Evan Darling / Male / Rehab + Mental institute / Location: Room 184 / Interactions- Revilla Avasix

Evan didn't hear Revilla's pleas luckily, mostly due to him being so caught up in what he was doing at the moment. Setting the line nice and strait Evan tore some paper out of his notebook, getting to one knee next to his small table and inhaling the powder. It was pure bliss as it hit his every sense, his body becoming oddly warm as it always did. He soon fell back, leaning into his beds frame as his mind started to leave him.. he had taken in a large amount. Soon his mind wandered into making him feel like he was in his own home again and he smiled a gentle crooked smile, the affects wouldn't wear off for good few hours and he had a nice buzz.. " Don't wear off soon.. " He slurred, talking to the medications that made him feel so calm and content. He felt like he could stay in this room forever with this stuff, forgetting about every thing in that moment, forgetting why he was here in the first place even. " Dad, you can't hurt me anymore, I won't be a good boy... " He growled out, talking to the wall. He knew there was nothing there, but it made him feel a lot better.

Revilla Avasix / Female / Mental Institute / Location: Room 124 / Interactions- Evan Darling

Warning, Self-Harm

Revilla awoke a while later, with another IV taped to her arm. Her mind was groggy and she sat up with a pounding headache. She didn't think she'd been out so long.
Everything at once seemed to hit her in a few moments. Tears poured down her cheeks as she remembered what happened only a few hours previous. She breathed out shakily, and did so freely because she knew her nurse was most likely busy with writing more things on er file, including the incident and what her vitals were.
She laid back and put her arms over her face, giving a soft whimper and a sigh of frustration. She was idiotic or just insane to think she'd ever get out of this place. For every incident, they probably added a year to her waiting time.
Revilla suddenly felt her arms almost go numb, and she knew what that meant even before the thought crossed her mind. She wanted to die again, and she wanted more scars on her arms.
She's been hiding a razor blade in her notebooks for ages. but never actually considered killing herself with them.
Just a few cuts, and I'll be satisfied. The scars scare away anyone who thinks I'm pretty anyways. It's a win-win. She thought dully, carefully sliding the blade out from the folder in her notebook. She stared at it with an almost nostalgic look, and she pressed it to her skin.
Her promise to Evan hadn't come back to her until she had finished with the blade and her entire forearm was bloodied and had deep cuts. Her arm was shaking, but she couldn't feel any of it. If anything, she liked the stinging sensation they gave off normally. She hated when it was numb though.

Evan Darling / Male / Rehab + Mental institute / Location: Room 184 > Hallway > Common room / Interactions- Revilla Avasix, Angela Harley

Evan had continued to take drugs within the day, he was so high up in the clouds he couldn't even form a single thought. His eyes were red and bloodshot, his body almost too weak to move.. he was getting close to an overdose. He wanted to overdose right about now.. but he wouldn't. At least he thought he wouldn't. " I miss Mary so much... why did she have to go and leave me alone.. " He asked himself, tears welling in his beautiful icy blue eyes. Mary happened to be his Ex who used to visit in a time long forgotten but those days had been spent and gone. He cursed himself, he hated himself so much. He wanted to die, he wanted to die and never return to this world.. Nothing was keeping him here, anyway. Revilla was just another girl who wouldn't last with him the year, just like any other before her.. he wanted to just go. He wanted it to be fast and painless. He wanted to scream out to the tops of his lungs.. Instead though he cleaned himself up, changing his outfit and his room for any evidence before he slightly stumbled down the halls as he went to the common room. Luckily, no staff had saw him. His body moved in an odd way, he could feel every bit of pain he had received the day before. He didn't care, he didn't care in the slightest that he was in pain. He came finally to the common room, his eyes scanning the area, empty other then his close friend Angela who he knew wouldn't bother him if he started to play. Carefully he made his way over to the grand piano that was in the room. Bluefield had many instruments, it was an amazing coping mechanism for many. Sitting at the piano he started to play a soft practice rhythm before he started to play something of his own making, his fingers tapping on each key as if it were clockwork with how precise it was. Slowly, he started to sing something softly, Once threw flames, once threw fire, this heart was filled with desire.Threw malice threw pain I broke free from the flame, now this heart is filled with rain. Sorrow to sorrow, blade to blade, lost within the pain. Flying from the trees, the everglades breeze to the moons gleam. Hollowed from the core, it is no more but the shore of everlasting evermore. From now I see, what has to be a thing that is coming to get me. Over mountains over plains, it stalks from the veins. His voice rang out like bells in a church but also so not holy in every way. He seemed so normal.. but he wasn't.

( The song he is singing is a sample of my song Everglade )

Revilla Avasix / Female / Mental Institute / Location: Room 124 / Interactions- Evan Darling

Revilla bandaged both of her arms dully, her eyes looking like empty glass orbs. She stood by her window as she did so, and then back at the door. She could hear some of his faint music, and it was odd because she hadn't heard anyone play in a long while. At least, not on the piano.
Nevertheless, she changed into something else because once again she found herself in the damned hospital gown. Although today her clothes were just as dull as her mind was currently. She put her hair in her tight little bun, and made sure her sleeves were pulled down tight to hide the bloody bandages. Last thing she needed was to be put into therapy for her self harming and suicidal issues. Revilla found that it didn't help talking to a stranger about something that's plagued her for 4 years.
She walked down the hall, careful not to bump her arms on anything because she knew she'd probably scream. She walked towards the music in a bit of curiousness, and walked into the commons to hear just the last few lines Evan was singing. She noted how his voice sounded beautiful, but there was something strangely off with it.She just rested her back against the wall, and listened for a litle while.

(Its so beautiful! Oh my goodness the lyrics give me chills and I love it!)

Evan Darling / Male / Rehab + Mental institute / Location: Common room / Interactions- Revilla Avasix, Angela Harley


Evan continued to softly play as he continued to sing to the song, but one would by now notice his bulging veins and how he was becoming awful slow. He probably would pass out.. he hoped for good. He tried to sing louder for a moment but his voice cracked, something that never happened. He really needed to stop smuggling drugs in.. they were horrible for his health and his voice. He continued to play but no longer sang to the sweet music he played. Angela became horribly worried for him. She sighed deeply, " H-he d-di-did it again.. " She said with a sad voice, she knew Evan well, and knew how stupid he could be at times. She just hoped he hadn't gone much too far with it.


( Thank you so much! It is still a work in progress but I am glad you like it )

Revilla Avasix / Female / Mental Institute / Location: Commons / Interactions- Evan Darling

Revilla did notice something was off, and she really didn't like it. Instead of being against the wall, she walked over to an empty table and sat down, deciding that she really shouldn't interrupt him, but she was also close enough to do something if he passed out or anything along those lines. It still hadn't clicked inside her head he'd done any drugs, because she hadn't ever really imagined him doing them. Of course she knew that's why he was here, but don't nurses and Doctors keep close tabs on rehab patients?
Her arms twitched a little as they started to burn and hurt, and she ground her teeth a little. Whatever was going on, she was going to make sure she hadn't done anything wrong and that he told her what was going on.

Evan Darling / Male / Rehab + Mental institute / Location: Common room / Interactions- Revilla Avasix

Evan had stopped playing, his hands shaking too much to continue. He stood up and tucked back in his chair, but before he could even walk from a mixture of pain and the drugs he was taking affecting him wrongly, he fell forward slightly. He let out a small cry of pain, the wounds on his body still sore and some still not closed completely. He didn't notice anyone else was there and his sight was off. He stood back up and turned in a way a person could see his bloodshot eyes and how out of it he looked. He decided to go back to his room, although he was incredibly hungry. He just ignored it and walked off not noticing anything. He made it back to his room with little problem, since it was breakfast time almost all the workers were off eating... but when he had finally got to his room he fainted.

Revilla Avasix / Female / Mental Institute / Location: Commons / Interactions- Evan Darling

Revilla flinched when she saw him fall slightly. The it sort of clicked inside her head now. Drugs were most likely the only thing that would be making him that way, or alcohol, but she didn't think it was alcohol. She immediately stood up and went after him, following him to his room and stopping once she got to his doorway. She paused for a second, telling herself she shouldn't just barge in, but she had a sick feeling in her stomach. She opened the door slowly and quietly, just poking her head in.
"E-Evan..? You didn't look so well back there-" She stopped when she saw him fainted, and widened her eyes. "J-Jesus Christ.." She said to herself as she stepped inside and closed the door. She gently put her hand on his shoulder and shook a little bit, but found he was out cold.
S-Should I call a doctor? Maybe not, he'd get in unimaginable trouble... B-But what if he's dying or something? I don't know a thing about drugs besides the fact not to do them...

Evan Darling / Male / Rehab + Mental institute / Location: Common room / Interactions- Revilla Avasix, Angela Harley


His body was leaned over his bed, his body seeming to be limp. He looked almost asleep if it weren't for the entire state of his body. His breathing was slowed, and ragged. His hair was again tussled in a very messy way just showing the extent of what he could become if he let this get to him. He didn't wake no matter what had been done to him, and to top it all off his skin was losing pigment. Truly is wasn't a very pretty sight to see him in such a way. He would probably be okay but no one could really tell as this moment if they tried, he could be down for good, or could just bounce right back.

Revilla Avasix / Female / Mental Institute / Location: Commons / Interactions- Evan Darling

Revilla frowned at the sight of the condition he was in. She gently, with a little bit of cursing under her breath because of the pain in her arms, hoisted him onto his bed and made sure to place him on his back, but propped him up just a tiny bit in case he could choke or something.
I'll get a Doctor if something bad happens, but for his sake I won't right this second. I know he doesn't want to be here anymore. She thought as she sat on one of the spare chairs.
Despite her being calm about this, tears of frustration fell down her cheeks as she stared at him.
"How am I supposed to get out of this place if you're still here..?" She mumbled quietly in a cracked voice and wiped her eyes with her sleeve carefully.