{Bras and Cocaine} | Brik

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XANA QUATE

Main | E5195D
Speech | F96B04
Title | 28E516
Lyrics | 8A12E5
Others Speech | CC12E5

White lips,
pale face Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste

It was cold and wet, but then again every day had been cold in the district, the days never seemed to change. They were just all the same. Cold in the morning cold at night. It was always the same no change. To Xana it was what one would call dull, or better boring. The house was warm though, but the bright light of the cigarette in Xana’s mouth made no difference. She breathed in heavily feeling the terrific drug race through her. It was her morning routine. A time when she could relax and be herself before her parents woke up and dragged her into their little doctor’s clinic. After all to them any school dropout had to work and what a better way to learn was there than practical. A bitter smile plays at the edges of her lips.

She hated them so much; she wished she could just walk away and do what she wanted. Be what she wanted. But no the gutless girl stayed, she continued the morning routine that she hoped would one day end her misery. Maybe than she would see her cat. Little Sage, but of course she wouldn’t the good go the heaven the bad go to hell, that was exactly where she would be going. Taking in another deep breath, Xana let out a long sigh, the clouded mixture of her breath and the foul cigarette contents floated into the air, mingling with the rest of the fog that clouded the room. The morning light tried to seep through the dark pullover of the curtains, curtains that had been sawn permanently downwards.

No light could enter the room that way its contents would remain unknown, but still the light was persistent and small rays flickered over the edges of her room, lighting up mounds upon mounds of rubbish and dirty clothes. It was disgusting. Just the way Xana loved it. The cigarette finds itself to her lips again, inhaling and exhaling one last time she dumps the butt onto the ground. There it falls onto the pile that is littered with hundreds of more. It just adds to the disgusting look of her room. Xana yawns showing of her yellow stained teeth. She stands up stretching her cramped muscles from the awkward position.

With a roll of her eyes she reluctantly turns and leaves her room, the corridor was dark and smelled awful. It was from the lack of cleaning and care. Xana lived in a small “house” more like shack in her parents backyard. It was a horrible little place that she never took care of. Of course Xana loved it. She crosses onto the cool lawn barefoot, the due soaking into her feet making them cold and numb within seconds. She blinks repeatedly squinting against the bright morning light of the sun. As she passes under the veranda her eyes land on a pair of shoes. A scowl creases her forehead as her anger builds up in her. Her brother was her, her perfect little know it all brother.

Xana glares coldly at the shoes. Angrily she shoves open the door to the back house/clinic. Inside the house was toasty warm, everything was clean and shone with a look of age, but age hadn’t yet worn down the house as much as it had Xana. She was only eighteen and yet her eyes were sunken in and red rimmed, her skin that had once been so tanned and healthy now had a sickly yellow shade to it. Sometimes she believed she needed more help than the patients that she treated. Her hair hung drily around her face. Part of it was up in a bun whilst most of it lay strung around a tired looking face.

Stifling a yawn Xana walks past the kitchen, ignoring the food that begged for her attention. She hadn’t eaten in days, and although her body craved the food she felt no inclination to eat it. Still dressed in her pyjamas Xana walks into the clinic. It smelt as always like what a surgery does. That clean smell that makes you shiver with disgust. Ugh. Xana wrinkles her nose in disgust. She didn't want to be here today, she had a party she needed to be at. Fustrated she lashes out at the wall of the reception. Her fist connects with it and she hers it snap. “FUCK MY LIFE” She calls in pain. The pain explodes through her arm and she hobbles backwards.

As soon as she sees the next doctor she forgets about her patients and shoves the boy away he falls to the ground landing on what she saw as a broken wrist. Opps. “I broke my fucking hand fix it.”

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream

[SNOWFLAKES [Brik]]

With a book in her lap, she stared down at the letters blankly, not even comprehending what the jumbled mess of shapes should even mean. To her, the letters were just there, almost like the lamp on the front desk was just there. Just like the chair that supported her feet was just there. Just like she, a near skeleton, was just there. She knew that during an emotional time of the book like that, one where one of the main characters died and vanished, she should be crying. But she was wasn’t mentally there. She was somewhere else. The scary thing was, was that she didn’t even know where. She was somewhere where she was alone, in darkness. And she didn’t even know why.

“Hey Fox, hand me a couple of needles.” With large blue eyes, she snaps herself from the dark place and looks to the light where she sees her mother with her hand open. She didn’t hear her, so she questions her mother, who gestures to the drawer emphasizing the word needles as if she was speaking to a deaf child. Turning around in her chair, she flicks her hands under a drawer, pulling it open, grabbing two plastic wrapped needles and holds it over her shoulder. She feels the little pieces of plastic leave her bony, pale grip and she immediately drops her hand down to the cover of the book, both of her hands coming together to close the book. She wasn’t reading it anyway.

Walking up to the front desk from where she was ten feet away, she looked for people she could fix up quickly so that they could go on with their day without having to be there for what seemed like forever. She called out to a boy who was gripping his wrist, his face slightly contorted with pain. Chime called the boy up and with tentative footsteps, gripping his wrist in a vice; she knew that it had a sprain (because nobody would hold a break that tightly). Sprains and breaks were easy to patch up, just needed a bunch of tight wrappings to keep it still. She nodded at him and waved her hand at him, beginning to ask him what happened to cause the injury, but as soon as began to lead him to a room so she could wrap it up, a girl busted through the door, sending him to the floor and landing on the hand. Well, if that was a sprain, and I’m pretty sure it was, I think that it’s a break now.

[/I] Looking up at the girl who just stuck her hand out and said in a slightly bored voice ‘I broke my fucking hand fix it.’ Calling her dad into the room, she told him to take care of Wrist Boy before the girl with the busted knuckles pushed over any more patients. Rolling her eyes, she mumbled at her to come with her. With the girl following right behind her, she clicked the handle down on a door and pushed it open, stepping aside to allow the girl to go in the room before she jumped on her case about what she did to herself to get a bust open hand like that.

After she was in the room, she closed the door behind her and began looking in the cabinets for gauze, alcohol pads, hydrogen peroxide; basically anything that could help this crazy bitches’ case here. “Okay, so, what the hell did you do to yourself and what the fuck is your name?” [/size] [/blockquote] [/justify]

[cass]

XANA QUATE

Main | E5195D
Speech | F96B04
Title | 28E516
Lyrics | 8A12E5
Others Speech | CC12E5

Nestle scowled. That bitch. Swearing at her, she had no right. She glares coldly at the girl. She was pissed and her hand really hurt. She glares at the girl. Her wrist throbbed painfully, and what she was about to do was not going to make it any better. She punches the girl. Her hand smacks into the girls face. The hand that she had broken on the wall. She hits the girl as hard as she can, harder than she had struck the wall. Pain explodes all up her arm and she cries out at the shock of it. Nestle opens her mouth in a silent scream of pain, but only a whimper comes out. It really hurt. Sha stares numbly at her hand. It looked awful. Blood covered her hand and something jutted out. She eyed it wondering if her finger was dislocated. Then she screams, the scream is loud and high pitched. Sure Nestle could stand pain, but a FREAKIN BONE stuck out of her hand. The pain hits her has what she is seeing sinks in.

“AHH MOTHER FUCKING!!” She screams, she glances at the girl who has blood on her face, but her eyes focus back on the bone. Then she stops. She looks back at the girl in shock. Stars danced across her vision and she knew she was either going to faint or throw up. But as she looked at the girls face, bile rose in her throat. The was a very deep puncture wound on the side of her face. Nestle quickly looks down at her hand, he legs feel like jelly and her whole body is screaming as if it was on fire, but she puts the pieces together. Nestles bone had punctured that girls face. GROSS. Nestle feels the world around her spin and she feels the bile in her throat burn. She throws up. It all splatters onto the clean white floor, it mixes in with the blood that seemed to never stop dripping from her hand. Her throat burned and her hand ached so bad she was going to cry.

She groans as she stumbles forward on legs that felt as if they were made of paper. Her foot hits the vomit and her feet collapse from underneath her. With a cry of shock she falls to the ground. She extends her arms to stop her fall on instinct, but her hand is broken so it smashes into th ground causing pure agony to race through her body. Tears fill her eyes and she screams in the worst pain she has ever been in. “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” The tears slide down her face as she clutches the broken arm. She no longer cared about the other girl. Her arm felt like it was going to explode, she had never felt pain like it. It made her want to scream every second. It was agony. It hurt so much. It was worse than the time she had taken some cocaine and then for the fun of it she had jumper out of a tree, she thought she could fly. She had broken her leg in several different places. It hadn’t hurt.

Nestle looks up, but all she sees is white in her vision, everything was blocked by the pain. She stares at the roof, trying desperately to stop the tears that ran down her face. She stared helplessly at the roof, she couldn’t move. Her arm lay uselessly beside her, she could do nothing, but cry and feel the agony rip through her body every second. She wanted to die.

[SNOWFLAKES [Brik]]

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As soon as she turned around to look at the seriously pissed off girl behind her, she felt a fist connect with her face. The pain instantly spread through her cheek, and she instantly hissed. But when she felt the closed fingers go across her face, she hear a little wet rip sound that confused her. As the girl pulled away, looking down at the completely wrecked hand that had all of the bone showing (and one sticking out) she could assume what the ripping noise was. Putting a hand of to her face, she felt that there was a huge hole in the side of her cheek. She instantly knew what happened. The bone that was sticking out had punctured her face, and as the girl continued her swing, she had ripped more through her face. She didn’t feel too much pain, only an intense sting and a throbbing from the actual connection of closed fingers and face flesh.

Pressing a towel to her face, she brought out a bunch of gauze, thread and a needle, and taking the girls hand, she slowly pressed the bones into place (which is pretty hard to do with one hand) and make sure they lined up, before she threaded and needle and with a circular motion up and down her arm, closed the skin. Starting from the middle of the palm of her hand, she wrapped it up to her elbow, trying her best to clip the thing as she held a towel to her face. Well, I’ve done a bunch of other things with one hand before, and that all turned out horrible so I think I did a pretty good job.

Throwing away the needle, she grabbed another one and strung it, taking the completely blood soaked towel away from her face, she jabbed the needle into the side of her face, doing the same action to the girls arm. Each time the needle would weave through her face, she would wince, hating the girl more and more and more. And that also marks the last time I ever deal with bust knuckles. My dad can deal with this shit.

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Xana scowls at the girl as she jabs the needle into her hand. She was either drunk or just a plane idiot. She yanks her arm away from the girl. Carefully she moves to the bench, she grabs a cloth and rolls it into a circle, kind of like a donut. Very gently she places it over the protruding bone in her hand. With experienced hands she grabs a bandage and wraps it around the donut bandage, making sure she did not touch the bone. She winced in pain as the bone was touched lightly by the bandage it hurt a lot. From there Xana had no clue on what to do, she was sure she needed an operation to get the bone back in, but hell would she ask this girl to do it, she knew nothing. She was definatley not going to tell her parents, that would spaz and would want to know what had happened.

Moving back ove to the bench, Xana shuffles through the piles of bottles she needed something to stop this pain. Finding the methanol, she grabs a little container and pours some in. Ten miles of this could kill you, and just five would make you go blind. Xana didn’t care, she had drunk tonnes of this shit. It sure did a good job killing the pain. Xana swallowed the liquid, it burned going down her throat, but it felt pleasantly good. It made her smile, as she felt its effects. Stumbling to the door, she ignored the girl,as well as the broken bone, she knew she needed a cast, but her mind banished. Right now she needed alcohol. Shoving her way through the day, she stumbled out of the doctors. She glared at all the people witing, and they in turn gave her horrified looks.

With a snort she pushed through the doors and out onto the street. It was a cold morning, but good all the same. Xana started down the road, but it was boring walking. And she was really tired. She went down onto her knees and crawled, with her broken arm to her chest, onto the mild of the road. The gravel sliced ather hands, st made her wince and grin. When she reached the center of the road she flopped down onto her back. She stared at the sky and laughed.