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 Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 6:45 pm
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 6:11 pm
 My Mother Used To Love The Name: Hanna Bethony CarsonFate Wasn't Kind: They've always known I wasn't one of the normal children. I was born a silent child. eyes open, scanning the room in what seemed like pure fear. From then on, it only got worse. Even as an infant, I never slept. I never cried Not if I was hungry, or thirsty, or extremely tired. I was different. Now don't get me wrong. I certainly wasn't a mute. Every now and again you could hear me screaming.,. Screams of agony, of terror, of defeat. It wasn't the cry of a baby who simply wanted to be hold, there was something more. I always seemed distracted,as if entranced by something that was never there. Despite my parent's hopes, as I aged, things just kept getting weirder.
Growing up, I spent most of my time in my room. Talking to invisible people my parent's assumed to be 'imaginary friends' However, they soon realized they couldn't shrug off my behavior as normal. I started complaining of nightmares, I would get mysterious bruises and scratches and the night. My scrams of terror never exactly went away. They assumed i was hurting myself, and so, I was sent to a shrink. Apparently, I wasn't crazy. They couldn't diagnose me with anything in the book. Not even schizophrenia. When It came to mental illness, I was Scott free.
Everything seemed to turn out okay when i hit puberty. I seemed to snap out of whatever trauma I had been facing my entire life. My parent's were quite relived. Though, in reality i was just hiding my pain. I wanted so badly to be normal, to belong.. It wasn't until my sixteenth birthday, when I was found screaming in a bathroom with blood all over the walls..that I was sent to the Asylum. The words written in blood will never leave my mind. 'They will Die' No one but me knew what had happened behind the door, but the blood was never matched to any person..
Soon after I was sent away, my parents were found dead..having slit their own wrists in a double suicide.I'm is the only one that knows the truth beyond their deaths..and nearly everyone's at that..I'm Not Insane: I can see the dead. Mostly in my dreams, but sometimes they manifest before my eyes and ask me for things, demand things from of me. No one else can see them, so everyone thinks I am insane.You Could Say that: I'm pretty reserved. I tend to keep to herself, and I'm actually pretty timid. You most likely wont see me speaking, unless it is with a person whom you cannot see. It's not that I dislike people, its just that I don't like being thought of as insane. I don't trust them. And therefor, I keep to myself.I promise you I'm a pretty playful, sweet girl once you get to know me. I've just been dealt a bad card, and i can't pretend to be normal anymore.
Given my sleep deprivation, I can get a bit moody now and then, but since no one really takes the time to notice..its not really an issueThe voices Tell Me What To Do: Wendi DarlingTell Me I'm Pretty: LookThisWay
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 8:51 pm
 My Mother Used To Love The Name: Giselle Jaquelynn Davis-Lee
Fate Wasn't Kind: The first out of four children, JD was spoiled by her parents, who automatically knew their daughter was special. Her intelligence and love for learning marveled her parents. At the age of four, a set of twins, Kelsey and Jayden, was born, making JD’s life. She loved the little girls to pieces, especially Jayden, who shared most of her interests. Loved. When JD was six, Jayden two, the little girl was ran over by a car when she ran out into the street to grab her soccer ball. This killed her soul, however, her little brother, Calder, was born a year after that. Two years later, another set of twins – Izobel and Isle – were born as well. If you don’t remember, there were only four children in the Louis family, and you have just seen four. Meaning that one of them was sucked abruptly out of JD’s life. Once again, it was the one she felt close to. Izobel.
Izobel was like Jayden all over again, and she simply adored the girl. Izobel was always a sickly child, but it wasn’t an illness that brought her to her death. It was a fight. See, Izobel didn’t have JD’s love for fights – she was more of a peacemaker. At only 3, she would almost always stop their squabbles. However, when Izobel tried to stop Kelsey from pushing JD off of the roof (they got up there from the attic), Izobel slipped and was speared by the fence post, killing her almost instantly. The incident, which happened barely two years ago, scarred her for life.
A Year later, JD was out in the yard, playing with Kelsey, the young girl had tripped, falling from the porch. JD had been there in a flash, not wanting to lose her little sister. She had pressed her hand to the girl's knee, and what seemed to be a miracle, the large gash healed. THe two swore eachother to secrecy. But what happend after she started to use her powers a lot, she became weak at times. She had broken a total of seven bones from a single fall off of a tree. She didn't know why she couldn't have strong bones anymore, so she hasnt used them since.
She finally told her parents when she thought they would believe her. She was wrong. They never trusted her again, and started to treat her like a mutant. They finally sent her away, and she hasn't seen them for over six years.
I'm Not Insane:] Able To Heal Myself as Well as Others, to an extent
You Could Say that: I dont know how I can explain myself. One minute I could have this fiery and exuberant passion, and then the next I could appear to have this meek timid demeanor. One thing is for certain, even by looking at me it is easy to see that it takes a great deal to fully earnmy trust, if any at all. I am very leery of others, taking in great caution. For the few who are allowed to really know me, they find that my outward appearance, just as many others amongst people, is but a mere rouge to the world. If you see me around her closest friends...and family, not really, though, the other half of me comes out. Around them I am a warm caring person, worried about their safety and well being. With all the hardships that I has faced, I have luckily managed to escape the cruel grasp of depression for the most part. True, there are times when it all tends to take its toll on me, but that is to be expected in just about anyone at one point in life or another. I am quite naive. In some cases that is very true, while in others that would be a great misfortune to potential others who underestimate me. I am no fool nor am I a genius. However her knowledge of certain aspects of things is useful, and yet also dangerous, though it can not be helped. I have an acidic like tongue, of which is a handy tool in provoking others if the time calls for it. Do not undermine me, the act may be greatly regrettable in the after effects. When need be I can be one of the most stubborn of people you are likely to meet. Sometimes that is a good quality...and others horrendous given the time and situation. Amongst my ostensible, cold behavior to the outward world at random, don't let it fool you. I am not a blatant person. I requires others to really search hard for the secrets I harbor in many aspects then imagined
The voices Tell Me What To Do: M A G I C - technique
Tell Me I'm Pretty:n/a
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