i'll teach you how to live -- sterling ` `

[casey daniel nixon]

Putting the silver jeep in park, casey got out and then let Cassi, his little sister out of the car. His mother wanted everyone out of the house, because well, she's a bitch. Ever since his father left when Cassi was born she as a bitch. She's always telling him what to do,when to do it, how to do it, anything other controlling that you could really think of. whatever. Casey loved to spend time with his sister, she was the only one that didn't understand that Casey was made fun of. She thought that he was perfect just the way that he was. She was just so innocent, she didn't know how many people hated her brother just because.

Oh whatever. As soon as Casey put Cassi on the ground, she was off running into the park. It was just as bad as the beach when she ran into Onyx. Though, He was sure that she wasn't going to run into anyone right now. No one came to the park this time of day. it was hot out, and many guys were running without a shirt on, trying to impress girls. Casey. however, did not like to do that. He was fine with an a day to remember t-shirt and a pair of very destroyed skinny jeans and a pair of boots. Sighing, he grabbed the hello kitty bag that his mother packed for his sister, he ran after her and found her playing in the sandbox.

Sighing slightly, Casey sat down on a bench near the sand box, with the hello kitty bag by his feet. of course, there was a few moms around with their small children, and they just moved away from Casey, thinking that Cassi was his daughter and not his sister. Sure, it happened that some teenagers had children, but not Casey. He was a sweet boy, really, but no one gave him the time of day. People just push him away, he was use to it. A few people ran past him and just looked at him with the look of disgust, mostly the people in his grade but that's alright to him. he didn't really care that much anyway.

Sighing to himself, he looked at his sister and smiled to himself at her before leaning back on the bench.

[sterling lenore kingsley]

i am fueled by all forms of failure
I PAID THE PRICE, SO I'LL TAKE WHAT'S MINE

Today had actually been a decent day. Sterling's thought hadn't been solely focused on getting home and finding a bond with her knife, or anything else really. There were all sorts of ways for her to get a release from this hell she called life, her knife being only one of many. But the day had went by nicely, no one had pissed her off extremely so and she had had too much to do to sit around and think. That was where she hurt the most, when she was bored, with nothing to do but sit around and think about everything that has gone good or bad in her life. She was happiest when she was doing something, but that wasn't very often, besides when she was at work. It was the only time the girl was surrounded by people, and quite honestly, it was the only time she wanted to be around people.

It wasn't that she wasn't a friendly person, because she was. It was just the fact that she had this way about her that drove people off, it was like she was always dark and depressed, and to be quite honest she was. There weren't a lot of times where the girl wasn't thinking about wrapping her slender fingers around something that could seriously hurt her if she didn't know how to use them so skillfully. But she had had tons of practice by now, she knew just where to cut, to burn, to slice to make everything flow accordingly. She was a twisted young girl, but she craved for the pain she so willingly gave to herself. She needed it.

Sighing softly, the small-framed girl slipped her hands in her pockets and continued on the way home. It was getting late, but not too late where the sun had started to go down. She was on her way home and she was currently deciding on whether or not to use her utensils tonight, after all, it had been a decent day. But the more she thought about it and the longer she was alone she knew she would go right back into the pattern of what she called her life. It was very rare that the girl went home and did nothing to herself, it had become routine by now. Oh, how the girl craved to see the crimson blood flow from the gash she had given herself, the red, red blood on the white towel she had chosen to use for the very purpose of seeing how deep the cut really was. God, she really needed help.

It was about that time that the girl passed through the park, her eyes settling on someone who looked fairly familiar, a slight smile appearing on her lips as she noticed Casey, and who she believed to be his sister, Cassi. She hadn't really me her but only once and very quickly, but still, at least she had recognized them. Silently, she walked over to them, playing together. It wasn't a creepy kind of thing, but Sterling wanted to at least say hello, he was the only one who really understood her, at least a little.. and it would be odd for her not to say hello, especially while she was passing by. hey....case.. she uttered, her face turned downwards, looking down instead of at him.

TAG casey and joeyy
WORDS 558
MUSE goooodd
NOTES <3