Awwww Yeah!

more like… asagOW my heart

Jirard did not get out of bed today… or yesterday… he really didn’t plan on getting out of bed. For some reason all the drive had been sucked out from his soul.. well there was a particular reason… a pretty large.. reason. He had gotten a call on Monday that there had been a break in at his house back home. There was a lot of damage done and profanity written on the walls. The family portrait that hung over the fire place since his sister had been born was slashed.. that memory murdered and tainted under there noses.  He turned over in his bed pulling the blanket tighter, he could feel his family’s sadness all the way out here. He could picture his mom’s face as she tried to piece photo frames back together. He could hear his dad’s muttered swearing as he tried to file insurance claims and he knew both his siblings probably slept in his room now since they wouldn’t feel comfortable in theirs. He should be there, but he wasn’t. He was here in a blanket staring at a wall trying to block out all the negative thoughts intruding his brain. He started to tear up. His family had been there for him through so much hardship… “I’m actually… just pathetic… “

“Jirard? Uhm… It’s Brigid from class. I’ve brought the stuff we covered today.”

” i’m just still not used to the place, heh… “

{New hair and new tattoo!}

[text]: how did you get this number?

Jirard did not get out of bed today… or yesterday… he really didn’t plan on getting out of bed. For some reason all the drive had been sucked out from his soul.. well there was a particular reason… a pretty large.. reason. He had gotten a call on Monday that there had been a break in at his house back home. There was a lot of damage done and profanity written on the walls. The family portrait that hung over the fire place since his sister had been born was slashed.. that memory murdered and tainted under there noses.  He turned over in his bed pulling the blanket tighter, he could feel his family’s sadness all the way out here. He could picture his mom’s face as she tried to piece photo frames back together. He could hear his dad’s muttered swearing as he tried to file insurance claims and he knew both his siblings probably slept in his room now since they wouldn’t feel comfortable in theirs. He should be there, but he wasn’t. He was here in a blanket staring at a wall trying to block out all the negative thoughts intruding his brain. He started to tear up. His family had been there for him through so much hardship… “I’m actually… just pathetic… “

“ um, excuse me, can you help me? i can’t seem to find the building with the art classes… “

     Of course, it was more than just this. There were other thoughts and problems that he didn’t want to mention to people other than counselors. The problem was, he didn’t like the school’s counselor. Maybe it would be good to vent about these things as well. Just not yet.

Jirard’s own issues could be back burned for a few hours. His friend here was in need of confident, put-together Jirard... not slightly self-loathing Jirard who was really homesick. He could deal with other people’s probelms... this is something he knew. He could do this, and make someones day better. Jirard did the head swoop, scoping out he crowd making sure no one was really making attention to Mack. A few head head turned and Jirard put himself in between Mack and the general crowd.  “Let’s go back to my dorm, Shane is held up in the art building with his sculpture project. So.. no prying eyes and ears.” and with that Jirard wrapped his arm around Mac and started the exodus out from the crowded hallways and started making a strategy of his own to help Mack get back on track. Shane would be proud because truly.. Strategy, Is. Always.