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[Violet Rose Docherty]

violet had always loved school. she loved that she would be around people that needed help. it was her goal in life to help people, to know what was going on in their head and make them feel better. she wanted to help others, it had been her dream since she was a small child. it was just how her brain functioned. everyone was so lovely and wonderful to her, except herself, that is. today, she wandered around campus. it was her first day at the school, the first day students had been forced to be on campus. she didn't mind, though. the campus was oddly nice, she could handle it. quietly, she walked from the main office around the grassy area of the school. it was nice there, and she had her small stuffed animal shaped backpack slung over one shoulder.

she looked down at the piece of paper that had her classes on it, as well as her dorm room number. she smiled, starting toward the annex, smiling to herself happily. she skipped up the stairs, happy to be there. she liked to look on the positive side of everything, something that sort of annoyed other people, not that she really cared. she figured if more people looked on the bright side of things, then the world would be a happier place. however, her brain was not always an extremely happy place. there were times when she just hated herself, more than she could explain with words. there were times when she felt she deserved nothing more than the cuts and scars that covered her stomach. she was rather morbid about her own self, and while she didn't want to die, she didn't think she really deserved to live.

when alexa finally reached her room, she saw someone on the bed that sat opposite of what she supposed was her own bed. "hi!" she said excitedly, grinning to herself. the girl looked rather adorable. "i'm violet, but you can call me vi, or vee, or some other variation of my name. you must be my roommate!" she exclaimed happily, setting her things down beside her bed, mr stuffy perched upon the pillows. "it's really good to meet you." she said, sitting down quietly.

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[Harmony Elizabeth Turner]

"Hi, Vi or Vee." Harmony said, smiling back at the girl. "I'm Harmony... or Nee, I guess. Nice to meet you too." She wished that she could feel her enthusiasm. As much as she wanted to get well, this was going to be a struggle for her. She'd been clean for a long time now... but, the urge was always there, clawing at her constantly. Sometimes she woke up at night feeling like she was having withdrawals all over again. It hurt too much sometimes. Sometimes she wondered if it was even worth fighting, but then she would remember who hadn't been fortunate enough to live to see today. She had to remind herself that she was alive because someone else had died, and then she knew that she had to live. She had a purpose.

Purpose was terrible. You spent your whole life looking for it, wanting to know what it was you were put on this Earth to do, but when you found out what it was you wished you hadn't known at all. With purpose came responsibility. With responsibility came stress. And with stress came the inescapable cravings. Actually, the cravings preceded everything. There wasn't a moment when she wasn't craving. She was fifteen years old. She should not have to think about things like this. She should be thinking about boys or girls or trips to the shopping mall. Not death, drugs, and death again.

She'd gotten herself into this. It was her fault, the addiction. She'd have to deal with the consequences of surviving that... and the consequences of being the survivor. A better girl had died so that Harmony might live. It wasn't poetic at all. It was just... oppressive. Stifling. She had to do well to make up for the life someone else wasn't living, and she didn't even know if she wanted to live some times.

Of course she wanted to live. She was so so so glad to be alive. She'd nearly died. That's all it had taken to show her the value of life. She'd seen death, and now she knew that she wanted to see more of life.

"So, you're my room mate then?" Harmony said, humbled by her thoughts about death. "That's great. I was hoping I'd get someone nice!" She smiled at Violet, warmly. She didn't know what to say after that. What did you say to people here... in this place? Did you ask them what they were in for, like in prison or something? Come to think of it, did you ask that in prison? Now, that was an interesting thought. 'What are you in for?' 'Manslaughter.' 'Oh, cool. A friend of mine is in for manslaughter.' 'Yeah? What about you?' 'Oh, you know, same old same old. Just grand larceny.'


Outfit, the book she's reading, and the music she was listening to.