what's really left (Mora)

[grant liam demarco]

This morning felt really long for some reason. It couldn’t have been past noon yet, could it? No, it still had to be much earlier than that. 10:30? 11:00am at the latest, but not noon. But who knew anymore… He had forgotten his watch in his room, which wasn’t like him, usually. But now, the boy sitting in the room could care less. Random thoughts were just running through his mind now. He was currently the only person sitting in the common area. A rare thing, so it must have been early. Didn’t matter to him, just better for him. He had been on edge all morning, for various reasons. Mind you, the day started out less than good already. There was a rather rude awakening by someone banging on his door. Whether it was just his door, or others, he didn’t know, but it wasn’t pleasant any less. He had tried to hurt down the person that did that, but to no avail. By the time he had actually gotten up out of bed, the person had already taken coverage somewhere. Grant wasn’t in the mood to deal with it either, he actually wanted to go back to bed. He couldn’t fall asleep though either after he was back in his room. He remembered he stayed in bed for a while, just laying there, but he couldn’t get back to sleep. So he got dressed and took his time before wandering around slightly.

He had taken a short walk outside, just enough to smoke a cigarette; otherwise he didn’t want to stay outside too long. That was probably why he ended up back in here, in the common room of this horrible building. Yeah, the camera’s were watching, but unless something truly awful happened right in front of them, chances were, no one was coming around at the moment. They never bother with the kids that much at times. It was nicer that way. They all had some freedom inside, but usually it wasn’t enough and most people wanted somewhere to get out. Grant just wasn’t in the mood today to deal with people outside. On top of his rude morning awakening, he had gotten this “lovely” letter from his parents. Psh, yeah, his parents definitely wrote that… More like tried to. They didn’t know anything about him. Hell, he would have preferred a letter from his housekeeper/nanny, as he called her when he was younger. But his parents letters were always filled with lies usually. How they missed him and wanted him back where he belonged, taking over the family business. No they didn’t, he knew they didn’t want a son in his condition. They wanted their son, in a proper manner faking smiles for everyone to think he’s fine. Everyone probably thinks he’s just on some extended school trip, leaning different things over the world. What a sad mistake.

Grant was now relaxing on one of the couches, staring up at the ceiling above him, his arms behind his head, the letter in a torn heap on the floor. He knew he would have to get rid of it. If people could piece it together, there were some interesting facts about his life in there that people just didn’t need to k know. For now, you would honestly have a hard time trying to get in back into one piece and still be able to understand it. He closed his eyes, trying to relax but something just felt off to him about today. Every nerve in his body felt on edge, for multiple reasons. His parents being at the top of the list, and the second thing being not able to take the edge off right away from their words. He needed something, strong pain killers were best at the moment, because it wasn’t too hard to get them and they weren’t illegal like some other drugs he’s messed with before


tag: Mora
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notes: hope its alright… wasn’t sure how to start it.

[mora de ancariis]

Mora had been up all night tossing and turning. She had a nightmare that was more intense than ever before. It was hard to process at first, for it seemed so real. Mora was terrified she was going to wake up in its reality, when luckily it was just a dream. She had been in an abandoned house that looked like it was ready to fall in on itself. The floor creaked where ever she walked, and rats scurried past her feet here and there. Outside, it was dark and cloudy, and the wind knocked the tree branches into the cracked glass windows. Mora was draped in white robing like an angel, and she looked left and right. There was a sound coming from the window, and the closer she got, the more of a chill she had creeping up her spine. Then things took a turn for the worst. Mora entered a room of soft pastel colors and dolls and teddy bears scattered across the floor. It was clean and eerie, and a white crib sat in the center. Soft cries came from the center, and as she peered over the wooden bars, she looked down into the face of a handsome baby boy. As he looked back up at her, he smiled up at her once he made eye contact with her. His big brown eyes seemed to recognize her, and his small arms reached up to her. Out of obligation, Mora reached in and picked the baby boy up into her arms. She cradled him in her arms, and rocked him back and forth.

The door shut behind her, and she was locked into the baby room. Mora’s heart began to beat faster and her fight or flight instincts were kicking in. The baby boy didn’t seem to be bothered by anything. The lights shut off, and soon the room was pitch-black besides the gray lighting flowing in through the window across the room from the door. Mora held onto the baby protectively, and heard a sound in the corner. Mora’s eyes went wide, and she saw a black silhouette relaxing in the corner. A gleam of silver flicked in the light, and Mora began to back away toward the wall. The silhouette pushed off of the wall and casually strolled toward her. Mora backed up until she couldn’t back up anymore. Even when the light was thrown over his body, he remained a black apparition ready for death. He held the blade up over the two of them, and Mora sank to the floor. The baby began to cry in her arms, and Mora held up an arm toward the stranger. “Please don’t! Don’t kill my baby!” The words left her lips without a thought, but the attacker didn’t seem to be affected by anything. “Don’t kill my baby! Please don’t hurt him!” A blood curdling scream came from her throat as she watched the blade come flying down on her.

Mora awoke with sweat dripping from her temples, and her hands flew to her body. She couldn’t help but look around and see where she was, taking a breath of relief as she found herself back at the academy. It was six in the morning, and her roommate was asleep in her bed. Quietly, Mora got out of bed, showered, and got dressed. From there, she decided to take a bit of a stroll. It was roughly eleven by the time she had shaken the nervous jitters in her body, and so she headed toward the commons. She didn’t expect anyone to be there yet. Everyone was either in their rooms or out and about at this time. She entered the lonely room and sighed, but almost leapt out of her skin as she saw a figure on the couch. Then a warm wave of relaxation went through her as she recognized those dazed blue eyes of Grant.

Slowly, Mora strolled up to him and leaned over the couch looking down at him. “Hey there, sleepy.” Mora’s heart was in her throat. She liked Grant. She didn’t know why, but every time she saw him, her stomach did flips that were good enough to be placed in the Olympics. “What are you doing here?”

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[grant liam demarco]

Grant actually had slowly started to count the ceiling tiles above him. There really wasn’t much to do, so that’s what he resorted to. Well, he did that a lot, counted things when he was fairly bored. Or high, both times he had done that, if he was hallucinating too much. Not that it was hard. Anyways, he was counting, but he would loose track ever once in while they would force him to start over. He didn’t, he just continued from one again where ever he was in counting, it wasn’t like he was being paid to count them so he didn’t care. Actually most of his focus was on the ceiling as he counted, he didn’t realize it either. The fact that he heard no one walk into the room or even relatively close to him proved this fact. Though the person above him didn’t startle him, his eyes just moved over to the figure standing above him. Things like that probably would have made any other person jump, because he didn’t hear them walking over, but he was totally fine with it. It could have been a mugger, or a killer for that matter, still, Grant would have had the same reaction. Though he could tell from the voice, that this person was going to do no such thing as to kill him. Didn’t seem like it, but then again, things like that are rather deceiving.

His eyes refocused as he looked at the person there, it was clearly from the female gender, and soon his eyes had adjusted as he looked at the figure leaning over him closely. Mora. He knew her right away. She was pretty sexy, in anyone’s book, no one could deny that. Though he knew what she was about to, which wasn’t really a surprise, you had the body, you could really get away with anything you wanted. Or get anything you wanted for that matter. She probably did, and could get anything she wanted, with the right persuasive tone, he could see it. Grant just looked up at her a little and shrugged, a bit indifferent really.

“Just relaxing really. Don’t want to be bothered by people outside today, but needed to get out of my room. This just happened to be where I ended up.” Yeah, that was pretty much the truth. Well, he was aggravated to an extent, but he wasn’t going to bring it up now. His personal life would, for the most part, would always stay personal. He couldn’t be bothered by his parents when he was here. His parents were the ones usually making him angry. They send him here to get better, and they think writing him will make help more. They had a sick sense of humor at times, to him. Why would that help anyone? Yeah, he could hear his mother’s pleading tones when he read the letters, and his father’s demanding ones, but that was the thing, it didn’t help. That’s why he would never write back to them, because they weren’t helping. They never have before, so why would they be able to now? They were never the through thinkers before.

He shook his head, trying to get the thoughts of them out of his head, seeing Mora still standing above him. Oh, he didn’t make that up that she was standing there. “So what brings you to the common area then? Nothing to exciting going on in here…” Nothing was. He had been the only one in her previously to her entering. At least he thought that. Mora had walked in undetected by him until she stood over him on the couch. Tons of people could have walked in and left for all he knew. Not that he was concerned by that. If anyone else had walked in on him, he might have seen them out of the corner of his eye at the very least. Would he have though? Well, it was past that point now, and he no longer really cared. Someone was in here with him now, and it seemed as though they were the only two there. He was sure of that. Since it wasn’t like you could really hide anywhere in this room, that would be rather difficult, unless you were a bug.



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[mora de ancariis]

When Grant looked up at her, he didn’t seem too surprised or welcomed; the usual look he gave to everyone, making Mora feel like nothing important. She had figured as much. No matter how obvious she would make her feelings for him be, he did not ever seem to notice, so Mora stopped trying altogether. She had made the mistake before with others, but her history as a sex addict always screwed things up. Yeah, Mora was probably one of the more attractive young ladies at Rosedale Academy, but she wasn’t the type of girl any guy would go out of their way to give her a box of chocolates and a bouquet of red roses. Mora, for most guys, was the girl they wanted in their bed for the night, and kicked out of their rooms the next morning if they hadn’t already the night before. It put an ache in her chest that not even the roughest of hands could rub away. Just to have at least one guy look at her without physical intent would be enough for her. Although Grant didn’t exactly look at her with a look of lust either, now she wanted him to look at her with some sort of hopeful, loving look. Mora would die for a day just to have those sparkling blues look into her dark brown eyes and say to her that he wanted her as his own girl; to have Mora walking down the halls with him holding his arm. Instead, it was Mora who was the one fantasizing about a corny relationship.

When Grant spoke, it was just as indifferent as his gaze, and almost seemed to be implying that he didn’t want anyone to bother him; bothering him meaning talking to Mora. She tilted her head to the side, tucking a small strand of hair behind her ear. She felt awkward being here with him. Mora didn’t know how many people had been in the common area already, and by the looks of it, no one had wanted to stick around anyway. At first glance, they probably could have assumed that Grant wanted to be alone. Shit, even Mora was able to sense that he didn’t want to talk to anyone now that she was standing over him. She was surprised a huge, gaudy neon sign didn’t pop out from behind the couch and declare “wants to be left alone so screw off.” She backed off a little bit, and decided to lean against the back of the couch casually. “Well I hope I’m not bothering you with my ever so annoying presence,” she replied. “I didn’t sleep too well either honestly, but it was for other reasons altogether.”

Mora wouldn’t have been surprised if Grant didn’t bother asking about it. He wasn’t the type of guy to press into anything. For most of her friends, she was appreciative that they gave Mora her space, but when it came to Grant, she almost pleaded to the heavens just for him to ask her once what was going on in her oh so insignificant existence she considered a life. “I had a nightmare. Nothing new really. Just a nightmare.” Mora didn’t know how to explain it or expand on it. She wanted to leave the window of opportunity open for Grant to have to ask her the details of this nightmare of hers. It was a really personal dream that even she herself couldn’t explain. The nightmare was so random and terrifying, and all thoughts pointed toward the baby more than anything. Yeah, Mora was a sex addict, but she wasn’t stupid enough to actually go out of her way and sleep around unprotected. She knew better than that, and she would never dare. In the past, she had once slept with anyone, anytime, anywhere, but not without protection. Mora had more pregnancy scares than she could count on her fingers and toes, but only because of pure morality of having sex in the first place. This time it was different. Mora hadn’t been having sex with anyone in literally weeks.

“I don’t know what brings me here really,” Mora declared. “I woke up really early because of my nightmare, and I couldn’t fall back to sleep. So I decided to get ready for the day and wreak havoc on all of humanity. So far my plan for world domination isn’t working, so I’m taking a small break. And yourself? Besides the whole can’t fall back to sleep issue you’ve got going on. Why don’t you go out somewhere? The staff doesn’t bother trying to keep us in any way anymore.” She laughed a bit to herself. “I remember when I first came to this school, they use to light a fire under our asses to stay in line. Things have definitely changed.” When she spoke, she almost felt like she was talking about herself. Yeah, things have definitely changed if she was talking about herself. Mora never really fell so head over heels for a guy like Grant. In fact, if Mora wanted, she could totally find a nicer, more attractive guy that wasn’t a problem child like everyone at the academy. The line was always the same though; Grant was different.

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[grant liam demarco]

Grant’s eyes followed Mora as she moved from leaning over him to behind the couch where she now stood. His head didn’t move, but his eyes did, just following her. He went to gaze back up at the ceiling a little as he heard her words. Annoying? She was anything but annoying. Annoying was that person who had a high pitched voice, followed you everywhere and kept asking why this and why that. Now that was annoying. He may have been indifferent to a lot of things, or even uncaring at times, but that’s because he wanted no one close. If they thought he didn’t care, they more or so left him alone. Mora was different though. She was more persistent than others, and has talked to him on more than one occasion, without caring at times. He, never found himself that interesting, and wondered why people would want to be around a dull, lackluster guy like him. Well, that’s who he was portraying at this school, and would probably end up being his future self as well. He could see that being the easy way out of all of this for him. Just suck it up, listen to his parents till he gets his fortune, take over the company and that be it. Probably the best idea yet.

He heard the word nightmare and his attention was drawn back to her. Actually focusing on what she was saying. He did that, every now and then. She then explained about her morning. Yeah, it seemed slightly just as bad as his. But when she started to talk about world domination, he couldn’t help but smirk a little. Plus, what person in this place didn’t want to wreak havoc on humanity, even if it was just a little. Half of the people in here, if let free to run while, could probably do it in less than ten minutes, and then be wanted by the government. Yeah, that was this place, just interesting really. He never thought her as one o those people at times. Well, he never thought of a lot of people usually, just a few really. She was something else though, he could give her that much.

Stretching his arms above his head a little, he took the chance to sit up. He was still taking up most of the couch, his back just leaning against the arm of the chair now. It wasn’t as comfortable as before, but he could see her better now, if he was going to hold a conversation, he wouldn’t be rude about it. Damn habits. Still couldn’t get rid of all the things he was taught when little. “One, your presence is not annoying, do not worry. Two, it’s just a nightmare, but I’m sorry you had it. Three, you should never take a break from world domination, It’s the world, you have to keep trying a little. And four, I do not want to be bothered with those people outside. I feel I understand half the people in here more, at times.” He tilted his head up at her a little, the smirk was still on his lips slightly. The whole thing was said calmly, and you could understand ever world, perfect diction. It wasn’t fast, like he was trying to get the conversation out of the way, but it was just easier to say it all in on breath. Certain people who talked to him, he would ignore. Definitely a ‘Hey, what’s up?’ or a ‘What’s going on?’ He usually wanted to respond, ‘I’m in a academy for the crazy, insane, and addicts. Some anger problems, but I’m pretty much doing great, right?’ Really, some people were just ridiculous at times. That’s why he started to just ignore people. Girl’s usually avoided him a lot, but he always found it rude when a guy mistreated a lady, or ignored them. That’s why he could never do it.

Watching her for a second, he ran his hand though his hair a little and leaned his head back, relaxing again. He wasn’t tired anymore, which bugged him, because he knew he hadn’t gotten enough sleep. He barely got enough sleep on a regular basis, so cutting that time even shorter was worse. He closed his eyes, wishing he could figure out who the hell did that this morning, but it was never going to happen. Mora was right, the staff had started slacking a bit more now a days. Sure, they would watch some people more closely than others if they were skipping out or repeatedly caught them doing something, but for the most part, things like this would now go free. The person behind it, able to keep to their little selves, and do it again one day. That irritated him, a lot actually. But he stayed calm for now. No point in getting upset now. It was done and that part of his day was gone with.



tag: Mora
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[mora de ancariis]

Mora regarded Grant’s words for a moment. Sometimes she did not know how anyone could see her as anything normal at all. In fact, if Mora were to be on the outside looking in, she would definitely think that she was one of the more annoying individuals at the academy. She was always in the forefront; Mora liked to meet and greet new students and patients all the time, and sometimes she could be a little overbearing. Mora did not remain a stranger for long to anyone. At one point or another, everyone either knew Mora personally, or knew of her. Back in school outside of the academy, she was a nerdy little bookworm that no one really knew, but even then Mora was very social. She knew how to arrange her words and be upfront to everyone. Even in class, Mora would communicate perfectly fine with her peers. She had never really been seen as the shy type. She believed that people were always going to judge, so there was no sense in trying to stay in the background, watching as life went on without you. Mora did not want to be a wallflower for the rest of her life.

She laughed to herself at Grant’s dry humor. She laughed more than she thought she would, and felt her cheeks burn as a blush threatened to creep along her cheeks. Luckily she had a dark enough tan where she did not turn beat red with embarrassment. She was able to understand Grant when he said that he sometimes tended to understand the people within the academy more than anyone on the outside. His view was exactly like hers, whereas Mora also believed that sometimes the real remedy for everyone’s problems was in each other. Personally, Mora hated having to see the psychiatrists. All they ever did was make Mora feel worse and horrible about what she has done with her body. If she chose to have sex with whomever, that was her business. It was no wonder why some people here were so depressed. She had seen the looks on everyone’s faces as they leave. For many of the so-called “clinically depressed,” they would be perfectly content for one week, but then once they step into that dreaded room of interrogation, they leave looking ready to off themselves. Mora didn’t blame them, and sometimes wished she would off herself too because of how intensely rude they were. With everything they said to Mora, they made it out to be like she was some sort of low-class whore. She felt ready to toss her chair out the window at times, and has always done her best to skip her therapy whenever possible.

Mora didn’t know what Grant’s problem was per say. Yeah, he was a drug addict, but he certainly did not look like one or act like one most of the time. His condition was pretty low, and in Mora’s eyes, there were plenty of worse addicts on the outside that could have definitely been put in Grant’s place instead. In fact, she was probably willing to bet her money that ninety percent of the celebrities they watched on television did drugs like a vacuum cleaned up dirt. Then again, as Mora looked over her shoulder at him, she was thankful to have him around. He was the norm she needed. Because of Grant, Mora had restrained herself from many guys just to have a chance to talk to him civilly. If he did not like her the way she liked him, she was perfectly fine with it. As long as she could go to him whenever she wanted or needed to and have a decent conversation with him, she was fine. Even the psychiatrists noticed the change. They did not know why that was, but they contemplated actually letting Mora go home. Although that would have been a blessing to leave this crazy place and return to civilization, Mora could not imagine living outside of the academy. Leaving all of her friends and disappearing into the crowd as a recovering addict; Mora could not bear to think about it. She did not want to admit it, but Rosedale Academy was her home away from home, and everyone within its prison like walls was more of a family to her than her own parents were.

Feeling the strain in her neck, Mora turned around and leaned up against the back of the couch with her elbows positioned on it to support her. She was positioned in a fifty degree angle, creating a slight arch in her back. Her pink T-shirt revealed her lower back where her tattoo showed, and her ankle high boots clicked against the floor as she shifted. Mora flipped her hair onto her left shoulder, letting it drape in front of her casually, then she quirked a brow at Grant. “So then, what are your plans today? You ready to go hunt down the asshole that woke you up this morning?” Mora laughed to herself again. “I bet we’ll probably hear some moron brag about it to a friend. Being the social butterfly that I am, I’ll probably find out later today when everyone is awake. For a lot of losers, it’s still morning technically.”

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