Sparks of Emerald
Sparks of Emerald
Author: Ville_Lovve (Me!)
Summary: Holly meets Ville in a funny way at a young age. With burying her past behind her, she quickly becomes best friends with him. Will their concealed silent screams for eachother come to surface?
Rating: R
Warning: Swearing, Mature content, sexual relations
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. Ville own's himself, Bam owns himself, everybody else famous owns themselves. I own Holly, the characters related to her, the plot, this story, my imagination, and a very fat cat named Keara.
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The driver pulled up a long driveway, and your view fell upon a two story building, that was in better than decent condition. It looked like a school. But here I was. At a mental institution. The long brick walls looked slightly inviting, and the windows were large. The view must be wonder. Right in front of the ocean. There was an average highted, chubby woman with black hair waiting in front of the great gates.
The taxi came to a halt, and you took that as your queue and stepped out of the car. You gathered your two cases of luggage in your hands and walked up to the friendly looking woman.
"Hello, you must be Holly Brenton." She said, extending a hand.
"Yes I am." You said, dropping a suitcase and shaking her hand. She was a very beautiful woman. She looked around her late 30's or early 40's.
She smiled. "I'm Nurse Catherine."
"Nice to meet you." You said, picking up your suitcase.
"Alright, I'll bring you inside." She said leading the was through the doors into the institution. You stepped in there and it looked all very boring. White walls, a long hallway with a living room at the end, from what you could see. There was also a check in station. That's where Catherine led you.
"Holly Brenton. Room 4." She nodded to the person behind the enclosed counter. You gave her a gentle smile and followed Catherine. You boots made a clunky sounds on the floor because they weren't done up. Catherine knocked on the door with a 4 on it and opened it.
"Hey, Candice. You're roommate is here." Catherine said, leading you into the room. There were two small beds, two small dressers, and it was all very plain except for books of dieting, models and fiction covering the table tops and shelves. The girl was sitting cross-legged on the bed. She was a very tiny girl with a very fragile looking frame. She couldn't be more than 90 pounds. She had very short cocoanut hair, and she was wearing a pale blue hospital cover over her. It flowed over her tiny body, making her look even smaller.
"Candice, this is Holly. Holly, Candice." Nurse Catherine said, introducing you to each other.
"Hi." You said sheepishly. She got off the bed and walked over to you.
"Hey. It's nice to meet you." She said.
Catherine left the room. "I'll leave you too it. Candice, bring Holly to dinner, alright?"
Candice nodded as Catherine closed the door.
"So, this is going to be our humble abode forever." She said, walking back to her bed where many pictures of models were sprawled over her blue bedsheets.
You placed your suitcases on the bed, and began to unpack. You placed your clothes in the dresser, your journal under the mattress, and posters of HIM and you and Ville on the walls with tape.
You felt your eyes beginning to tear up from just looking at him.
"That's your boyfriend?" Candice asked you, nodded her head towards the picture you were taping up.
You cleared your throat so it wouldn't crack. "Yes. Yes he is." You traced a finger over his smiling face in the picture as a solitary tear crawled down your pale cheek.
"He's gorgeous. He's kind of gothic. Wicked. You guys look happy together." She said, getting off her bed and walked over.
"We are." You said, not wanting to explain the situation. Yet alone, to a stranger.
She walked over back to her bed.
"Why do you wear that?" You asked her, about her blue drape.
"I have too. That fucking bitch of a nurse won't give me my clothes." She grumbled.
"Why?" Curiousness got the best of you.
"She says I have to eat something first. But there is nothing wrong with me! 75 is the perfect weight!" She raised her voice slightly at the ending. "I want to look like a model. I can't be a model without my clothes. But I can't eat 'cause I don't want to get fat." She whispered.
You nodded your head like you understood. "Oh. Yeah." Loon.
"So why are you in here?" She asked you, calming down.
"I took some sleeping pills and some vodka." You murmured, playing with the end of your coats sleeve.
A small smile played on her lips. "Kick ass. So you tried to kill yourself?" She sat on her knees, staring at you intently.
"I didn't try to kill myself. I just wanted to sleep." You scoffed, taking off your purple jacket and tossing it on the bed.
"Yeah, forever." She rolled her eyes, giggling.
"Whatever." You mumbled, walking towards your bed. You sat on it, and it was like sitting on the metal coils themselves. I'm really going to miss my therapeutic. You moaned and collapsed onto the bed.
Author: Ville_Lovve (Me!)
Summary: Holly meets Ville in a funny way at a young age. With burying her past behind her, she quickly becomes best friends with him. Will their concealed silent screams for eachother come to surface?
Rating: R
Warning: Swearing, Mature content, sexual relations
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. Ville own's himself, Bam owns himself, everybody else famous owns themselves. I own Holly, the characters related to her, the plot, this story, my imagination, and a very fat cat named Keara.
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The driver pulled up a long driveway, and your view fell upon a two story building, that was in better than decent condition. It looked like a school. But here I was. At a mental institution. The long brick walls looked slightly inviting, and the windows were large. The view must be wonder. Right in front of the ocean. There was an average highted, chubby woman with black hair waiting in front of the great gates.
The taxi came to a halt, and you took that as your queue and stepped out of the car. You gathered your two cases of luggage in your hands and walked up to the friendly looking woman.
"Hello, you must be Holly Brenton." She said, extending a hand.
"Yes I am." You said, dropping a suitcase and shaking her hand. She was a very beautiful woman. She looked around her late 30's or early 40's.
She smiled. "I'm Nurse Catherine."
"Nice to meet you." You said, picking up your suitcase.
"Alright, I'll bring you inside." She said leading the was through the doors into the institution. You stepped in there and it looked all very boring. White walls, a long hallway with a living room at the end, from what you could see. There was also a check in station. That's where Catherine led you.
"Holly Brenton. Room 4." She nodded to the person behind the enclosed counter. You gave her a gentle smile and followed Catherine. You boots made a clunky sounds on the floor because they weren't done up. Catherine knocked on the door with a 4 on it and opened it.
"Hey, Candice. You're roommate is here." Catherine said, leading you into the room. There were two small beds, two small dressers, and it was all very plain except for books of dieting, models and fiction covering the table tops and shelves. The girl was sitting cross-legged on the bed. She was a very tiny girl with a very fragile looking frame. She couldn't be more than 90 pounds. She had very short cocoanut hair, and she was wearing a pale blue hospital cover over her. It flowed over her tiny body, making her look even smaller.
"Candice, this is Holly. Holly, Candice." Nurse Catherine said, introducing you to each other.
"Hi." You said sheepishly. She got off the bed and walked over to you.
"Hey. It's nice to meet you." She said.
Catherine left the room. "I'll leave you too it. Candice, bring Holly to dinner, alright?"
Candice nodded as Catherine closed the door.
"So, this is going to be our humble abode forever." She said, walking back to her bed where many pictures of models were sprawled over her blue bedsheets.
You placed your suitcases on the bed, and began to unpack. You placed your clothes in the dresser, your journal under the mattress, and posters of HIM and you and Ville on the walls with tape.
You felt your eyes beginning to tear up from just looking at him.
"That's your boyfriend?" Candice asked you, nodded her head towards the picture you were taping up.
You cleared your throat so it wouldn't crack. "Yes. Yes he is." You traced a finger over his smiling face in the picture as a solitary tear crawled down your pale cheek.
"He's gorgeous. He's kind of gothic. Wicked. You guys look happy together." She said, getting off her bed and walked over.
"We are." You said, not wanting to explain the situation. Yet alone, to a stranger.
She walked over back to her bed.
"Why do you wear that?" You asked her, about her blue drape.
"I have too. That fucking bitch of a nurse won't give me my clothes." She grumbled.
"Why?" Curiousness got the best of you.
"She says I have to eat something first. But there is nothing wrong with me! 75 is the perfect weight!" She raised her voice slightly at the ending. "I want to look like a model. I can't be a model without my clothes. But I can't eat 'cause I don't want to get fat." She whispered.
You nodded your head like you understood. "Oh. Yeah." Loon.
"So why are you in here?" She asked you, calming down.
"I took some sleeping pills and some vodka." You murmured, playing with the end of your coats sleeve.
A small smile played on her lips. "Kick ass. So you tried to kill yourself?" She sat on her knees, staring at you intently.
"I didn't try to kill myself. I just wanted to sleep." You scoffed, taking off your purple jacket and tossing it on the bed.
"Yeah, forever." She rolled her eyes, giggling.
"Whatever." You mumbled, walking towards your bed. You sat on it, and it was like sitting on the metal coils themselves. I'm really going to miss my therapeutic. You moaned and collapsed onto the bed.