running around leaving scars / Phoenix

[AMARI JOURNEY ERIKSON]

SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC

Amari was out in the park, she had moved to this little town of Crystal Lakes, Illinois recently to get away from her adoptive parents. She had always known she was adopted, no one gets adopted at the age of twelve and didn’t know that they were adopted, that only happened in movies. But Amari’s life was no movie, although her mother had a disease as did her aunt that made it seem like she was something out of a movie. Amari had a mother and aunt who both had Munchausen’s by proxy. Amari’s early life was spend being drugged by bother her mother and her aunt. Who were always attentive and supportive when she was in the hospital but it was their fault that she ended up there. Amari didn’t like to be told that her mother and aunt were the ones who were making her sick but it was true. Amari didn’t remember them all but when she was living with her mom there were visits to the ER and the doctor all the time from the time she was a baby until she was five years old and removed from the home there were ninety visits to the doctor’s office. That was an average of eighteen visits a year. When she was in her aunt’s care, the need her aunt had to have her at the doctors was more extreme. There were two hundred visits in a two month span that raised red flags again. She was removed from the home and bounced around in foster homes for a while before she was put into a children’s group home.

The weak immune system that Amari had because of what her Aunt and mother did didn’t go away ever. She still caught anything that was going around she had to be extra careful during flu season and she had to be even more careful when she was working around people with the flu. Amari’s mother was a freak, and she’d only seen her mother once since she found out where they had her. Her mom wasn’t sand even then it was a complicated life for her. But she found her way through it she found her way to being the person that she was. She had to see her mom just to get passed it though. Amari still remembered the last thing she said to her mom and then walked out of the asylum never to see the moman again and Amari was fine with that she was fine with never seeing her mom again. She told the woman that she was never going to get called mom ever again and that she was not a part of her life anymore. It may have seemed mean but Amari had gone there a year ago and was never seen by that woman again. She loved her adoptive parents, they were great, Sonja and Liam had given her a chance that no one else had ever given her. Now here she was at an art school to play cello and to sing. She obviously took other classes that she needed so that after she was done she could find a job somewhere. She learned how to cook some and started waitressing to make the money that her parents couldn’t afford to pay for her school.

Now Amari was in this small town just sitting on the swing which was her favorite thing in the park always had been. She was wearing her favorite jeans and a tunic top that she bought from a second hand store because she thought that the top looked cool while she was on vacation with her family a summer ago. She loved to go places with her family because they always found neat places to go. Her parents were both artists too so they kind of found her artistic thing to be nice. But they wanted her to be prim and proper all the time. She was anything but that most of the time, Amari though caring and sweet had a need to be heard. She wanted to write music and she wanted to play on an electric cello. She had bought one but she didn’t tell her parents about this. She was studying on it on her own, with money out of her own pocket and when she was good enough she would tell them. Amari ran her hands through her hair and then looked around the park still sitting on the swing. Amari’s blonde hair was loose about her shoulders and tangled from her swinging but she was ok with that. She was hoping that there would be someone to socialize with, friend or someone new she wasn’t partial to one thing or another now. She just wanted a reason to stay in the park and not go back to her place while she was on her day off. She had done laundry ahead of time when she first woke up so she was done with everything she needed to do for the day.

WORDS 841 TAGGED Phoenix NOTES none

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[phoenix gabriel black]

Phoenix had woke with a start, rubbing the sweat off his brow. It had been yet again one of those nights, were flashbacks from his childhood had plagued him, along with memories of that night when he had felt so low. And almost died, all because of the drugs. He wasn’t like that anymore, so he had told himself. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t craving those substances still, because he was, almost every second of the day. But he had to be stronger than that, because he had a place at the art academy, something that he barely just got into with a scholarship. But he loved art, music in particular.


Hell, he even managed to get himself an apprenticeship at the tattoo parlour. He had to admit, Crystal Lake wasn’t all of a bad place. He had lived here for a while, ever since his foster parents moved here a few years back. They had since moved, but he stayed, only because he had no real income to go elsewhere. And he had to finish his studies, otherwise he wouldn’t have anything. He was somewhat thankful that he didn’t have work today and that it was a Sunday, which meant no class. Till the next day.

Which was a thought, actually. He needed to work on his music theory, and he still had a sketch to complete. He was probably taking on too much by taking two classes, but he thought he could handle it. And so far, things were a little hectic. But he lived for the weekend, and he was somewhat glad that he didn’t wake up with a hangover, which was usually pattern for him. Instead, he was dealing with the afterthought of the nightmares. Sure...it had been years ago since he escaped the clutches of his mother but that didn’t mena eh could stop thinking about those days, no matter how much he so despearetly wanted to. Rubbing his forehead, he had to make progress on getting up.

It was his day off, but that didn’t mean he wanted to stay indoors all day. He couldn’t stand being stuck behind the same four walls of his small apartment. He wasn’t that much of an outdoorsy person, but today, he felt the need to get some fresh air, even if for a short while. He soon went off for a quick shower, getting himself dressed before grabbing his sketchpad off the counter. He probably should be working on his drawings, though he wasn’t getting all that much inspiration from sitting inside.


So going out for a short while might have helped. Phoenix wasn’t sure, but he decided to just see anyway. He soon exited the apartment, closing the door behind him. He slipped his keys into his pocket, as he walked out, not so certain on his destination. A few places came to mind, the woods, and the park maybe? The boy just decided to go whenever was nearest, which would probably end up being the park, as the place as so close by. He sighed as he wandered along, noting just how quiet it was, for a change. Crystal Lake wasn’t a big town, but there was a few people usually going about. Today it was quiet, though to be fair, that had suited him just perfectly. He was more of an introvert than anything, preferred peace and quiet. Not all the time, but he really could do without so many annoyances. Work didn’t help that fact, the receptionist could be a bit of a pain at times. not saying he didn't get along with her, but it was those types of people that when he was not having the best of days, he wanted to avoid. Luckily...he wasn’t in a horrible foul mood, more so quiet, subdued.

Nether less, he found himself wandering towards the park, hoping it wasn’t overpopulated with children that just so happened to miss and launch their ball at his head. It happened almost every time, and kind of put him off going to such open public places. But...some parts of the park where interesting, brought some neat inspiration ideas. Soon enough, Phoenix had found himself at his destination.

The park. It was fairly quiet as he found himself trudging towards the playground, notepad in hand. His hands tensed round it, as he wondered just why he had to come here. He didn’t have much of an early childhood; he had missed alot, until he was around eight years old and doubt into care. Those memoires weren’t as distressing as he tried to focus on them, being at the park with a couple of his friends form the care home.


He was just aimlessly wondering around the empty park until he noticed that he wasn’t alone. There was a blonde figure by the swing, which looked sort of familiar. Curiously, Phoenix headed over, plonking himself down on the other swing, not saying a word as he attempted to open his sketchpad and draw. But his eyes had landed on the girl again, his thoughts reminding him of two separate times. Reminding him that he had seen this girl before. But he couldn’t put his finger on it...it had been so long ago. He tried to smile, feeling a bit anti-social that he hadn’t registered her existence until just this second. ”Um hi....” phoenix smiled, closing his book, resting his hands on it.

”do...i know you?” he furrowed his brow, trying to think who it could possibly be...it couldn’t be her , could it?