standing on the edge -SIMMYY-

[jacob]

THE MOST HORRIBLE START OF THREAD EVER!!!! Ugh...I always suck with jacob

The sketch was a breathless and beautiful version of the Whomping Willow. The branches were exaggerated in a wild and unfriendly form. It was a much darker impersonation of the tree, despite its alluring and enticing beauty. Though it wasn't night yet, the sun was blood red behind the hues of the tree and the mountains surrounding the space. It was portrayed as a deathly ghost of a sunset in the drawing, black and white blending into a surreal vision of what Jacob saw before.

His optimistic views had once again been shattered by Lilia's return. Jacob was so relieved, more then relieved, that his twin had arrived from her sudden disappearance in one piece. But as an effect of her return, Jake has turned paranoid and fearful...his happy optimism shot back to the floor. It was just his brotherly protectiveness. But he couldn't help but be annoyed at Lilia's stubbornness. Couldn't she understand that their dad didn't want to hurt anyone? It was all just made up in her head. He bit his lip. There was no proof of damage. Why was Lilia being this way? It was driving him insane.

He tried to vent by sketching. But his sketch had come out dark. He couldn't even believe he contained such darkness in his heart. Maybe he was just confused. He hated this feeling of darkness, confusion, and pessimism. He wished and angel could rescue him somehow...he wanted to see light again. But there was no light...

[Symphanie Agassi]

Sitting in the Hufflepuff dormitory was no inspiration at all to the music loving sixth year. She was sitting on the window seat, curled up with a couple of pillows, her eyes concentrated not on the empty sheet paper on her lap filled with lines and time signatures, but on the outdoors where the sun was peaking through the diamond patterned window. Dark chocolate eyes stared outside, admiring the blue sky, white fluffy clouds, green foliage that cluttered themselves together to become a forest, rolling lawns that led to places of adventure, and even the whomping willow that had so much life in it that you would normally not find in any other plant.

A sigh escaped her mouth as she turned her head to look at the sheet paper. Resting her head on a fist that was propped up by leaning her elbow on her leg, she thought about just going outside. The common room was empty, it was nice out, and she absolutely hated and slightly feared being alone. That’s when the shadows came out to play. In contrast to the bright, sunny outdoors, the inside of the castle reeked with mold of the ages, shadows reached out toward her small body, stone statues seemed to follow her every move with carved out eyes, and even the people who she passed had dark eyes, judging her, hating her, condemning her.

With that final thought she picked up her sheet music, threw it in her faded black messenger bag, slung that over her shoulder, and walked out of the common room, down some stairs, and out of the doors. She took a grateful breath of fresh air into her lungs and held her breath a little before releasing the stolen air. There was a slight breeze and it whipped her blonde hair around her face a little bit. Her jeans didn’t move much and her black camisole with a long white sleeved shirt over it protected her a little from the breezy weather. Her etnies clad feet carried her over to the Whomping Willow where she proceeded to sit near a boy, but not too near, just close enough as to where she didn’t feel alone, and took out her sheet music in hopes of getting something more than the ¾ time written down.

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[jacob]

He ran his charcoal pencil over the sketch, adding small rays of sunshine here, trying to average out the excess of shadows on the Willow. But the more he tried to fix it, the darker it got. Exhasperation seemed to start filling up his head. Jacob sighed and looked back up at the tree. It was once lively and beautiful to him. Now it almost looked scary, towering over him in the shadow of the red sunset. He found himself almost glaring up at it. It was so strange, too...he was so used to loving the great Willow. In fact, it was his favorite spot at Hogwarts. How could he be succumbed to hating it?!

Jacob looked back down at the sketch. The sun had lowered a bit, so the drawing looked darker still. It was breathtakingly beautiful...but it was the kind of beauty you saw in people like Lilia. Almost scary. He winced at the thought of it. Was he becoming scary?

He jumped, startled by sudden movement a few ways away from him. But it was only a girl...he should have known better then to expect something else. He wasn't used to seeing movement other than the Whomping Willow's ever moving branches. He glanced at her only momentarily. She was cute. Given some other moment, Jacob would have talked to her. But he felt suddenly annoyed at her presence, which made Jacob even angrier. He liked company. So why was he being such a loner?

With an exasperated sigh, he pushed his sketchbook off his lap, through the charcoal aside, and propped his elbows on his knees. He buried his face into his hands and closed his eyes, trying to remember exactly why he was so enraged, but coming up with no answer at all. How he craved for happiness. "Dammit," he said out loud, his voice strong, not even noticing he had uttered a single word.

[Symphanie Agassi]

She actually got a measure of melodic notes written down. In her mind she pictured hues of blue as a peaceful and yet melancholic sound dance around her mind. The notes twirled up, colors intertwining with the sheets of music, the end product was a dancing figure that was dancing its way around the blackness of her mind. Walls did not exist so there was no limitations on the figure’s one-sided waltz. There was no one to dance with but the beautiful figure did not let that small detour stop it from dancing.

She continued writing down notes, editing some to make it quicker, longer, add in a crescendo here and there, some thunderous twists, pick ups, climaxes, the dancing figure grew tired in her mind. The pencil in her hand stopped writing suddenly as Simmy watched the figure in her mind fall backwards through the dark abyss, falling victim to the shadows of the monsters. The colors bled through the black atmosphere and the bars of notes dissolved till it mixed in with the chilling aura. All inspiration was gone. Why? The boy next to her said “Damn it” in a harsh tone.

Looking to her right she saw a seventh year, she forgot what house he was from. He seemed overly stressed about something. With his head being cradled roughly by his hands, she couldn’t tell if his eyes were opened or shut closed with exasperation. Her heart ached with an aimless need to know if he was okay. But a voice broke through the ache and whispered in her ear What if…what if he was annoyed that you had to sit near him? Maybe he wanted to be alone…unlike the coward you are? Fingers gripped the pencil they held tighter and she wished that blasted voice would take its own advice and go have its alone time leaving her in peace and quiet. But no, it had a sick aspiration to see her doubt the world and see the light in shadows.

Sighing, she realized if she was going to see if he was okay, she might as well ignore the voice and ask him if he was okay. And judging by how he reacts…maybe you’ll realize that you are truly the reason why he’s annoyed. The eerie voice whispered letting its cruel words caress her mind in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She hated letting the hate get to her, she didn’t like to listen to it. Shoving those thoughts to the side, she placed her sheet music to the side and crawled the extra feet to the boy and kneeled next to him. Are you alright, Sir? she asked politely in a british accent that had a hint of middle-eastern laced in it. He was truly a beautiful creature as far as she could see and she couldn’t see why he would be this depressed.

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[jacob]

He jumped again at the sound of someone's voice, closer then he had sensed. He had been so wrapped up in his own dark hole that he had momentarily forgotten that the girl was even there. Jacob lifted his head and turned to look at her, mild surprise and confusion lathered on his expression. Why was she speaking to him? Why would anyone speak to him? The fact that people loved him escaped his mind, and he couldn't help but think that everyone in the world despised him. It had to be true, anyway, right? Jacob was a truly horrible person. He had done everything to make everyone happy, but what was it all even worth anymore? He couldn't change what he had ignored...if he had been a better person, a better brother...Lilia would be all right.

"N-nothing," he said, and he was surprised to hear his voice shaking. That didn't happen too often...but then again, Jacob had never been morally obligated to become upset. He blinked at her. There was true concern in her pretty face. Her blonde hair framed the expression. Her eyes were soft as clouds.

He could not imagine why venting would hurt anybody. But he didn't want people to think he was the horrible, heartless person he was sure he was. He didn't want people to know just how far he was falling, or how dark his mind seemed to get. But he couldn't stop himself from speaking. "I just wish things were different. Don't you ever wish that? I wish I could be out of this stupid hole. But I can't escape..."