help them.

But she'd learned from her time around Dominic that night, that these kind of people could be dangerous. So she had observed that she had to go slow, stay calm, and don't push anything with them. Sometimes, in times like this, she wished she was more like her mother. Her mother had been a healer, she probably could do more good for them, than Jana would ever be able to do for anyone. Jana knew her father missed her mom terribly, and that was why the two of them were so close. After her mother died, Jana and her dad became inseparable.

"Dominic? Guy who's name I can't remember?" Ok so it sounded pathetic, but she really couldn't remember the other one's name. Names where not her strongest point, Jana tended to remember people's faces or voices. Slowly she approached Dominic, just murmuring soothing words. She wanted to help him, well to the best of her ability that is. Whatever was wrong with him, she knew that she could probably barely put a dent in it, and that was if she was lucky.

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"Dominic? It's Jana, I don't know if you remember me..."

Dominic had been curled up on his side, a trembling grip on the bottle neck when he heard her voice. His bloodshot eyes slowly turned their gaze upward and spotted her face; however, it took his crippled mind a few moments before recognition was achieved.

"Jana....?"

The boy's voice was wavering and raspy, his attention fastened onto her until another figure came by, causing him to jerk to the side across the shattered glass in a sudden panic. Wielding the broken bottle neck as if it could protect him, Dominic emitted an unearthly, guttural growl from his throat, reddened eyes instinctively locking onto the stranger.

"Domenic, you've got the voice too? A voice?"

The schizophrenic boy froze, a look of utter horror coming across his face.

"How the hell do you know my name? And who told you about the voice in my head?"

Dominic cried anxiously, quickly putting his hands on the shard-covered ground, pushing his torso upright and using his feet to unsuccessfully scoot himself back further against the wall, getting only a few more inches away than he originally was. He couldn't recognize the other boy's face, as much as he had tried to. There was nothing distinguishing that he had picked up on that could match with a name; not even as the other boy thrashed around with his hands on his head. Breathing heavily and sporadically, Dominic's wild eyes turned from the boy to Jana, then back to the boy.

"I--..... I don't remember you...."

Of course you don't. You can't remember anything.

The boy's face twisted in a scowl as his gaze became distant, narrowing onto an imaginary figure.

"I remembered Jana, didn't I?"

He growled, and slowly his facial features relaxed back to their original horrified state. His bloodshot eyes, after watching the other boy, turned to Jana, searching for some sort of answer.

"I really..... don't remember...."

At his timid confession, he looked down, though he wasn't sure what he meant by saying he didn't remember. Of course Dominic remembered Jana's face, but -- from where? And the other boy: how did he know his name and the voice in his head? Once more he raised his attention to Jana, hoping that somehow she or her presence would help jog is memory.

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~Jana~

Jana smiled softly, Dominic remembered her, that was a huge relief, in and of itself. It was a relief to know that she was a familiar face to him, and he probably wouldn't try to go after her or anything. She still remember the first time she met him, and he'd put a death grip on her wrist while she had been trying to help him.

"Dominic." Carefully she reached out stroked his arm. "You remembered me, I'm glad. It's nice to see you again."

She looked up again at the other boy, who she vaguely recognized from the meeting in the woods a while back. But Dominic couldn't seem to remember the boy, and it seemed to be putting a lot of strain on him. Jana felt sorry for poor Dominic, the voice in his head, the jumble of things that must go on in his mind. And there seemed to be nothing anyone could do to help him. But being the stubborn girl she was, Jana was going to try to do her best to give some comfort to Dominic.

"It's alright, he was there in woods that night. That's how he knows your name, and knows about the voice." Her hand never left Dominic's arm, she was tempted to try and move him away from all the sharp shards scattered around, but she decided against it, as she didn't want to push her luck with the unstable boy.

Jana's blue eyes glanced up at the other boy, she recognized him, but couldn't recall his name. It seemed he had an idea of what Dominic was going through, but still she felt protective of Dominic, who seemed almost frightened of the other boy. Trying her best to avoid cutting herself, she used her hand to carefully sweep as many of the shards as she could away from Dominic, that last thing she wanted to see was him try to slit his throat, or slash an artery if things got to tense for him.

She knew that Dominic would try and hurt himself if things got bad. She'd seen him do it before. It made her thankful that her hatchet was double strapped to her belt, with a leather cover on the blade. It would take a good bit of work to free the weapon/tool if you weren't familiar with its holder. Really it probably wasn't a great idea to walk around with a hatchet all the time. But it had been her mother's, and it had her mother's initials engraved in it, which were coincidentally JH, the same as Jana's. When her father had given her, her mother's hatchet, it had been a emotional moment for Jana. Her father tried to avoid the topic of her mother, because of the pain it brought, but there he had been, giving his wife's most prized possession to their only child. Because it was what Jalia would've wanted.

Being raised more like a son than a daughter, Jana was never really in touch with her femine side. But being around Dominic, as well as Themba's daughter Ayane, had stirred a strange feeling of motherly protection. She tried to brush off the foreign feeling as she simply felt bad for the two of them, but she'd felt bad for people before, and never felt like this. But Jana refused to give it too much thought. Not when there were so many other things to worry about.

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"Dominic. You remembered me, I'm glad. It's nice to see you again."

Still wielding the broken glass bottle neck like a weapon in defense mode, Dominic hesitantly took his attention away from Reid and returned it to Jana, though only briefly. Feeling her hand on his arm suddenly, the boy instinctively reached out with his free hand to grab onto her wrist -- though this time, he had no intentions for a death grip. He just needed to know that she was actually there, to keep his mind grounded; and by the warmth her hand was giving off on his skin, he knew she was really there. Ever so slowly, Dominic began to relax; tensed muscles loosened, and he laid his head back against the ground, his entire body going limp.

"It's alright, he was there in woods that night. That's how he knows your name, and knows about the voice."

Despite the fact that the schizophrenic still couldn't match a name to the face of the stranger, he trusted Jana and her words. He wasn't even sure if he had actually grabbed onto her wrist, but he did remove his hand and let it fall to the ground by his side.

Oh, ho ho. What do we have here?

"What do you mean...?"

A puzzled look came across Dominic's neutral facial features.

You like Jana.

A sudden expression of being caught red-handed flashed across his face. How had the voice figured that out so quickly?

"S-so what if I do...?"

You can't be with her.

"And why not?"

You'll end up killing her like you did your father.

It was a low blow. Dominic's bloodshot eyes suddenly had a mournful glow to them as he became distant from Jana and Reid. For once, the voice was right. All the people he had been close to either died by some accident, or by his own hand. It was a thought that brought hot, stinging tears to well in his eyes.

"No, I won't..."

He whispered, raising his gaze back up to Jana. How could he hurt her? She was now the only one who wanted to help him -- help him. No one else -- other than his parents -- had even given him a second glance. Jana was different, though. She accepted him for who he was and didn't try to change it. She was a saintly person. However, what if he did lose himself around her? Would he be able to stop himself before she got hurt? The horrid thought caused him to tremble, a single tear streaking down his cheek.

"I won't kill Jana...."

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[Molly]

The alley wall was cold and damp against Kelly's skin. The wall had began to improve her senses and make her aware of her surroundings once again. There, in very close proximity to Kelly, was a boy-Domenic, if she remembered correctly- and another girl-Jana- they seemed to be having a moment of a sort. This made Kelly feel uncomfortable for a few while. She slumped against the wall, making whatever liquid that was on the wall seep into her new clothes she had bought at a nearby store. She remembered how these shorts looked so good on her and how she wanted to just buy them. And in the end she must have. There were times-most of the time-where Kelly would black out and not remember much of anything. She remembered trying on the pants and liking them so much she wanted to buy them, but everything then went black. Then theres the fact that Kelly doesnt remember anything since she was seven. but there had to be those years before, or else I wouldnt be here, now would I?

Kelly had ben in her train of thought, it already pulled out of the station and full steam ahead, that she didnt remember the others were near her. Words past by her ear, as if whispering only to hear the words, like they were destined for her to hear. But by the look on Jana's face, she must have heard them also. Kelly began to get nervous. As of now, she wasnt used to this many people around her, she wanted to go curl up into the shadows and forget anything ever happened. But that was impossible for her now. She had somehow gotten herself into this mess with these two from before and in a way it was all her fault.

Kelly began to get dizzy, her surroundings begining to get foggy around the edges, things became unclear. She gripped her legs, to make sure that half of her body was still intact, she couldnt see. She knew the black out was going to come soon now, it was only a matter of time before- Kelly laid her head on her knees and her shallow breath came quickly from her mouth. Everything paused.

Reid came to in an akward possition, legs held tight to his chest and his head laid upon his knees. Reid knew he had more than enough dignity to sit like this in an ally way, of course he did. It made Reid wonder why these black outs were happening. He looked over at Jana and Domenic, their moment seemed to be ceasing because of him. He wanted them to just be happy, he guessed. With the black out he must have missed exactly what had happened during the time. He ran a hand through his hair and straightened his back against the wall. He wanted to give Jana and Domenic some space, but it just seemed like he wanted to talk to them. Reid sometimes had an over active brain when it came to such things. He cleared his throat and spoke clearly and distinctly.
"Sorry for not introducing my self-once again-earlier. I am Reid." To Reid it was as if he wasnt suppost to have a name, it was good these two didnt remember him, if anything that was the best thing. But it only seemed fair for him to introduce himself once more, as if trying to patch up the holes in an old warn blanket. He wanted all the pieces to fit.

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~Jana~

Jana was surprised when she felt Dominic grabbed her wrist, but this time, he wasn't trying to break it. He just needed something to hold onto. And to think she'd almost attacked him with her hatchet in defense of Themba's little girl. It made her feel guilty for a moment, before she reminded herself, she hadn't actually done anything with the hatchet, it had just been a fleeting thought. Slowly she felt him release his grip on her, his hand moving back to its place at his side.


The voice must have started up again because Dominic began to whisper things. Things that would probably scare anyone but her away. He said he wouldn't kill her, which meant the voice most likely said he would. Honestly she didn't think she was in any imminent danger, besides, she knew how to watch out for herself. That was when she noticed the single tear on his face, which she gently whipped away with the corner of her shirt.


This was followed by Reid re introducing himself, for Dominic's sake. It also made Jana blush, the fact that there was still a third person around dawning on her. Having been more like a guy her whole life, she wasn't sure what to do with the butterfly feelings in her stomach, or the heat that had risen up into her cheeks. What ever it was, it only happened with Dominic, she'd worked around guys her whole life, and never felt like she did now.


She smiled softly at Reid, "I remember you Reid. How have you been?" He obviously had issues as well, and admitted to also having a voice, with a name, in his head. It amazed her how many people in District Seven had problems like this. Maybe it was genetic? Whatever it was, it wasn't good, and Jana wished she knew what to do to make it better for them. But there wasn't much, other than just listening to them, and help with whatever she could.


"Don't worry Dominic, I don't think you'll try to hurt me. And even if you did, I can protect myself." She laughed lightly, "I was raised with a bunch of lumberjacks and carpenters. Speaking of her up bring. The thing she probably missed the was having her mother there, to answer any girl questions, or just be a mom. Her father and the other guys did their best, her tomboy nature, and lack of knowledge of girl stuff was the result. They could've done a lot worse though.


There were a lot of things in her life that could've gone worse. But somehow, she was still here, still breathing, and somehow managed to keep everything somewhat together. Jana knew she had it better than a lot of people, and for that she was grateful.

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((GXK, I've decided to join team Finnick & Annie though Finnick is still yours and I envy you for it xD <333 ))






Lying on the cold, grimy ground, Dominic could feel some of the glass shards underneath him digging through his shirt and into his skin. It didn't particularly bother him, though; in a way, the droplets of blood that were beginning to stain the ground underneath his torso made him feel more alive -- more human. Dominic didn't know why, but the stabbing pain almost felt good.

Resting his head back against the ground, the remaining tears spilled, running over the bridge of his nose as his bloodshot eyes became dry. The schizophrenic didn't know where to turn to. Here he was, lying in a dark alley on piercing shards, and somehow he felt more normal than he had ever since he could remember. For once there was no icy remark sounding from the depths of his crippled mind; he was at peace. An eerily calm state.

"So..... Reid.... you're like me...?"

The boy's voice was small yet steady, reddened eyes lifting their gaze to meet Reid's face. Still no recognition was found, but the words of Jana had soothed his anxiety so that he could calmly try to search his mind. Dominic slowly began to recall memories of the night in the woods: running into the fence, a swarm of people suddenly arriving, the little girl he had almost attacked.... and Reid in the background.

"I'm sorry I didn't recognize you earlier, Reid. I was just..... just....."

Shaking his head ever so slightly, Dominic was unable to finish his sentence. He honestly wasn't even sure what was wrong with him, but he was certain that it wasn't anything good. Maybe his mind was deteriorating quicker than he had originally figured.


"Don't worry Dominic, I don't think you'll try to hurt me. And even if you did, I can protect myself."

Keeping his head lying against the cold ground, he looked up at her from the corner of his eyes. The dark pupils were glowing with a look of uncertainty -- not because he didn't think Jana could protect herself from him, but because he was terrified that he might lose control of himself in her presence, or even Reid's presence, for that matter. Dominic didn't want to continue attacking people for no good reason, even if they were like him. He wanted to end things, but not in front of the other two. Loosening his fingers, the broken bottle neck fell from his grasp, clanking as it hit the ground.

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~Jana~


Jana felt her shoulders relax when Dominic put the broken neck of the bottle. She put a hand on his back, moving it in a few circular motions.

"It's ok Dominic. You have got a lot going on in your mind, it just took you a minute to reminder him."

She cast a soft smile up in Reid's direction. Before stoking Dominic's hair. Anything to let him know that she was there and more than willing to help him with anything he needed.

"Do you have a place to go tonight? I can take you back to the shop, and at least get some of these cuts patched up."

The butterflies in her stomach fluttered about, it was strange, but welcome feeling. It was new to her, and a little change was good in one's life. Especially when she's lost so much in her life, it was nice to have someone else coming into her life. It made her feel a little less empty. Smiling, she laughed lightly to herself. The guys at the shop would never let her live this one down. But that didn't really matter much. Jana was more interested in helping Dominic, than living up to her co-workers expectations.

((ooc- Ugh, kinda short, sorry. ))

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((Wow.... I totally forgot that Dominic was sitting up, not lying down. x'DDDD ))






Dominic shifted forward from where he had been leaning against the wall, putting his elbows on his knees and placing his face in his hands. The boy didn't know what exactly to do now, but as Jana began to rub his crimson covered back. At her touch, he felt calm despite his whirring mind. The tremors that rocked his body were slowly dying down, leaving him sitting still. Distant, hallow eyes focusing on nothing but the space in front of him.

"It's ok Dominic. You have got a lot going on in your mind, it just took you a minute to remember him."

"I can hardly remember anything anymore, though..."

He said, shaking his head despairingly. Dominic's voice, however, was not wavering. His mind was getting progressively worse and he knew it -- dreaded it. How long would it be until he couldn't remember Jana? Himself? The thought made a cold shiver run down his spine. A sudden panic began to fill inside of him, causing his once-still body to begin trembling once more, his voice quivering to reflect the cold fear.

"What if I forget you like I did Reid? I don't want to forget you two..."

The boy took his head off his hands and raised his eyes to meet Jana's, turned to Reid, then back to her. He desperately did not want to forget either of them; Jana because she was the only one who actually took the time to keep him grounded, and Reid because they were alike. If anything, these two people meant the world to him. He did not want to forget them or turn on them. Bloodshot eyes wide with the sudden dread, Dominic lowered his gaze, skin color turning a bit pale in the darkness of the alley.




(( *is shot for being late* ))

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~Jana~

Jana saw Dominic's face pale. He was really afraid of forgetting her, and Reid. She wasn't sure what she could do at this point so she put her hands on his shoulders and gave them a squeeze, letting him know that she was there if he ever needed her for anything. The blood that was starting to dry on him made her want to take him to the shop and clean him up. What would her father think? Oh well, that didn't matter, she didn't care what he thought of her growing relationship with Dominic.

"What if I forget you like I did Reid? I don't want to forget you two..."

It hurt Jana to see him so distressed over his forgetfulness. And District Seven wasn't very advanced in medicine so it wasn't likely there was any medication or anything that could help him. "You won't forget Dominic. Believe me, I won't let you forget." Before she really had time to think about she leaned in and gave Dominic a quick kiss, blushing crimson right after. She didn't want to scare him or make anything worse, it had just been an impulse. "Sorry..." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

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(( *commencing abuse of caps* AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. XD <3333333333 I just about died in aww-ness. x3 ))




Dominic's emerald green eyes were distant; staring off into space despite the fact that Jana was now in front of him, holding onto his shoulders. Her light squeeze, though, snapped him out of the trance-like state, causing him to jerk his gaze up to meet her own.

"You won't forget Dominic. Believe me, I won't let you forget."

And without warning, she kissed him. A static shock ran through him, paralyzing him on the spot. All the shivering and quivering was gone -- even his mind had gone completely blank. No voice, no taunting, no scolding remarks -- it was absolute silence. The only thing he felt different, however, was a feeling of security. Dominic couldn't remember the last time he had ever felt secure, especially with someone that wasn't blood related to him. Another feeling, too, began to swell up inside of him: some strange warmth he couldn't describe. The invisible, internal heat spread all throughout his body, core to fingertips, chasing away the chill of the damp alley. Everything around him became distant as he dwelled over the warm feeling, savoring it, desperately hoping he wasn't just imagining it. Whatever it had been, though, it had warded off the voice in his head -- the silence and warm was overwhelmingly joyful.

"Sorry..."

At first, Dominic said nothing. His emerald eyes -- suddenly filled with the warmth that cradled his body -- were looking straight into Jana's own forest green eyes. There was something about them that he had never noticed before: the way the dim light made them sparkle lightly -- though he wasn't exactly sure if this was just his imagination running haywire on the intense warmth inside of him. The light did, however, make the color of her irises such a beautiful shade that it captivated the boy.

".... thank you."

Dominic's voice, for once, held no hint of fear. The tone was one of actual joy even though he, too, could only manage a whisper. Jana's small, simple gesture had filled him with pure, raw life; something he had gone without for most of his life, and he liked it -- though, more than like. He loved it. A small smile tugged up the corners of his mouth as he hesitantly lifted his hand, gently moving a loose strand of her red hair behind her ear. Jana had made Dominic feel more human, as if there was nothing psychologically wrong with him. As if all his thoughts were under his control now. The boy knew it wouldn't last much longer, but for now, he was holding onto it as if his life depended on it.

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