So Admin is bored and keeps thinking of depressing/heart wrenching/ horrible things regarding her characters.... So why not type them out?
Trigger Warning: Do not read if sensitive to abuse, rape, abandonment, depression
I woke up with a start. I shot up, a shaking, panting, crying mess. My heart felt like it was going to rip out of my chest, it was beating so fast. I was quick to look over to where Gaius should be-- he wasn't there. I guess my tired and freaked out mind decided to forget that he was at a party as Francesco's house because I began freaking iut in more. Curling up in a tight ball, I tried to forget the night terror that I always remembered so vividly. I haven't had it in a while... In the dream I'm nine... I'm always in my neghbor's home that looked normal. I always looked filthy.... My neighbor would come in and yell. It's usually incoherent... He'd always hurt me in some way. Sometimes I'd run or scream. Other times I'd just take it and sob. Either way, the abuse would get worse in some way.... I'd rather not go into detail.... By the end of the dream, I'd be covered in bruses and such. I'd be nude as he'd have yanked off my tunic by that time. And then...then he'd.... I'd wake up freaking out. Sometimes I don't know where I am, or I'd fall off the bed and scramble away.... I'd just be afriad... Once I almost slapped Gaius... Having this dream was hell... I don't want it to happpen regularly like it used to.....
Guillaume
'All of my mistakes lead up to this one truth. I'm just a lie...'
I paused once I wrote that and just sighed. Setting the pencil down, I ran hand through my hair and just stared down at the journal in my lap. After a long paused, I just closed the book, tucked the pencil behind my ear and got up. I decided to go to the park that day. Not a lot of people were around as it looked as though a storm was brewing. I didn't care about that. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get struck my ligbtning. I shook that thought out of my head and just began to walk. Where? I wasn't quite sure. I could have gone home and spilled my guts. 'It wouldn't be a surprise, I don't think. My siblings know I'm living a lie-' I paused at that thought. They already know.... What's the use asking for a pitty party if they already know that all I am is a lie...? To get attention? I'd rather not. So... I didn't. I didn't end up going home either. I mean. I did eventually. Around twelve or one am I suppose? But before then, I just went somewhere. Somewhere where I could just foget my troubles...
Lori
You don't know horror until you find a newborn sobbing in an alley way in Atlanta. The dark, damp, and dirty alleyway in Atlanta. The trash ridden, homeless roaming, disgusting alleyway in Atlanta. I've never yanked off my jacket faster. I picked up the small wailing child that was only covered by a thin cloth and wrapped them in my jacket before practically sprinting home. I muttered many swears under my breath. This just added to my troubles. I had a kid missing and I ended up finding a random baby in an alleyway of all places. Could my luck get any worse? I braced myself for many questions and just entered my home, a whimpering child in my arms.
Machenzie
