▲ i've come a long long way
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May 23, 2016 19:12:23 GMT -6
Post by NATALIE WARD on May 23, 2016 19:12:23 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -YOU TELL ME HOLD YOUR HEAD UP,HOLD YOUR HEAD UP AND BE STRONG;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Natalie Ward often found comfort in her music, it was how she was able to get through so much. Granted, she wished that earlier in her life she learned how music can heal the soul. While she did spend most of her time playing covers in bars and at events, she tried to throw her own songs in there every now and then. Music was a way that she found could heal just about anything, mentally anyways. It wasn’t the cure to cancer, but it could lift someone spirits, give them that boost of hope that they needed. She could often remember Ben asking for his guitar in his last few weeks, trying to feebly play it. It was how she learned. When Ben could no longer play it, Natalie learned and would often strum softly next to his bedside. He even had some sort of music playing on the day he took his last breath.
Music was Natalie’s life.
Well, it was as much as she could allow. Natalie was always on the go it seemed, she liked to keep busy. Between working day shifts at the jewellery store, writing on the train ride home and then trying to get in as many auditions as she could for local theatres she barely had time to breathe. Throw in the fact that she decided to get a dog and a boyfriend, Natalie was stupid busy. She tried to make time for herself, to hang out with friends as much as possible. Of course, one night out with friends turned into a living nightmare.
While she was trying to be safe and responsible and not drink and drive home, Natalie found herself a victim of sexual assault. She was grabbed from behind, beaten and bleeding as rather muscular man had his way with her, violated her. Natalie wasn’t a strong girl or a big girl, but she did everything she could. Screaming for help before her mouth was covered by his hand, which she sunk her teeth into. Her nails clawed at his face, his arms, his legs. Everywhere she could scratch, bite or kick, she did. Natalie was a survivor, at least she liked to think so.
Someone luckily heard the screaming and called the police before they went to investigate it. He ran off, but Natalie was able to get a good look at the guy. Her heart pounded as her friend ran over, taking off her jacket and putting it around Natalie’s shoulders. She shook uncontrollably before the police came and before she was shipped off to the hospital. Blood tests and god only knows how many other tests were given to her, she had to talk to the police. Natalie found herself shying away from the male police and doctors. Waking up from a light sedative, Natalie smiled at her friend who brought her a pair of headphones and her phone charger. Gratefully, she plugged them into the headphone jack and scrolled through her playlists, putting on her healing and soothing one.
As she closed her eyes, she let the music engulf her. She let the music take her from a horrible memory and into a place that she was able to find some peace and calming. Natalie had nurses come in, check on her and then leave. Her friend stayed for a while, not wanting Natalie to be left alone for too long by herself. Bruises formed on her arms, her shoulders. Her thighs were covered in bruises, her lip split and slightly swollen. A few scrapes graced her forehead and cheek. Her fingernails were cleaned and rid of any skin or blood from her attacker.
Natalie drifted in and out of consciousness, trying to sleep. She wanted to wake up from this and have it all just be a horrible dream. She wanted so badly to wake up from this horrible nightmare. Letting out a deep sigh, Nat rolled onto her side, facing away from the door. Her headphones still in as she found herself drifting again. She wanted more than anything to be able to see her father, or Chris. They would know what they could do to help her. Her father would make light jokes and not talk about it until she was ready to. Chris would have sat patiently, asking her every now and then if she need anything. They would have treated it exactly like they did when she overdosed.
With how loud her music was, she was unaware that anyone had entered the room. Her friend very gently moved to the other side of her and brushed her hair off of her face, causing Natalie to stir awake lightly, telling her that she called Lucas and he was just outside if she wanted to see him. Natalie bit her sore lip and gave a small brief nod. She didn’t know if she wanted to see him or not, but she knew she needed to.
Forcing a small smile, she looked over at Lucas, “Hey.”
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tags; LUCAS BENNETT lyrics; lady gaga words; 834 notes; sorry about this :c
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▲ this is my rubik's cube,
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May 24, 2016 0:07:26 GMT -6
Post by LUCAS BENNETT on May 24, 2016 0:07:26 GMT -6
be still* when darkness comes upon you and covers you with fear and shame. be still and know that i'm with you. and i will say your name,, Lucas was protective, and though he'd argue with anyone who said so that protectiveness often extended beyond the point of being, well, overprotective. He was someone who took it upon himself often to protect the people he cared about, and when he failed ... It didn't go well in his mind. He was more than positive that the need to protect stemmed from the loss of his father. He didn't just lose a dad then - he lost a best friend, a teacher. He lost one of the most important people in his world. So the rest of the people he had close, he held them as close as he could. He hovered, he worried more than he really needed to. But it was mostly because he couldn't handle a loss of that magnitude again. He was working on it, he really was. He knew he couldn't let everything horrible thing affect him so horribly. But when he got the call about Natalie winding up in the hospital, he lost any grip he had on controlling that part of him, especially when he learned why she ended up there in the first place. He'd been speechless when Nat's friend told him what happened during their night out, his knuckles white as he gripped the phone while he listened to the voice across the line. As soon as she finished telling him, his first thought was of how much time it would take him to get to the hospital from where he was, both by running and by car. His initial instinct told him that he needed to see her, and it took a moment for him to realize that, maybe, she didn't want to see him. At least not right then. Maybe she needed her space. But when Nat's friend told him he could come to the hospital Lucas abandoned that thought altogether, leaving behind his ungraded papers and locking his office at the university before he practically sprinted to his car. He called his sister on his way to see if she would be able to check on Nat during her shift before he got to his car. Considering the fact that he'd just been in a pretty awful wreck he probably should have been more careful behind the wheel, but he sped to the hospital regardless. While in the car he tried to think of what to say, but he wasn't sure what there was to say. This was unfamiliar territory to him. He knew above all else that he needed to approach it gently, if he approached it at all. Maybe he needed to wait for Natalie to say something first. Lucas let out a breath, his jaw clenched as he drove as his worry was suddenly overcome instead with rage. Natalie didn't deserve this, and the thought of anyone forcing themself on her like that ... Lucas was not the type to get angry or succumb to rage. He was gentle, a trait that came with the earth aspect of his magic. But he was letting himself be angry now. Not with Nat, of course not with her. It was anger at the situation, anger that there was no logical way he ever could have prevented it, anger that it happened at all. When he reached the hospital he remained parked for a moment, his mind racing as he thought again of what to say. He moved rather quickly from there, getting out of the car and walking rapidly into the hospital, an urgency to his stride that was interrupted by the tiny blonde who suddenly stepped in front of him. Lucas met his sister's eyes with a frown as she spoke, her hand gripping his arm. "Oi! You can't go in there looking like a bat out of hell," she scolded as Lucas shrugged out of her grip. Nelly crossed her arms over her chest, stubbornly remaining in his path. "You really think she wants you to strut in there and lose your temper?" she asked, and Lucas let out a sigh. He shook his head faintly."I know." He bit his lip, holding up his hands innocently. Nelly's expression softened a bit. "She'll be okay," she said. "Just be there for her. Let her open up to you, don't try and force anything." Nelly looked back when one of her colleagues called her name and she sighed, giving Lucas's arm a reassuring squeeze before she walked away. Lucas smiled faintly, his smile growing as Nelly turned around to face him. "And don't go trying to punch any walls - you're not a hardass, and the last time you did that you broke your hand." Lucas rubbed his neck sheepishly, rolling his eyes but smiling more genuinely as the two said their goodbyes. An unease settled over him as soon as his sister was out of sight, Lucas biting down on his lip as he made his way to Nat's room, hesitating outside the door. When her friend let him inside he only had eyes for Nat, and his heart hit the floor when he saw her face.How could anyone want to hurt her?Lucas returned her smile as best he could. "Hi," he said softly, moving to sit in the chair beside her bed. Every part of him longed to pull her into his arms, but every instinct warned him that now might not be the time for that. He wanted to hold her, wanted more than anything to take away her pain ... But he didn't want to scare her. He rubbed his neck again, trying to keep his hands busy. "I came as soon as your friend called me," he said, chewing his lip. "I ..."He still wasn't sure what to say, or how to say it. "How do you feel?" he asked finally, and he let one hand rest on her bed, there if she wanted a hand to hold. "Do you need anything? Coffee? Jello?" He offered her a faint grin, though no part of him felt like smiling. "Anything you need," he said, and he meant it. Even if that anything was that she wanted him to leave, he would. tagged: NATALIE WARD // lyrics: the fray // notes: </3 my bby nat TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SP & ADOXOGRAPHY
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