I live a Lie (Open)

[KASSANDRA LILLITH COHEN]

Kassandra laughe darkly as she lit up a cigarette, some Asylum this was, or rather Correctional Institute. It was a joke to her, she wasn't here because she was dangerous but because she had killed someone, and she used drugs. To Kassandra that was no reason to be locked up in a hell hole. She used drugs and she had killed her own mother, she didn't really care what people thought about that but apparently it made her very dangerous. Made her more dangerous than most. She was one of the Level Three's, she got less because she had done more. She shrugged it off though, less must be more, she had lived with alot less than she had now and grandpa was nice enough to sneak her her cigarettes and some Heroin when he visited her every tuesday.

Stupid drug addicted old man, no wonder he only loved her now. He loved her because she was like him, because she used and had been locked up. Apparently now she was worth it in his eyes, the stupid old fool hadn't even shown up to Hannah's funneral and instead had been in some hotel with a whore shooting up like Kassie now wanted to be doing, but she was patient, she knew the hot spots where to trade off the drugs and where to get even better stuff for alot less. As one of the top druggies she always got what she wanted. She did the hard core drugs, yet she retained her beauty unlike most of the others, except for the scars and needle marks on her arms there was nothing wrong with her. She was a true beauty and most thought why in the hell would they put this beautiful angel in a Correctional Institute, and then she would scratch and claw out your eyes with a happy little smile for calling her an angel.

Kassie had never been the angel, that had always been Hannah's title, not hers. Kassie sighed to herself as her cold and emotionless eyes scanned over the people in the Garden, she hit her cigarette and then exhailed the smoke in a smooth cloud and then closed her eyes and tilted her head up toward the sun, she hated this place she truly did, and she definatly wanted out. But she wasn't aloud to leave, she had no where to go except back to more drugs and sex. She shuddered lightly at the thought of needing the drugs that way again, yet she was still that way, even if she wouldn't admit it, she was still the druggie and murderer she had been when she first got here over a month ago. Nothing had changed. She sure as hell hadn't changed.

[TSUMI WRATH HOLLINS]

Tsumi sighed and stretched, the bed creaking beneath him. His blue eyes looked around the room, taking in everything. He hated it. Even though, admittedly, it was better than what some got, it still sucked. Being here sucked. Holly and Jay had decided that this was the best for him. He was a Satanist, with serious mental issues, as well as a few drug problems, add to that a dangerous habit of slitting his own skin. He was a Level Two, considering his only real problems were violence and self-harm. But it was shit. He didn't get to see his friends - not that he had any. He didn't get to see his family - not that he really cared. And he didn't get to see his dog - something that troubled him more than anything.

Grumbling, Tsumi got out of the bed and banged on the bars. A gaurd came to let him out. It was one of the more lenient ones, one of the ones who didn't care where you went, as long as you kept out of trouble. Tsumi explained that he wanted to go to the garden, and the gaurd let him out. Making his way to the garden, Tsumi's thoughts traveled to Sheena, the large, over-protective dog. She was probably getting fat and lazy, since it was unlikely Holly or Jay were going to bother walking her. Which, of course, sucked. She'd probably die while Tsumi rotted in this jail-like institute. He paused in the garden, hearing someone laugh. Curious, the boy followed the sudden laughter, seeing a girl smoking a cigarette. Tsumi suddenly found himself craving one himself, though he didn't want to bother her.

She seemed like the kind of person who would claw out his eyes for looking at her. Even though he didn't really care. He knew he could handle himself, even against one of those psychotic Level Three freaks. Tsumi liked the pain anyway. He continued watched the dark-haired girl for a moment, gaining to courage to actually talk to her. Chewing on his pierced lip, he walked closer to her. "Sorry to ask this of you, but, er, do you have an extra one?" He asked her, nodding his head at the cigarette in her head.