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» the virus takes h o l d; ;open to anyone
Topic Started: Jul 29 2006, 06:27 PM (390 Views)
Landon Wood
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Acute leukemia is characterized by the rapid growth of immature blood cells. This crowding makes the bone marrow unable to produce healthy blood cells. Acute forms of leukemia can occur in children and young adults. In fact, it is a more common cause of death for children in the US than any other type of malignant disease. Immediate treatment is required in acute leukemias due to the rapid progression and accumulation of the malignant cells, which then spill over into the bloodstream and spread to other organs of the body. If left untreated, the patient will die within years, months, or even weeks.

Getting diagnosed with such a disease can take an emotional and physical toll on someone if they weren't expecting it. But honestly, who could be expecting something as bad as Leukemia to happen to them? Landon Oliver Wood had been diagnosed with such a disease, and it was literally killing him. It hurt his heart and mind to even think about it. Leaving Hogwarts at any given time to get treatment, Landon hardly stays where he is anymore. Something inside of him just wanted to... to... burst out and hit something. With an unwavering faith in God, Landon had wondered why it had happened to him. But he didn't blame anyone. He didn't need a reason to be angry at God.

As a letter flew into him at lunch the previous hour or so and he had opened it, hoping to recieve word on how his mother was doing. But what he found inside instantly shattered him for eternity. Landon remembered the feeling in his gut when he saw the owls fly in, dropping the letter in front of him and then flying off. Opening the letter, he noted that it was sent from home and had his mother's handwriting. As his brightgreen eyes scanned the letter, they suddenly began to water a little. Apparantly there was word that, according to his doctor, that the small case of leukemia he had wasn't small at all. It was quite large and he wasn't supposed to live long enough to reach his seventh year.

Two hours after the letter had arrived, and he still couldn't help but wonder why this all had to happen to him. He wasn't a bad person, was he? Maybe it was because of his choices in life that he was plagued with this disease. It had him torn up inside and yet he still managed to tell a select few what was 'wrong' with him. And lord knows, the select few was... very selected and it was very... few. Hardly knowing anything was a trait that he tended to have.

Walking into the courtyard, Landon sat down on a bench, wartching as everyone talked and laughed with friends as he at by himself at the bench. He picked his usual bench, the one further away from people. He didn't like people... he knew that people just wound up being everything he hated. Yet at the same time, he wanted to meet people more than anything. Maybe the reason he was stayed far away from everyone is because he was afraid of getting close. Which, he would admit, he was.

Thoughts of him dying before he reached the end of the year raced through his mind, even if he knew that it wasn't supposed to take hold of him yet. But still, you have to wonder about things like this... I mean, he's dying for god's sake! It was bound to come up sooner or later, though. Thoughts are always provoked and they usually turn out for the worst. It was just how things worked.

Looking around the courtyard, Landon felt a strange sense of lonliness inside of him. Suddenly he was in a mass of people, and yet he was all by himself. Nobody to talk to. Nobody to wave at. Nobody to even glare at. Just... himself. Landon let out a large sigh and his body began to slouch as he bit his lip, just waiting for the day to end. God, this sucked.
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Gemma Banks
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What was a disease? Was it something made to crash down the body, or was it a form of punishment, punishment well deserved for the cruelty one inflicted on another? And if it wasn’t a punishment, was it just an element that made people suffer, shed tears of guilt and agony while they watched their loved one slip away into an invisible existence? What was abuse – physical harm or mental death? Disease, compared to abuse, must have been heaven for you knew that the suffering one day would stop, whether or not you died or were cured. Abuse, however, never stopped for the person inflicting this pain on your body, almost happily, seemed to enjoy watching a human body wriggle in pain as salty tears fell down the victim’s cheek. The blonde shuddered at the thought as her slender figure advanced towards a rosebush, a place where she hoped some inspirational juices would flow through her. It had been several weeks since she had last written a decent poem, a poem that she didn’t end up crumbling and tossing it over her shoulder into the fireplace of the Slytherin common room. In the miserable castle, there was barely any form of inspiration. After all, you couldn’t always write about the stench and cobwebs.

Smoothing her skirt beneath her calves, Gemma Nicole Banks sat in the wet grass beneath a large oak tree, which provided a decent amount of shade from the now-shining sun. From beneath her arm, she removed a notebook with a brown colored metal spine. On the cover, were circles going down in a straight line, all of the same size, but different colors, mostly the colors of the rainbow. In the spine was a dull pencil, the eraser almost fully erased. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she flipped open the notebook to a blank page, her eyes remaining glued on a young flower that was not fully bloomed yet. Nervously, the blonde brought the wooden section of the pencil to her mouth and began chewing on it, a habit that she found gross and did rarely. “f***, f***, f***,” she muttered as she began to doodle in the top right hand corner of the page. This was hopeless. Honestly, what kind of inspiration could come from a damn rosebush that had roses that weren’t even full roses yet? Oh, Gemma knew the answer. None.

A few student’s had gathered in the courtyard, much to Gemma’s dismay. She had hoped for quiet so that she could concentrate on her poem. Her green eyes scanned the perimeter, her mouth curling into a frown as she came to the realization that no one she cared about was outside. “Just my luck,” she muttered as she collected her things, preparing to return to the castle. “Won’t be needing you,” she added solemnly as she ripped from her notebook a piece of paper with a few doodles on it, crumbling it up and throwing it in a random direction, ignoring the fact that she had aimed at a young boy. With another sigh, she stood up and smoothed her skirt, making sure that it wasn’t sticking out. So much for inspirational juices.
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Landon Wood
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When the days are the worst, the worse things seem to happen to you. And wouldn't you know it that Landon had to be having a day that seemed to be his worst. Sitting by himself on the cold stone bench made him think. Think about who he was and why this disease was cursed upon him. Landon didn't know whether to just kill himself now or let the virus take hold of him first. As he sat there, ideas came to mind.

Was he really by himself? Did nobody in the world care for him? Sure, there was his parents and Sheldon. But did anyone else truly care? Maybe this was God's way of saying that he wasn't quite good enough. The brunette looked to the sun, wondering if the next thing he would end up with would be skin cancer from the bloody sun. Wouldn't that be great? Listening to theses thoughts play on repeat in his mind got him thinking.

He couldn't just sit around and mope and whine all day, he had to do something. But the urge to get up and do it just didn't comapre to the urge to just roll over dead. Then he began to think of his Life's To-Do List. It wasn't very long, but at least he had dreams and goals. Number one: fall in love. Number Two: become a Tramsfiguration professor. Number Three: get social! Number Four:... ah, who cares what number four or thirty was. Nobody would ever hear of them other than himself.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, a ball of something came propelling towards his head and it smacked him hard in the eye. An "Ugh." noise came from his mouth before his hand ran to his eye and held it for a few moments. The pain wasn't bad, but he couldn't see and his eyes were watering. No, not crying. Just watering. Landon looked up to see the girl who had thrown the thing in his eye.

He normally would have thrown it back, but he just wasn't in the mood. Instead, he sighed and bit his lip, picking up the paper ball and throwing it back towards Gemma with a weak toss. But just strong enough to smack her in the back of the head. He looked back down and then up again, as if he couldn't make up his mind where he wanted to look.

"Might want to watch where you're throwing garbage in a crowded area." he whispered, his voice a lot quiter than it normally was. Which suggested that something was wrong in itself. Looking away from the blonde, he decided that it was probably going to be a horrd day from this point on. But really, watch where you throw your garbage, people.
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Gemma Banks
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Seeing that she had nothing better to do, Gemma kicked a medium-sized stone along the path she walked towards the castle with her big toe, the stone always finding a way to swerve off the path and into another direction, most of the time which the blonde would have to run to the spot where it landed so that she could resume her playing of soccer with the stone. Everything nowadays seemed to be swerving off into the wrong direction, whether it be her grades, boyfriends, friends, even enemies. Life seemed to be crashing down on her head like a broken ceiling, and, damnit, the bruise on her thigh, which was now pounding with ferocious pain, wasn’t adding much greatness to the problem at hand. With her arm that didn’t have her notebook under it, the green-eyed beauty slapped her hand over the bruise, pushing her palm into her skin as to apply a good pressure to it.

Her green eyes found themselves staring up at the sky, admiring the blue tinted with gray, the big yellow ball that hung in it as though on a wire of some sort. Finally, something that made her lips curl into a smile, something, even though no one ever paid attention to it that made her happy. That was it! The sun! She would write a poem about the sun, the sun symbolizing happiness and gray clouds symbolizing grief, which was to be cast away by the sun’s powerful rays. Brilliant…actually, no, that idea sucked. But, perhaps, she should try to attempt to write a poem. After all, it had been quite some time since she had found herself enjoying the luxury of reading a good poem.

Allowing her arm to pop out a little so that the notebook fell, Gemma smoothed her skirt in the same fashion (beneath her calves), and prepared herself to sit on the grass. Her body was positioned on her knees, and as she leaned her upper torso forward to pick up her notebook, that was now open on the ground, the blonde felt something hard on her head. “What the hell?” she said angrily to herself as she placed her hand on the back of her head, her neck turning her head in a myriad of directions so that she could see who the culprit was. “Damnit, who was the bolzo that threw that?” she added to her thoughts as her eyes landed on a small boy, a brunette boy who was just sitting there, looking like a complete idiot.

"Might want to watch where you're throwing garbage in a crowded area."

Though the boy had whispered this haughty comment, Gemma could hear it perfectly, perfectly enough to get her anger rising. “Might want to watch, might want to watch? I’ll tell you what to watch!” she yelled in the boy’s direction as she picked up the paper from the floor. “Watch while I shove this thing up your ass!” With that, she took back her arm, preparing to jolt it forward and release the paper from her hand so that it hit the boy smack in the face. But, something stopped her. He looked, in his stupidity, so melancholy, so grievous.

Wiping the dirt from her hands using a clapping technique, the blonde stood up and advanced towards the boy, guilt washing over her like a mighty tidal wave. Her emerald eyes stared into his own, the look of them reading sorrow. “Hey,” she said in a quiet, consoling tone as she sat down in the grass beside him. “What’s wrong?”
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Landon's insides had calmed down a little once the paper ball was released, and he felt like he was going to puke at the same time. How that was possible, he didn't know. He honestly didn't want to know. Looking towards the sun, Landon saw a flock of birds fly in front of it. Flying free. If only he could fly away like the birds. Never come back to this kind of place.

Just as he had his mind off of the Leukemia, Landon saw a little blonde thing start coming towards him from the corner of his eye. There it went again, the bomb that would be Landon's mind. It wasn't particularly dangerous unless your name was Landon Oliver Wood. Which yours isn't. So don't even worry. As the girl came towards him, she began screaming and wailing like a banshee. Landon winced a little and he sighed. He wasn't in the mood for this.

“Watch while I shove this thing up your ass!”

Oh, that's just fantastic. Maybe you won't have to die from leukemia, maybe you can die right now, Landon. Way to go. At this statement, Landon looked away from the girl, actually afraid of her. He seemed to be like that anymore. Afraid of everyone. He looked towards the sun again, realizing it was covered up for a while with a few grey clouds. Just as Gemma stopped yelling, Landon looked at her, his eyes pleading with her to just... stop.

“Hey,” --- “What’s wrong?”

Oh, if she only knew! If this girl only knew what was wrong with him. First their was his once unwavering faith which was diminishing. Then there was the fact that he was commiting a sin, liking another male. Then he was freaking dying of leukemia. And last, the icing on the cake, he was starting to get into drugs. Thanks a lot Nik.

His green eyes flickered as a short, crooked smile crossed his face which was obviously swollen from crying. He shook his head, small amounts of hair going in his eyes as his head went from side to side. "Nothing." he said. And as every girl knows, 'noting' means 'everything'. And Gemma happened to be a girl and probably saw right through his chirade.



[That sucked horribly. Really sorry about that.]

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Gemma Banks
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Why had she come to sit by this lunatic in the first place? Was she out of her mind? What would happen to her reputation if she, the notorious Slytherin bitch, were seen with this young, immature, loser Hufflepuff? A soft groan rolled off her tongue as she leaned her torso forwards, commencing to draw little doodles in the mud with her pointer finger. Had she sunken so low as to talk to a member of the house whose members had absolutely nothing special about them? Ravenclaw’s had intelligence, Slytherin’s had everything, and Gryffindors were brave. And what of the badgers? They were so average, nothing special except loyalty. Who honestly cared about loyalty?

Straightening out her back and stopping the doodling in the mud, the blonde’s wide, green eyes slowly raised upwards towards the horizon, taking in the serene beauty of the sky during this hour. It would make for a fine painting, but unfortunately Gemma had not brought out any tools that would serve as any use for a painting. Damnit, why did every good opportunity to draw or write poetry come at the wrong time, when she was unprepared? f***, life was so unfair at times. Oh, but how beautiful the horizon looked with the sun slowly hiding beneath it, the colors of fire making their way through the sky like a splatter on a blank canvas.

“Nothing.”

Bullshit. Total, complete bullshit. If this boy took Gemma for a fool, he certainly was a bigger asshole than she expected. “Nothing means something,” she said in a singsong voice, seeing right through the boy’s little game. “What’s going on? Get your heart broken by a girl?” she added, a bitter note audible in her voice. It was actually quite funny how the boy thought he could outsmart a cunning Slytherin. Was he really that retarded? But, then again, did the blonde really want to sit through his boring lecture about how much he loved a girl, only to be hurt in the end?

No.

“Forget it,” she added, still glancing out at the horizon, her hand up to stop him from speaking. “I don’t want to know.”
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