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 Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 5:16 pm
Will I Ever Understand....   Why I Awoke.... In A Room Full Of Blood?
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 8:34 pm
★ xxxxxMercurial Essence xxxxxxxxxx•Uh, hi there. My name is ❝ Mercurial Essence ❞ xxxxxxxxxx•If you want to, you can call me ❝ Mercury, Merc ❞ xxxxxxxxxx•I'm a good ❝ eighteen ❞ years old xxxxxxxxxx•Just in case it wasn't obvious enough, I'm a ❝ girl ❞ ════════════════════════════════════ xxx• • •Obviously I wasn't brought up like most children. I vaguely remember waking up when I was about nine or ten... I was in an all white room, and there was what appeared to be blood, running down the walls. It is, and always will be, one of the most terrifying memories I've ever had. They have since told me, that's the night I lost my family. Mother, Father, Sister and our pets, all across the walls. And one bright eyed child sitting in the middle of all that carnage, tears streaming down her face, and her mothers body at her knees, her hand in my much smaller one. I don't remember it, its just what they told me happened. There was no chance of ever catching the murderer that stole my family from me at such a tender age. He left no clues, no evidence, not a single shred. And even more confusing for the police force at the time, was why he left me alive. I've never been bothered by anyone, so it's not like he was going to come back for me for some strange reason.
I got thrown into a mental institution not long after that. Apparently, a child is supposed to be bubbly and happy. I couldn't bring myself to such things though. I put all my attention into my violin, and dancing, ignoring the world as it kept on spinning around me. Spending hours, or even days, watching ballet films, and teaching myself the art. I never asked for help, or classes, none of it. I wanted nothing more, than to be left alone. And they just couldn't understand that.
So, after a few years in the institution, they realized, that no matter how medicated they kept me, I wasn't going to change. I remained emotionless, all my focus on the few things I had chosen as my own. They couldn't get me to interact with anyone else unless they ordered me to. That was another point of contention, without fail, if they gave me a direct order, I would do it.
For awhile, I was in solitary, one of those padded white rooms you see on tv.... Straight jacket and all... A girl had told me to kill myself, and so I tried... I can't control it, even when it hurts, I'll still follow through. But one of the orderlies saw me, and stopped me before I could follow through completely.
Therein, solitary, they were convinced I was suicidal... That's never been my bit though, no point in killing yourself, when there's so much to learn...
When I got released, I was about fifteen, and I got caught up in some really bad things... I ended up being caught and made to be a slave, due to my talent with the violin, and my ability to dance formal ballet.... But people soon realized, that I was honestly more trouble than I was worth, and they would get rid of me as quickly as they got me... I don't know what I do...
After a few years of being bounced around from home to home, the invitation to Trinity Castle arrived upon my doorstep, and I found my newest master packing my things in a rush to rid himself of me. I don't know what I do... They just never want to keep me.... it's as though I'm broken.... Damaged goods....• • • xxx• • •Nobody has really bothered to tell me what I'm like... or what they think of me. Although the standard seems to be that I'm bat-s**t crazy... Something about childhood trauma creates a place inside that you would rather not see, from the inside or outside... For the most part, i'm just myself. I'm not much of a talker, and even when I am, I don't speak very loudly, so you must actually listen to hear me... I'm considered a damaged submissive. I can't control myself when it comes to following a direct order, even if it will cause me physical harm...• • • ════════════════════════════════════ xxxxxxxxxx•Likes
✔ The Cold
✔ Reading
✔ Playing Violin
✔ Being Outside
✔ Love
✔ Dancing
✔ Ice
xxxxxxxxxx•Dislikes
✘ Warmth
✘ Being Stuck Indoors
✘ Travelling
✘ Not Understanding Something
✘ Being Watched
✘ Being Restrained
★ The person controlling me is ❝ nobody, and nobody ever will... ❞★
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 8:57 pm
  Ϻεʀϲʋʀɪɑʟ "Ϻεʀϲʋʀӌ" ЄʂʂεɴϲεNever Give Me Up..... ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Can you love something broken?┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ <3333333333333 Words n Stuffssssss >.>
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Something Used?┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Or Will I Be The Death Of You?┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛  
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 9:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 7:51 pm
Ϻεʀϲʋʀɪɑʟ 〝Ϻεʀϲʋʀӌ〞 ЄʂʂεɴϲεNever Give Me Up.....┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Can you love something broken?┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Mercury had finally found her rooms, and now, stood in the middle, tears in her eyes as she stretched. It had been far too long since she'd been allowed to dance.... But here, in her room, in this strange place, was a petite dancefloor, in her own bedroom.... It's hardwood floors gleaming, and the wall done in gold edged mirrors so she could practice in private, and still see herself. She shook her head, dashing away her tears as she took a deep breath and went to pointe on one shoe, pirouetting slowly and then relaxing back down to a comfortable position as she shook her head again. She was being ridiculous, it wasn't THAT important to her.... Ah hell, who was she trying to fool, herself? She flicked on the radio and pulled off the last of her travelling clothes, leaving her in just leggings and a sports bra and pulled her hair up off her neck, not caring if the bun was perfect or not as she began to dance, eyes closed, shut down to the world and lost in the music and the movement.
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Something Used?┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Or Will I Be The Death Of You?┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛
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