#saintjimmys

             ...I just don’t know if it’s possible for me to have fun skipping through              a wet cemetery in my bikini anymore, is all I’m saying. ”

[ listen ] for your muse to encourage mine to open up to them.

For a moment, Andie considers being a tough therapist for once and forcing him to get back on the couch, but she doesn’t have it in her. Even if – unlike most people she’s run into – talking about herself isn’t her favorite thing in the world, she can hardly ask him to do something that she’s not willing to do herself. She’s not going to spill her guts at the sight of a notebook and a pen, no, but she’ll give him enough to keep him satisfied; hopefully satisfied enough to continue giving her information on his mother and his relationship with people like Maxine and Cypress Bronte, as well as Lenore Delapore and Sydney Wurm. He has a lot to tell her and she’s sure that, if she knows anything about being a therapist, what he’s told her so far isn’t nearly the whole story.

“You do realize it is my job to ask about your childhood, right? I ask a lot of questions about a lot of peoples’ mothers,” she teases gently, giving a small laugh as she sets down her clipboard and moves over to sit on the couch, lounging slightly like she rarely gets the chance to. It’s kinda nice, even if she’s only putting her guard down physically, not emotionally. Jimmy is a nice kid, but it’s not so easy for her to admit the things she’s been through and what she’s failed to do. It would give him too much ammunition and even if he is as good as he seems and Max’s story is as big of a lie as most claim it to be – she takes a neutral stance on the issue, as she must – she can’t give him a weapon and expect him not to use it if he feels cornered. 

And a simple fact of therapy is that everyone feels cornered when someone starts dissecting what’s wrong with them.

“My relationship with my mother is just fine and no, I don’t have any kids.” A lie and a half lie and the lack of honesty makes her stomach twist, but if she admits how much her mother looks upon her as a disappointment and a failure, he’ll never stop accusing her of projecting whenever she talks about his mother and the way she treated him. As for the child part, however, it isn’t entirely a lie. She doesn’t have any kids, not anymore. Her only child is dead and gone and the only thing she can do about it is hope that she can prevent someone at Plath from going the same way. If she can save one life, then her work will be worth it.

Fingers tapping absently against the couch, she gives him a smile. “I really don’t think this is going to be as interesting as you think it is. My childhood was fine, aside from the occasional prejudice we faced living in a nice upper middle class neighborhood. My parents worked a lot, but that’s far from unusual. No siblings, but I had a dog and that was probably twice as good as any brother or sister. Grew up fine, graduated with honors, went to college, came here. I swear, there’s a reason I’m just a therapist. I’m really pretty boring. Sorry to disappoint.” Not that she was unused to disappointing people, but she did wish she had something to tell him that she wasn’t terrified would be used against her.

Who suggests sneaking out past curfew hours?

BOTH. It depends on the night, the mood, the situation, the vibes in the room. Sometimes Simon offers, because he can tell Sid is tense, and their cramped room is too much to deal with, even though neither of them have a grand total of roughly thirty-one (31) possessions between the two of them. 

Who gets excited about being nominated for the royal court at dances?

NEITHER. They both know it’ll never follow through, it’s mostly just a joke and a popularity contest. And why do the most lonely loner orphans get nominated for the garbage Plath Royal Court except for it to just be a  j o k e  at the end of it all? Just some humiliating prank to make them look at their sad lives and contemplate death even more.

Who gets accused of being the Creeper and who punches the accusers in the face?

SIMON gets  a c c u s e d  because SID is g o n e.You can’t punch accusers in the face if you’re not around to hear the accusations. 

Who panics and runs to check on the other the second Shit Goes Down?

BOTH. But it’s never a run, because that means their caring is too obvious. It’s a slow, almost careless wander over to the other. Just as a quick but still meaningful, “hey, just checking in, want to make sure you haven’t died yet or anything.”

Who talks the other into parenting a dorm pet together?

SIMON. He convinced Sid to let them get a beta fish. Sid pretends he’s not into it but it’s a sweet beta fish and he makes a point to feed it when Simon’s not there to do so.

Who writes about the other for their poetry assignment in English class?

SIMON. He writes about Sid because he cares, and it’s his only way that he can show he cares. 

Who goes all out for the school event festivities and who gets dragged along?

NEITHER. Both of them are extremely uninterested in school festivities. But they both always show up anyway. Out of social obligation or curiosity as to what ridiculous incident will occur next, no one knows.

Who does all of the work on their group projects?

SIMON. He doesn’t mind really, the work is good for him, it’s mind numbing. 

                       [text]: hey max? can you tell sid i left him some                        coffee and an outline for the government project                        he could use if he needs some help

And he’s not sure if Sid even does his individual homework assignments. If Simon can help Sid’s grade in anyway he can, he’s going to do it.

Who complains to the other about Mr. Kane’s handwriting?

SID. It’s messy, it’s terrible to read, it looks like chicken scratch. Simon always attempts to decipher what he writes on tests and essays but it never works out. 

Who goes to the other’s house for the holidays?

NEITHER. Holidays don’t exist for Sid & Simon [happy orphan’s thanksgiving]. And orphaned ghost boys have to stick together. They’ve got no where to go, no one to love them, no sense of home, except...                              Maybe just a little bit with each other.

Who’s willing to sleep with a teacher to bring up the other’s grades?

NEITHER. Sleeping with a teacher wouldn’t happen, but that isn’t to say Simon wouldn’t do other less than morally upright things to bring Sid’s grades up if he had too.

Who is more scared for the other’s safety?

BOTH? Both worry about the others safety, Simon is especially concerned considering Sid Wurm just fucking dropped off the face of the planet. No note, no call, car gone, he could be seen, what would people say.

Who gets way too heated in Mr. Michael’s class debates and who calms them down or cheers them on?

SIMON. Simon’s got a lot of thoughts and opinions and even through most depressive episodes, he’s more than willing to argue how he’s right. But Sid doesn’t calm him down, he just flashes Simon quick smirks and winks that do nothing but encourage him.

Who hates the other’s roommate?

NEITHER. They’re both bitter, they’re both sad, they’re both angry. They’re disgruntled, they make sarcastic comments [a lonely loner, with no friends to sit down next to you and offer you graham crackers and cold Dunkin hot chocolate]. They both say things out of spite, but they still care.                      In a really weird, really orphan way, they do care.

Who’s the bigger gossiper?

SID. Though, it’s not gossip so much as casually, brief, unrevealing comments about Max Bronte. 

Who initiates the drunken heart-to-hearts?

SIMON. He’s always in the mood to bond when he’s drunk, or maybe it’s just that intoxication lowers his guard by 1000%. 

Who sends in confessions to PlathGossip about how cute their partner is?

NEITHER. They don’t need attention or validation from the gossip blog. They just kind of... Exist with each other when they can.

Who wants to investigate the scary fuckery on campus and who wants them to stay out of it for their own safety?

SID. And we can blame Max Bronte for that? Since she convinces him to take part in her exhausting excursions

Who talks the other into skipping class to get high in the parking lot?

SID. It’s rare. It almost never happens. But when it does, it’s always when both of them need it the most.

Who spams the other’s phone with stupid memes?

BOTH. At 4AM when neither can sleep and they’re across the room from one and other. Sid didn’t get a phone until later in their weird, roommate dynamic though, so until then, Simon just compiled ones to show Sid whenever he was available and willing to deal with ridiculous memes.

Who suggests sleeping in the same bed first?

SIMON. It’s not that he suggests sleeping in the same bed, so much that he notices that Sid is having a restless sleep and climbs onto his bed carefully to make sure he’s nearby in case something worse starts to happen. In case Sid wakes up crying or in a panic attack.

Just in cause.

Who lets the other cheat off of their test?

SIMON. He’s a Straight-A student that has no care for himself even on his best days and every care in the world for his friends. He sits near Sid and makes sure his test is visible enough for the other boy. 

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The DARKNESS.

The complete absence of light, of shadow, of color. There could be anything waiting to strike in the mystery of the dark void: a trap, a ledge, a creeper.If she’s alone and she closes her eyes, she can still remember it–a little too clearly, in fact. Sometimes, the memory overtakes the rememberer. The WAREHOUSE is built like a maze. She has to get to the center. She has to move forward. She can’t stop to help anybody else.Suddenly, there’s blood on her hands. It’s warm and sticky and wet. She can feel it it trickling down her hands, her wrists, her arms. It finds its way to her cheeks and stays there. SHE CAN’T WASH IT OFF. SHE HAS TO GET OUT. SHE HAS TO MAKE HER WAY OUT OF THE DARK ROOMTHE DARK ROOMT̳H̰E ̯̲͍͈ͅD̙͔̖̹͓̩̰A̞̫̗R̘͇͔͓̠̺K̰ ̬̪͍̬R̮O̯͈̭̦̭͖O̞͇̗̜͚ͅM͓̬̱̗̗̗ͅ

Nyctophobia – The fear of darknessIt never used to bother her, but after spending three days in a dark, abandoned warehouse with no food, water, or hope for a way out, darkness in the solitude brings her back to that dark time. It usually doesn’t bother her too much if her roommate is home, but if Blake isn’t there that night, she might keep the dim, overhead light on in the closet just to remind her that she isn’t in the maze–that she’s warm and safe in her room, in her bed, in the light.

HEIGHTS.

Sarah doesn’t like feeling short. She likes feeling tall, powerful, impenetrable. The intimidation factor really comes into play when you’re 6′-4″ as opposed to 5′-4″ 5′-3 3/4″. She would give anything to scare people away with just a look.

You would think the higher up she is, the more powerful she would feel, but irrational fears do not work that way. Something inside her shakes when she has to climb up high. It has always been that way and she’s never know why. One step forward and she begins to tremble, which isn’t the most helpful climbing technique when she’s trying to maintain her balance. She prefers to keep two feet flat on the ground at all times–unless she’s raising herself up onto her tip-toes.