purge.

[makla.]

to stick your own finger down your throat, and bring up what you ate.
disgusting but it was life for some people- makla did it sometimes, and truthfully she did it from behind scenes. the abandoned warehouse was something makla never saw before. so she was riding toronto bareback, and his canter slowed down to a trot then a walk, and makla's figure soo slim slid off his back and she grabbed the reins and led the horse to a tree and tied a small knot and toronto went away eating the grass around him.

step by step.
makla's hand grasped everything around her, the trees the bushes and then came the building so dead to the naked eye. there was a small opening, and makla bent down and crawled through the door and stood up as she was in the warehouse now. it was a site to see, a snap of her fingers

forgot my camera

she said outloud, and it echoed against the walls and died off. she proceeded more through the building but stopped as she came to a room filled with broken glass. the reflection became makla scattered and broken when she glanced down at it.

[blakey //]

Ah...peace and quiet. He had been in town for about a week now and was already missing riding Ghost in the woods. The gray horse was back home in the states with his Bake's father. Most of the horses had to be sold off but he had had Ghost ever sense he was 16 when he met Jay and Makla. He and the stallion had bonded so to speak and he couldnt sell him. But either way he had to leave him behind.

So he was on foot today and in the back enterance way of the warweehouse. So empty and quiet. He needed time to reflect. Time to gather his thoughts and plan out what he was doing next in life. At the moment it was in a time warp and he was trapped. A vvoice made him look up. No one. It sounded far off. Hello? He said loud enough so it echoed against the metal walla through out the warehouse, wondering who else was here

[makla.]

makla didn't say "hello", she said forget my camera and it made her figure jump. and instantly her vocals did go up. admitting it to herself, she was scaried- her heart couldn't take another panic attack. breathe. makla tried to breathe before her shout to the other, but it didn't happen and she was short of breathe after. heart racing- stop it.

who's there?

slowly she stalked out frm the broken glass room, and her eyes keen on glancing around. to her, no one was there and she was panicing again going beyond paranoid. but she was wrong

[blakey //]

Blake waited for the reply. A young woman's voice, slightly familiar. He made his way around all scap metal until he came to the open room full of broken windows and glass on one side. He looked up seeing a blond frail looking girl, most likely his age. Something was so familiar about her. Blake himself hadnt changed much. His style went from good 'ol country boy to what some call 'emo' and his hair was slightly longer but thats all. He was quieter these days, most likley from the damn depression. He was still struggling with that but it was better now that he was back 'home.'

She reminded him of Makla. But she looked different. Different hair...skinny. He moved forward, hoping no to spoke her. Hey..I thought I was alone..sorry It was still too dark to tell but if it was her, he'd soon find out

[makla.]

talk about change?
ehh would running away be change? for running away caused the happiness to turn into prefection. bones is a change. makla heard foot steps, and her own began to proceed a few steps backwards. waiting with ehr hand over her heart and a deep breathe every so often. expecting it to be blake? not really, she was afraid it would become a rappist and he would wither her frame away into a broken bone of perfection.

BLAKE!

as soon as she saw the person, makla's fear stopped rising and her eyes grew wide. so she was excited to see him, and you could tell in her voice. no stopping her, makla ran over and gave him a hug but soft one- he couldn't find out about her figure

[blakey //]

It was the last person he was expecting to see in a place like this. He thought she had taken off. Well suprise suprise it was Makla. He had missed her. Blake often would think back and worry about her. How was she getting along. Was she done with the drugs and the other things? And how was Sephy? He left her and Jay when they needed him the most.

He blamed himself for some of it. For what had happened. All the drama and tears. He welcomed the hug, smiling now. Makla...wow

[makla.]

don't blame anyone but makla. a mother should NEVER leave a child, and a father to take care of it- and the fact of 6 months is even more horrible then you'd expect. only someone messed up should do it, did makla need a straight jacket? or maybe a place for her recent outbreak of "anorexia."

surprised? yeah most people are

makla played it like she never left, and how did she know jay already got inside blakes head. make a fool of yourself, that is all she is doing. makla let go of him and stepped back. yeah hard to believe, blonde and small. like a little doll, and the smile was growing on her face- pure fakeness. she tucked her hands inside her hoodie pockets and rocked a few seconds back and forth

[blakey //]

Blake looked her over. The blonde made her look even plarer. And she looked even tinier also. Almost like a ghost. I..I am... Jay had told him she had left. But Blake wasnt too quick to judge. Makla had to have a good reason...didnt she? Makla loved her little girl. She loved Jay. Why would she leave?

He wouldnt bring it up right away. Let the good times roll (*sings*) How have you been?

[makla.]

NO! makla gave a small fuss inside, and turned her figure alittle, she did have meat on her bones- believe the fullness of the clothes. she smiled, and played the role of a happy adult- because that is what she was?

i've been pretty good, i mean i've had up and down times, but its all good.

reassure him of her being "a good" mother, not the horrible runner. a sigh came form her lips and makla's legs tucked in and she let herself sit on the disgusting floor and glance up to blake. she spoke up.

anything exciting happen with you lately?

[blakey //]

Blake didnt like the idea of looking down at her. He joined her on the cold concrete floor folding his legs up indian style like a little kid. He knew her too well. It sometimes scared him but it was obvious she was playing off a cover up. 'Its all good.' Maybe for her, but what about her daughter?
Hm well...I'm back in Green County for now...I couldnt stay in the states any longer...too many memories There were memories here too, but his cousin and him grew up at the ranch. She was gone now and it hurt to stay. So he was here

[makla.]

makla never thought people knew her that well, jay did but she didn't expect others. how would they know this was just covering up something? makla's right hand pushed her left sleeve up alittle, and she repeated the process when she pushed her right sleeve up with her left hand- it was getting alittle toasty to her. she kept her eyes now on blake for the most part as he began to speak.

eh. i'm sorry blake,
memories are the best sometimes.

ahh. she was stuck, soo badly she wanted to tell him "I left for 6 months" and makla atleast She came back. She didn't know anything up to this point now with Sephy and Jay.

[blakey //]

Blake was rarely seen in tank tops these days. That was Mitch's area but this morning he woke up and decided he was jsut going to be lazt. For the past months he had gotten up at 5 and worked all day with the horses. He made it his personal duty to sleep in this morning and not care what he wore. A white thin cotton tank and jeans, almost with his dark hair that fell into his eyes. It was an odd mix match style but then again, he was lazy today.

He looked up at her pushing back his hair so she coudl see his green eyes. Yeah and sometimes they are torture. He shrugged and looked down, picking up a piece of glass and looking at his reflection. Both him and Makla looked so different. His arms were showing for once all built up from working at the ranch, heavy lifting.

[makla.]

during hot temperatures, burning of the sun, makla was always wearing clothes to cover her figure up. plus, she had nothing to keep her warm when she got those cold chills- she had some back up. yeah she noticed the muscle, and it made her laugh- was he trying to show off his "guns" makla's hand covered her mouth as she laughed. well wait, that laugh just ended with blake's words. makla glanced up to him, and then her sleeves fell down her arms without her even helping them. her pools just turned down and only could the cold concrete be seen. she was silent, and spoke only 3 words. shit, makla shouldn't blow her cover

yeah they are

[blakey //]

He glanced at her, wondering what the laugh was for. This certainly wasnt a laughing matter, but then again he didnt know what was going on inside her head. She could be off somewhere else. He'd like that. Daydreaming about the good old days when he Jay and Makla had just met. Makla still had been messed up but they had had fun. They didnt have as much worries as they did now.

Blake nudged her and tried a friendly smile. Even though he was quiet now, more withdrawn, you could always count on him to set aside his own worries and help his friends. Hey dont look so sad. It's good to see you again

[makla.]

the muscles

makla pointed out and glanced up at jay. that giddish snmile crept back up, but for not long. the memories she did have were great, til she went to a school and her best friend killed himself on the phone. she heard the gun and the body fall and then makla lost it. she did try to kill herself, and with a pull up of her left sleeve, that scar was still there- because stitches and deepness, it was a straight line down her arm.

sorry, i'm happy now.
i got to see you

yeah she proved it with her two index fingers pointing and pressing on her out lips and she simled. like mcdonalds.