They All Sound The Same
My name is Madeline Porter and I'm in
West Park because of reasons. Please talk to me, I'm supposed to do that.
West Park because of reasons. Please talk to me, I'm supposed to do that.
Sorry I haven’t been on, I’ve been with school and just recently got a new cat, so I haven’t been able to go on tumblr at all recently. But I’ll be on every weekend. I still love you, and I’ll try to be more active.
Do you want to make brownies with me?
Kennedy smiled sickly to herself. She got the information she needed. ”Oh, Maddy.” Kennedy sighed. ”I’m so sorry you had to go through that. It must have been horrible.” Kennedy’s fingers brushed Madeline’s neck slightly, making her get goosebumps. She pulled the girl closed and whispered in her ear, ”Now that I’m here no one will ever hurt you again. I promise.” Her lips moved to Madeline’s neck. She kissed the girls neck lightly, letting her know she was safe in her hands.
Madeline nuzzled up a bit to Kennedy when she was pulled closely to her, and suppressed a shudder at Kennedy’s fingers. But it was the good shudder, the one that comes with small chills and smaller thrills. She smiled when she heard Kennedy’s promise and whispered a small, “Thank you.” Madeline closed her eyes when she felt Kennedy’s lips on her neck, and pulled her a bit closer, heavily enjoying the feel of the other girl, the smell, the sight, everything about her.
Kennedy started making small braids in Madeline’s hair. She stopped ever so often and undid them, making more in different places. ”Come on, love. I want to hear what happened. We’re friends, remember. You can trust me.” She said. Kennedy was incredibly proud of herself for being so charming. She wanted a friend just like her. - Minus the whole ‘being a crazy bitch’ part.
Madeline relaxed a bit when Kennedy started making the little braids in her hair. It was something that has always been so cathartic to her. “Um, when I was nine my parents split up. I lived with my grandparents, but then they died, so my parents got shared custody of me. My dad had me on weekends, and it was okay until one day he came in and. Um. He raped me, to put it bluntly.” She shuddered, momentarily reliving those terrible memories. “I told my mom, but she didn’t believe me. It went on for a while, until one time my mom caught him. She got him locked up and such, but I got depressed a little while afterwards, and was suicidal. My mom found all my razors and scars and sent me here.” She turned her head around to Kennedy, expecting the expression that she normally got when she told people that story. A mix of shock and fear.
As Madeline spoke, Kennedy stroked her hair. She ran her fingers through the girls red hair, smiling to herself softly. When she heard Madeline’s last comment, her grin widened. ”You’re just adorable.” She reached up and stroked the girl’s cheek lightly. ”So why’re you here, anyways?” She asked. She needed to get Madeline to tell her all her secrets. Once she did, she’d have something to threaten her with if she ever turned her back on her.
Madeline began speaking, but stuttered because of the immense distraction that Kennedy’s light touching caused. “I, um, I’m here for depression and self harm. I’ve been here since I was twelve, and I’m, er, um, seventeen now. Some stuff happened to me when I was younger that fucked me up, uh, pretty badly. But you don’t want to hear about that. It’s not exactly really very nice to hear.” Madeline silently cursed at herself for babbling like that, but just looked back up at Kennedy while waiting for her to respond. Damn, she thought, those are some pretty blue eyes.
Madeline blushed a little at Kennedy’s flattering greeting. She grinned at her, and replied with a simple, “Hello, blondie.” Madeline stepped hesitantly through the large door. She took a look around the room, and admired all the pretty, bright, vibrant colors. Madeline looked around, and thought that the room looked a bit older than hers, but she put that in the back of her mind. She noticed some of the magazine covers were obviously from many years ago, but she was more enamored with the gorgeous girl standing in front of her. She inhaled, and smelled a sweet perfume that just screamed “Kennedy.” She looked semi-expectantly at Kennedy, wondering what exactly to do next. “Soooo……” she started out saying, leaving Kennedy to fill in the blanks at the end of the sentence.
Kennedy closed the door behind her, throwing herself on her bed. She patted the seat next to her, signalling Madeline to sit down. ”How are you, babe?” She asked. Kennedy knew this was going to be fun. Madeline was so easy to reel in, she had tons of energy left in her system. The petite girl stared at Madeline for a few seconds before pulling her gaze away from her.
Madeline laughed a little at Kennedy’s enthusiastic way of sitting on her bed and sat down gently on the spot next to her. “Well, you know. How much good can you get out of being in an asylum. I don’t know how people spend years here without becoming even worse than when they started out. I know I’ve gotten worse since I was put here.” She turned her gaze back to Kennedy and decided to add something on. “At least I’ve gotten to spend it with some pretty amazing people,” she said with a shy smile on her face while looing up and down Kennedy’s small, slim frame.
Kennedy made sure her room looked absolutely perfect. She was surprised that she still even had one, considering there were so many new patients at west park. Her room was one of the oldest ones, so she guessed they didn’t want to put anyone in there for health reasons. - That and it was the only one that didn’t have bars over the window. Her room was cute and girly, full of gold, light purple and hot pink colours. Her walls were covered with magazine cut outs that she had collected since her first day at west park. Some of them were new, some of them were old. She sprayed her signature perfume, Chanel No. 9 around the room and on herself. She couldn’t wait to spend some time with Madeline. She knew she was going to be an easy catch. But there was something different about Madeline. Kennedy didn’t want to get her into trouble. - Not yet, at least. She wanted to enjoy having someone who adored her around. Hearing a knock at her door, she swiftly made her way towards the large wooden door and opened it. ”Hello, beautiful.” She sang. She held the door open for Madeline and waited for her to come in.
Madeline blushed a little at Kennedy’s flattering greeting. She grinned at her, and replied with a simple, “Hello, blondie.” Madeline stepped hesitantly through the large door. She took a look around the room, and admired all the pretty, bright, vibrant colors. Madeline looked around, and thought that the room looked a bit older than hers, but she put that in the back of her mind. She noticed some of the magazine covers were obviously from many years ago, but she was more enamored with the gorgeous girl standing in front of her. She inhaled, and smelled a sweet perfume that just screamed “Kennedy.” She looked semi-expectantly at Kennedy, wondering what exactly to do next. “Soooo……” she started out saying, leaving Kennedy to fill in the blanks at the end of the sentence.
OMG THE FACT YOU’RE USING NAOMI GIFS IS JUST MAKING ME SHIP MADELINE AND KENNEDY EVEN MORE I MEAN ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW
omg yes perf like gahhhhhhh
kaymadera replied to your post: ooc:
ugh but she’s trying not to like Kay cause last time she checked Kay was taken but I still love you k she’s just having nightmares and shit so she’s taking comfort in Kennedy because she kissed her first i’m sorry bb
oh trust me, if i wasn’t with dee, I’d be all over your ass. all. over. it.
but you are with dee, and that’s what turns her away because she just wants somebody to love her and not treat her like her body is ruined
