Hey! This Chapter AKA POV will be wrote by Embuscus the other POV will be wrote by the other author. Also, this does has pretty graphic things *Wink Wink* -Or at least my part- and if you get offended easily please do not read!!!
Pandora's POV~
Hi, uhm... I'm Pandora, Pandora Glazer. I'm seventeen and I just graduated I'm turning eighteen soon. I have bright red hair, and almost crystal blue eyes. I'm quiet pale-ish considering I live in Miami, Florida. You could say I'm quiet, rebellious, but you won't find your self saying "She's a saint!" that's for sure.
My mother died when I was only five, and I was raised by my father. My father... Isn't the best... He would abuse me and not help me with my school. I'd be lucky if he would feed me.
On that note yeah, I'm skinny. I've done some... Pretty bad things in my life, drugs, stealing, bullying, drinking, got into fights, sex, I even killed someone once. I have no brothers or sisters, at least that I know of, but I have friends who are like family to me, Trisha, Trisha White, she's my best friend. You'd be surprised I'm friends with her, she's a clean girl. Always getting straight 'A's, she's a perfect soul. Goes to church every time she can, she wouldn't hurt a fly.
She tried to talk me into this "Christianity" crap, I was actually clean for a year, I thought he was real. But then my best friend got cancer, she told me,
"Don't be mad at God for this, it's just my time to leave."
But she died, right there. In my arms at the hospital. I never believed in God after that, matter of fact I completely rejected him. I wanted no part of him.
You might think my music style "screams", you know, screamo or hard rock, but actually I hate that kind of music. I'm more of an indie person, you know; Jack Johnson, Train, Jason Mraz, All-American Rejects, 3 Doors Down, Christina Perri, well, you get the idea.
I'm not poor, I'm not rich, middle class I guess you would say; But I have some pricey things, like an iPhone 5, thanks to my thief life. Before my mother died, me and her were very close and she said something would warn me about the number eighteen. Maybe she meant my age? I dunno.
Might as well go back to the present since I'm done explaining to you my life so far. Right now, I'm drawing in my room, anything that pops into my mind. Oh, also, I play guitar and piano, and draw obviously. I sing, but not in front of people. I had "Bubbly by Colbie Caillat" on and I found my self drawing my dream guy again, He had curly brown hair (But some-what straight), hazel eyes, a big bottom lip, a cute button nose, he was taller than me, muscular, he didn't have facial hair but every-now-and-then he would have some stubbles, a beautiful smirk, and a cute Adam's apple. I shrugged and put a straw in his mouth and made him in a suit. There is not a man who can look this good, can there be?
I'm actually shocked my self, that I liked someone like this. Normally I go after guys who have the emo hair style and dress in black or you know, the "emo" style. This is so, different, so ... Normal? I'm not even sure. But something makes me attracted to him. I've drawn him more than once, I've drawn him as the devil, an angel, as a "cat", as a cartoon, with a guitar, with a piano, I've even zombie-a-fied him. He's not easy to draw but I would spend HOURS making him perfect. I even thought of giving him a name but then I thought that would be weird. For some reason every time I would be asked out by a guy, I would reject them because I was waiting for "the man on the paper". Weird, I know. But that's just me. And now you know, I'm Pandora Glazer. Nice to meet you.
