Just like any gloomy day, it's as gloomy as ever. If there was an update to gloomy that I knew about, that would be my day. Have you ever just wanted to kill your mind, but like without killing yourself?.....yeah me too. I guess the world is gloomier that way.
By the way... I'm part psychotic part crazy so let's not get wrapped up in my sarcasm...k....cool.
Okay so lets get to the point now shall we...
So my friends call me Tiny-Vee, but my real name is Genevieve Angelina Storm. I'm the first and only born of Melanie and Richard Storm. My parents were the average always carefree couple, that is until they had me. Their world became a train ride to Nowhere at the corner of Doctor Surgery Avenue. I was about 5 years old at the time when my parents figured out my imagination was too hyped for a normal child. I guess I'm not as average as I let on (evil smile). You see I can be whoever I want to be and act however I want to, and not get judged for it. My mother died when I turned 7,leaving my father to raise me. My situation got worse since then. Which includes the voices. With my condition things are normal during the day, but there's a twist when the sun blows out...
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"Lollipop, lollipop oh lolly lollipop....", that's me, sitting in the waiting room for some dumb doctors appointment. I told my parents I felt fine after the season finale of Riverdale, when I had one of my episodes. They insisted I see the doctor, so here I am in the doctors surgery, enjoying a good blackcurrant flavoured pop-pop, Yummm.
"Miss Vee?! The doctor is ready for you.", says the lady in a grey pencil skirt way too short for those chopsticks, and a cream coloured ruffled low-cut blouse. Really really low-cut. "Good Morning to you Miss Storm, how are you feeling today? Not gloomy I hope." "Oh no,no, not today. Today I am just partly. You know like the weather, when the sun can't decide if it should shine or not. Well that's me, I can't decide whether I should scream, cry, laugh. I'm all out of salt so I can't cry. My throat's dry so screaming is no option. So here I am, cheerful as ever. Oh, and let's not forget, I GOT A FREE POP-POP!!!"
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The ride home from the doctor was a drag, I hate it when the radio is turned off, it gives them a chance to invade my mind. And by 'them' I mean the voices. I guess it's okay to be different, because so am I. I decided to reach out and put on the stereo since I didn't want to end up back at that surgery ever again. Just when I thought it was a good idea, they were playing 'Sweet But Psycho', what an insult!! I sulked for a second, then sang along like the psycho I am because that's what I do. "Oh she's sweet but a psycho, a little bit psycho, at night she's screamin-", I got cut off from my fun when we pulled up in front of our two story mansion and dad killed the engine. "How fun the silence is.", I mumble as I climb out of the mini-van.
I drag my feet as I walk up the driveway to the front door. I climb the stairs to the never ending hallway to my room, then, just before I reach my bedroom, the doorway seems to narrow and the hallway becomes longer. Everything starts to spin and black spots appear in my vision. The next thing I know I'm becoming best friends with the carpet and I give in to the swirling darkness.
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RandomMaybe it's fun being weird, like a tree perhaps. What? Haha. Oh well. ••••••••••♥♥♥•••••••••• Follow the life of the not so normal Genevieve Storm and her weird split personalities. She isn't quite as different from you and me, although sh...
