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[Violet Sterling]

Violet sat on the edge of the fountain staring into the water. She had her knees to her chest with one hand trailing in the water. She had been here for almost two months and she still had no friends. She had only met one person and he thought she was retarded and she hoped she would never see him again. Stupid jerk, that's all he was Raven told her. Yeah we deserve better she heard from Ruby. He was so mean to us Mallory told her. Violet silently agreed with them. She hoped she would find at least one nice guy here. But so far, no luck. She was lonely. Even the girls in her head couldn't make her feel better as they all fought for control.


Absentmindedly, she began humming a song to herself. It was an old one her mother sang in her first film. The one where she met her dad. Violet smiled as she remembered her mother telling the story. She touched her necklace and let the tears fall. At first, she had been angry. Then she had felt no emotion and that made her feel guilty. Now she was finally ready to grieve for her parents. They had been young and beautiful. Violet looked more like her father according to everyone. But she did have her mother's eyes. She was proud to be her parent's child. She just wished she could make one single friend in this God forsaken place!

When she moved her arm into the light, she saw fresh cuts on her wrists. Claire! she thought angrily. What? He hurt my feelings really badly. Violet rolled her eyes. Claire was always getting her into trouble. In fact, it was Claire's fault that she was in this place. She had been seeing the school counselor who recommended a regular psychiatrist who discovered her split personalities and then he sent her to Kailyn. Violet felt like screaming sometimes. She wanted to stand up in the middle of the courtyard and just scream. A lot of people did it here so she doubted someone would notice.

Ugh she sighed to herself. Maybe if I were pretty like mom. Maybe if I weren't a disappointment. She had tries showbiz many times. But she had really bad stage fright. She began to shake just thinking about it. She was good at many things, She could sing and play piano. But she was too shy. She wanted to be more outgoing. But that's what Izzy was for. She laughed a loud at the thought of some of these people meeting Izzy. She was her favorite by far because you can't stay mad at Izzy. She began rocking back and forth letting her mind wander. While she was rocking, she lost her balance. Her arms flailing, she fell into the freezing water of the fountain. "Woah!"

[Damien Evans-Marks]

lately, sleeping had been a problem. The problem? He hadn’t slept. Damien Evans-Marks was known for not sleeping well at night. Insomnia did that to people. So he decided to wake up, he needed to walk. Walking would definitely help him. Okay, not really. But walking with a cup of Starbucks coffee warm in his hands worked perfectly. Wearing a bottom down shirt that actually looked slightly worn and faded along with faded black jeans, he walked outside to the fountain.

Sitting down on the side of the fountain, he glanced around, sipping his coffee. At least he didn’t spot anyone around that he knew. Granted, he didn’t really ‘know’ many people; there were plenty that hated him, and vice versa, but none he really knew. And the ones he was friends with he didn’t even see that day. So it was sort of a sad thing. Sighing, he ran a hand through his brown hair that was coming into his eyes a bit.

He wanted to lean back and fall asleep for once, but of course, sitting on the edge of the fountain that wouldn’t be that great of a thing. But of course, something woke him up. Hearing a voice, he jumped, standing up hastily as he felt the cold water splashing his back lightly. Turning around, he raised an eyebrow as a girl fell into the fountain. He had to hold back a laugh as it happened; that was definitely entertaining.

Walking over quickly, he placed his coffee on the edge of the fountain, holding his hand out to her, a smirk on his face. “Need any help, or am I interrupting a swimming lesson or something?” He hadn’t meant to sound like that, but it was just who he was; he had no idea who this girl was, but it was entertaining watching her fall into the fountain like that. But he also knew that he had to help her out. What kind of person wouldn’t?

[Violet Sterling]

"Oww" Violet sat in the fountain laughing and rubbing her arm. She heard a sarcastic voice in front of her. "Need any help, or am I interrupting a swimming lesson or something?" She looked around for the source of the comment. She spotted a guy standing in front of her, looking like he was trying not to laugh. But he also looked like he wanted to help her out. She held out her hand. "Thanks. I'm really sorry about getting you wet." She couldn't stop laughing.

Great Raven said. We finally find someone to talk to and you have to be a klutz and fall in the fountain. Smooth move. Real smooth. She was used to Raven's negativity, especially since Raven had been in a bad mood all morning. Violet shook her head, annoyed at her. She looked down and wanted to scream. She ruined her favorite jeans. They had a hole in the side of her thigh where they had caught the side of the fountain. "Damn!"

[Damien Evans-Marks]

He watched her, and he couldn’t help but laugh as she did. She falls into a fountain, obviously hurt, and she laughed? Definitely an intriguing person this girl was. Feeling her take his hand, he pulled her up, waving his other hand in front of her in an airy manner. “It’s fine, it’s fine. It woke me up, at any rate.” He gave her a crossover between a grin and a smirk before leaning over and picking up his coffee.

Taking a sip, he ran a hand over the back of his hair, which was slightly cold from the impact of the water, but he didn’t mind. He watched the girl before hearing her shouted. Raising an eyebrow, he followed the girl’s gaze to her jeans, where it was ripped on the side. More than likely because of the fountain. He gave her an apologetic look, though he knew it wasn’t even his fault. “That really sucks…” He would have helped, but he doubted that she would be able to wear his jeans without having four belts to hold them up. He held his hand out to the girl, saying, “Damien. What’s yours?” He wasn’t so formal with greetings; he rarely ever shook anyone’s hand. But there were those random moments where he could be sweet.

[Violet Sterling]

Violet looked up, sheepish. She felt his eyes on her jeans and suddenly felt self conscious. Damien his name was. Interesting. "Violet" That was all she could manage to stutter. "I'm sorry for waking you" She quickly regained control. Relax she told herself. He's just a guy. A really hot guy Ruby said. "I haven't seen you around before." Duh! They probably would have met. She wanted to kick herself. God you are so retarded! Always encouraging Raven pointed out. She pulled her hair to one side and tried to wring out as much water as possible.

She moved down to her shirt. She saw the color run down the exposed skin on her leg. She noticed another scrape there. She shook her head in disbelief. "Wow, I must be the biggest klutz ever. Glad I could be of some entertainment." She wrapped her arms around herself trying to get warm.

[Damien Evans-Marks]

hearing her say her name, he gave her another one of his smirk/grin crossovers. “Nice name.” He listened to her, and he waved an airy hand. “I was trying to wake up, so it’s cool. I thank you, actually.” He grinned at her. Hearing her talk, he thought about it. He was pretty sure that they hadn’t met before. “Yeah…I’d remember meeting a Violet.” He smirked at her, shrugging.

He watched her look down at her own shirt before hearing her. He shook his head. “Okay, I’m not that heartless that I would find amusement in this for the whole time.” He watched her wrap her arms around herself, and he looked down at his coffee, which was pretty warm. He held it out to her, saying, “It’ll help loads. And keep you warm till we go back in and get dried off or something.” He gave her a friendly smile, just seeing if she’d be willing to do it.

[Violet Sterling]

She looked at him curiously. She noticed the smirk on his face. And then all of a sudden he turned sweet and innocent, holding out his coffee to her. She took a small sip, glad for something warm. She handed it back to him. "Thanks again. And yeah, I'm sure i would have remembered a Damien." She shook her head with every syllable, mocking him. "And you don't have to lie. It was very funny. Imagine, one cold morning trying to doze and all of a sudden a girl falls into the school fountain and laughs at herself. And I'm glad to be of service." She did a small bow to him laughing again. She must have hit her head on the fountain. Or else Izzy was influincing her.

She wanted to believe that it was all her but that was impossible. She was too shy. And she hadn't heard from Izzy lately. Suddenly she felt the caffine from the coffee. She started swaying slightly from side to side. Nothing major but she knew it could get worse. Especially if Izzy was her influence. "Sooo" she wanted the conversation to take another direction. It seemed like they were going in circles. The she began to feel dizzy. She shook her head but it only made it worse. Suddenly she stumbled and fell backwards landing on her butt in a patch of grass beside the fountain.

[Damien Evans-Marks]

He watched her take his coffee, taking a small sip. He took it back to her with a grin. “No problem. And I have pretty hard to forget.” Okay, so he could be a bit conceited, but it was expected. He listened to her, and he couldn’t help but laugh slightly. ” Okay, when you put it that way, it is slightly hilarious.” He didn’t mean to be, well, mean, but it was funny.

He tilted his head at her as she swayed from side to side. Did the girl have ADHD or something? He felt it rude to ask. He listened to her as she said so, and he shrugged; sometimes he couldn’t exactly make conversation that well. He decided to try and get to know her. “So, Violet, how long’ve you been at the Institute?” That was like the first thing you asked everyone. How long they’d been there. It was the most common question at the institute, besides ‘How are you?’

[Violet Sterling]

She sat on the grass shaking with silent laughter. He was funny. "Well, I've been here for two months and twenty something days. I think" Wow, had it really been that long? "How bout you? Been here long?" She smiled Izzy's smile at him. The crooked, innocent five-year old one. It won everyone over and she hoped it worked this time. She felt an Izzy random moment coming up. Uh-oh Claire said. "Banana! Hehe I'm sorry spaz attack!" She rolled her eyes at herself. Stupid Raven was calling her. "I'm sorry. It's the coffee. I get random and hyper when i have caffeine which isn't often." She looked down. "I hope you don't find me weird or anything"

She bit her lip. She ran her fingers through her damp hair. She began to hum again. This time it was a song from The Phantom of the Opera, her favorite musical. She wouldn't sing aloud. She was too afraid although had a great voice according to all of her mother's agents. They all tried getting her record contracts and stuff like that but she wouldn't do it. She was too shy.

[Damien Evans-Marks]

He looked down at her as she shook with, what he thought, was silent laughter, and he couldn’t help but smirk. The girl either had ADHD or had multiple personality disorder. Or something else that he had no idea of. He listened to her, and he thought about it. “Hm…a year or two? I’ve lost count by now.” He saw her smile, and he raised an eyebrow. The smile was innocent; almost child-like. Not something you saw on a teenager’s face. Especially not here. He listened to her, and he laughed. “You are one hyper girl, ain’t you?” He gave her a crooked smirk, but one that worked well with him; almost as though he were a nice guy that never smirked a smirk before. He shook his head. “A tad hyper, but that’s normal. And I blame myself for the coffee.”

He watched her before hearing her hum. Though he couldn’t place what the song was, he could just vaguely guess it was from a Broadway show or something. Didn’t sound like a certain genre of music. He took a sip of his coffee before standing up, holding his hand out to her. “Should we go in and get you dried off?”

[Violet Sterling]

Violet's smile widened. "Yes. Thanks it's really cold and I think my jeans are alive and suctioning themselves to me!" She took his hand and stood up. His hand felt warm and she liked the way their palms fit together. She brushed off the back of her pants with her free hand. "What kind of music are you into Damien?" She didn't like relying on Izzy so she was trying to be herself. She was nervous and just knew that it showed in her body language. She was standing next to him, but not close, more like a stranger would. She frowned as she noticed a spot of mud on her shoe. Damn, it's not going to come off easily , Ruby thought.

Violet shook her hair back and bit her lip. She started to take a step forward, but she tripped over something. She was sitting on the ground again. She groaned. "Why do I have to be such a klutz? I can trip over a speck of dust and run into a closed door! I swear they should classify me as disabled." She stayed on the frozen ground because she was too embarrassed to stand. Maybe he would just leave, thinking her too stupid and she could crawl back to her dorm sadly. Plus, when she tried to apply pressure to her ankle, it hurt a lot. "Ow!" She grabbed her ankle with both hands. "Smooth Violet real smooth." It was Raven's voice coming out of her mouth and there was a slight difference in accent. Raven was Irish and still had a trace of an accent.

She lowered her head. She was in pain and cold and a really hot guy was trying to help. She stood up on her other leg and wobbled a bit trying not to put pressure on her wounded ankle. "I think this is a sprain. At least, that's what it feels like." Violet was no stranger to pain. "I guess you think I'm strange, huh?" She felt disappointed. You would think that she could walk after seventeen years of doing so. She didn't trust herself to drive though. She would cause way too many accidents. She could find trouble anywhere. She stumbled and stepped on his foot trying to regain her balance. "Oops. I'm sorry."

[Damien Evans-Marks]

He smirked at her. “Well, maybe next time you shouldn’t fall into a fountain then, huh?” He felt her take his hand, and he tightened his grip slightly as he helped her get up. A small smile on his face, he watched her wipe the back of her pants before hearing her question. He thought about it. “Hm…depends. Most of the time I listen to whatever. Mostly…more rock music. Like Led Zepplin, Metallica, and such, you know?” he shrugged. “Basically, it depends on what I’m in the mood for. What about you?”

He started to walk ahead when he heard her groan. Turning around quickly, he watched her as he fell, but he couldn’t do anything in time. Hearing her, he couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. Not the fact that she fell; but what she said. At least she knew she was a klutz. Hearing her say ow, he raised an eyebrow before finally thinking. Squatting down beside her, he said, “Am I going to have to carry you? Because if so, I should warn you I’m not exactly all muscle, you know.” He gave her the warmest smile he could, which was hard; he didn’t smile that often.

He watched her as she stood up on her own, and he sighed. Shaking his head, he said, “I’ve seen weirder, trust me.” He gave her a grin before taking a step back to move out of her way. But he felt her step on his foot. Rolling his eyes as she apologized, he shook his head before taking her left hand, pulling her arm over his shoulders, his other hand going to her waist. “Come on, just walk carefully. I swear I won’t let you fall.” He started to walk ahead slowly, so as not to rush her.

[Violet Sterling]

Violet felt foolish. She saw him laughing and she liked it. He actually half smiled at her. He had a nice smile. She noticed that his arm was around her waist. She also noticed that she liked it. It sent a chill down her spine, or maybe it was because the wind blew then chilling her even more. "You have good taste in music. I like rock. That's it, nothing else. Ok, maybe classical." She was trying to lean on him too much. She kind of hop-walked to the building. There was a sign on the door advertising the spring dance. It seemed like a big deal and she heard people talking about it. She knew she probably wouldn't go. She didn't want to show up alone. She was sort of hoping to find a date in time but she doubted anyone would be interested in her. She was insecure, she knew it, but she thought if she were pretty or even decent looking, why didn't she have friends, or a boyfriend. She figured Damien had to have a girlfriend. He was way too good looking not to.

Violet had never really had a boyfriend. She had a few dates but she never got serious because they always freaked out about her disorder. She exhaled sharply. She had accidentaly put pressure on her ankle. "Oops. Dang it! What's your favorite movie? Or do you not have one? Cause that's cool to I guess. I don't have a favorite. I like all the ones my mom starred in and then I really like the ones daddy directed. They're amazing." She was speaking fast because Izzy was trying to force an injured Violet into the back of her mind. But Violet was struggling well. She accidentaly spoke aloud. "Izzy, I'm fine. I can handle myself you know. Especially cause I have help from someone." Izzy replied back out loud speaking fast again. "Yeah, a very hot someone and I know how you can be around guys. You're not exactly Miss Social Butterfly." Violet gasped aloud. "Uh-oh. Guess my secret's out. I have a multiple personality disorder"

[Damien Evans-Marks]

He looked down at her as he heard her talking, and he nodded. “Not a major fan of classical, but I’m not saying it’s bad. It’s actually good; just not on my top ten.” He watched her as she hobbled along towards the doors. He caught a glance of the sigh for the spring dance, and he rolled his eyes. A big deal, but he didn’t care. He looked down at her, wondering if she was going to the dance with anyone. It would be interesting if she wasn’t; she probably had someone to go with. He decided to take a chance. “So, you going to that dance?”

Hearing her, he looked at her, but she changed the subject quickly, so he shrugged it off. Hearing her, he shrugged. “Not really a movie person. But I love 1408. Horror movies sort of are like my addiction movies.” He was amazed at how she was speaking. At first she was quiet, and now she was speaking faster than before. Hearing her talk, he raised an eyebrow; he felt confused. Izzy? But he had an idea of what was wrong with the girl. Hearing the very hot someone comment, he raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips. But he didn’t say anything except, “Well, it’s not that hard to guess when you have an argument with yourself.”

[Violet Sterling]

"Well, I'm used to being around healthy people and having to explain, so I'm glad you're different." She was relieved. He didn't hate her like most guys did. "No, I'm not going to the dance. I'd rather not be standing in a corner all night watching all the happy couples around here." She had butterflies in her stomach and she knew she didn't have any reason to. And to make matters worse, as if to prove her point, as they rounded the corner, she saw a random couple making out in the hallway. "Gross. They should really have some respect and get a room." She shook her head but kept hobbling along.

She was quiet for a moment, thinking to herself. After a few seconds she spoke again. "So, how about you, are you going to the dance?" She was hoping he was going to say no. But she wasn't getting her hopes up. All of her concentration was in waiting for his answer, so naturally she didn't see the person walk by so she couldn't move and he bumped into her and she stumbled. Her arms flailed as she tried to regain balance. Raven and Ruby were fighting, she could hear their argument. $5 says he's not into her, Raven was trying to get Ruby's money. No, $10. Do you not notice the way he keeps smirkiing at her. He seems like a real jackass. I wonder how many friends he's got. Well, I think he likes her! Good ol' Izzy sticking up for her. Oh and what makes you say that? Raven was angry. Look how he stares at her. Ok I'm just kidding so I'm raising your bet to $20. Thanks Izz. Violet was mad now.

Raven and Ruby couldn't control their laughter. Violet felt like crying. Izzy was the one person she always trusted and talked to. About everything. And now she was making fun of her too. Violet's bottom lip was trembling and tears welled up in her eys. She tried to blink but a few spilled over. She wiped them away quickly with the back of her hand. She looked at the wall and continued to stumble down the hallway with him as her support.