they found you on the bathroom floor || SHANE.

[EMIL GREVEN JOHANSSON]

AND YOUR HEARTS LOCKED AWAY
(in a plastic cage)

Well wasn’t this fantastic. He was lost. Emil had always know it was a bad idea venturing out his dorm with Noah but what could he do? The other Swede was still fast asleep on his bed oblivious to the fact that Emil was even awake. Typical. Gulping softly, the dark haired Swede now fully understood the stupidity of getting lost. He had only been trying to find the canteen and had ended up in some utterly deserted corridor with absolutely no idea how to find his way back to the dorm. Today was going to be a disaster, he could tell.

Emil slowly began to wander again, not eating in a few days really drained his energy and stopping every few steps for a rest seemed to be the only way to combat it. Leaning against the wall, fiddling with his hair trying to calm down Emil managed to get his hair into two small bunches. Managing to fix his grey eyes on one spot on the wall Emil was able to fix his breathing, keeping it at regular intervals. The young Swede hated being alone. It was strange, he also hated being with most people. It was the fear of being touched, so many memories attached to human contact. Noah was the only one he knew here, he was trying to branch out but that was easier thought about than done.

Slipping into the nearest room Emil found himself in a room he was all too familiar with. He had ended up in the boys bathroom. This was never going to be a good place to end up. Emil sighed, heading slowly over to the sinks turning the rusty taps on. As the water cascaded down into the porcelain sink Emil took a deep breath looking at one of the stalls. So many things were rioting in his head. His mind was made up, he was going to do it. Moving slowly over to the stall he began removing the rings from his fingers, he was shaking now remember the fact he had promised his mother before he left he would stop this. He knew how much is purging upset her but it wasn’t like he could just stop. He needed to do it; he needed to stop the calories.

Kneeling infront of the toilet now, the water on the floor soaking his jeans everything seemed so different. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Emil lent back against the locked door, breathing heavily and shaking. He couldn’t hold it in, quietly; he began to cry.

_{(seeking asylum)
HIDING IN SILENCE WASTING AWAY}

notes} sorry it's so awful, i'm half asleep
tagged} SHANE
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[nicky]

attracting attention makes you famous

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Shane was the type of dude to spend way too much time in the bathroom. He was a hair product junkie and spent way too much time on his looks to be considered anywhere near normal. Sure he was vain and did his hair in a different style every day, but he was also a nice guy. But he always spent an hour or more in the bathroom in the morning, always doing constant make-up checks, always making sure nothing had changed. That was just who Shane was. He was social and kind and obsessed with his looks. But his obsession with fashion wasn't why he was here.

Shane was on one of his usual escapades to the bathroom for another one of his make-up checks. He carried himself like a normal person even if he was surrounded by people who were crazy. Though he wasn't crazy himself, just paranoid with a nice mix of flashbacks and mental breakdowns. He smiled to himself as he walked into the bathroom. He frowned though, everything in this place was like a horror movie. Shane first headed to the sink, pulled out a tube of mascara. Of course he was going to fix his mascara when he stopped. He heard a noise. Sounded like crying.

Shane turned around slowly and stared at he stall that had the noise coming from it. Another thing about Shane, he has insatiable curiosity. He can't stop himself, he would always be curious. The short boy, barely reaching 5 foot, 7 inches walked to the stall were Emil was. He stood in front of the door, he knew somebody was in there on the floor. He shook his head, deciding maybe he shouldn't interfere. He went back to he sink, looking into the mirror as he touched up he sighed loudly. " Yah know... I've always heard that Bulimic's have really bad skin..." Shane spoke in a matter-of-a-fact tone. " But that's just a rumor, I've never known it to be true... Guess I never looked into it..." Shane put away the tube of mascara before looking behind him through the mirror and listening.

Heck, he might have made a new friend. Or maybe a new enemy.

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WORDCOUNT;; 371
TAGS;; EMIL
NOTES;; It's okay, mine is kinda cruddy too : )
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