Post by marley on Aug 12, 2011 18:23:45 GMT -5
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MARLENE ? DANIELLE ? RAMSEY
We built this house with our hands
And our time, and our blood
We built this up in one day to fall down, and rust
You built this house with your hands,
And your time, and your blood
You built this up in one day, to fall down, and rust
EIGHTTEEN ? SENIOR ? EATING DISORDERS
CLEMENCE POESY
marlene had always been a happy girl. she'd never had any reason to upset, living in paris france all her life gave her a lot of things to be happy about. it was beautiful, the shopping, the people, everything about it. she was your epitome of a perfect french girl, and she took pride in that. she was beautiful, flawless, and truly happy with life. it wasn't until she turned sixteen that everything started to go wrong.
first, her parents got a divorce. her mother and father had just one day announced to her, at the dining room table that they would be separating. they'd both already started seeing other people, and it would be perfectly friendly--they'd still keep in touch, they wouldn't make her choose who to live with...like it was completely normal to be fine to realize your spouse had been cheating on you for so long. but then again, they'd both been doing it. apparently, marsha and varric (her very elegant, very young parents) had realized they were better off as friends (or fuck buddies, to say the least) and as much as they loved her, they couldn't go on pretending to be a married couple.
so that was that. her parents split, her father moved to london with his new flavor of the month, and her mother stayed in paris. naturally, marlene didn't want to leave paris, it was where her friends were, her boyfriend, her school! she knew the city and she loved it. besides, her parents had said she didn't have to choose right? it was only until after she chose to stay in paris with her mother that it became a problem. her father became very nasty to the both of them, he began to leave harsh messages by telephone, he wouldn't call marlene back, and when he did it was in a drunken stupor--yelling at her for leaving him just like her mother.
so, to please her father, marlene went to live with him. consequently losing all her friends, her boyfriend, and her mother in the process. it was only until after she moved to london that she realized what a horrible mistake it had been. her father and his new wife were mixed up in a lot of bad things, drugs being the least of their worries, and now marlene was in the middle of it in a run down, one bedroom apartment. she was still sixteen at the time, but her eating disorder was only just beginning.
there wasn't ever much food in the house, but when there was, her father and his wife were always trying to force her to eat it, complaining that she was far too thin, and they didn't want her to get taken from them. a drug-caused state of paranoia, marlene had always thought it was. but when she began to feel her ribs poking through her now, too large, once elegant french clothes--she felt a sense of pride. maybe if she did get thin enough, she'd have to get sent back to her mother, to her friends, and the city she knew and loved. but that wasn't the case. she didn't get sent back. in fact, by the time she was seventeen, she'd though her mother had forgotten about her completely. this however, was the farthest thing from the truth. marlene's mother had been trying to write and call, but varric had long since given her a fake number and address. it was only until marsha herself came to london and tracked them down that marlene was recognized as horribly unhealthy. but by then the damage was done. her father and his wife had long since taken to belittling her and making her do the chores and take care of them in a sense. it didn't help that marlene was always around bad, cruel men. and her father didn't even seem to care.
marlene had never been much of a purger, she would rather not eat at all then undulge and throw it up later. she thought anorexia was more elegant then bulimia anyway--but if you looked at her you wouldn't have thought that. her mother was shocked when he saw her, and half expected that her daughter had started doing drugs aas well. marsha took her from her father and moved her to the united states, with her new husband--an american man, very rich, and kind. a real father figure.
marlene got treatment and had begun to look healthy again. things were turning around, she was enjoying life in america--being the french transfer student and having an accent? it got her all the attention in the world! the spotlight combined with the thought to contact her father again was enough to drive her back into her eating disorder. she began starving herself willingly, but she was very, very good at hiding it this time. it was only until she was certain she was going to die that people started catching on. and that was that, no more outpatient therapy--it was time for marlene to be sent to a treatment center. she was going to have to seriously get better, or never see her family or friends again.
marlene hated being given ultimatums, it was her life, and she didn't very well think she had a problem. she still doesn't, and often gets in trouble for having angry outbursts and refusing to eat meals. she's been diagnosed with anorexia, ocd-like tendencies. and bipolar ii disorde (manic depressive). usually, when she has an episode it deals with her intense rage, she doesn't usually get upset or sad outwardly, she bottle it in until she explodes. she's always been secretive about how she felt, choosing instead to grin and bear it, over other alternatives.
therapy is hard for her, she doesn't like talking about herself too much, because she doesn't want to feel selfish or greedy. now that she's out of treatment, her parents though it would be best to relocate her with people who also stuggle, and thats how she found herself attending the school in south haven, maine.
AMANDA ? SEVENTEEN ? PM
"marlene laughed and shook her head, "who are we kidding? we both know corintha and the boy are the only adults in this house. and your mum, she doesn't like me much, have i told you? tried to have a conversation with her..." marley frowned at the memory. it had turned into a match of shouting until she'd used her wand to shoot a splotch of ink on the painting and pull over the curtain. ah, in laws. marley's favorite!
she groaned, "gosh, i know...but, since i wear the pants in this relationship, i dub you as the one to blame." she teased. it was a running joke between them. marlene liked to pretend she had established some order in their household, when really it was just as equal between them. she was proud of it, as much as they fooled around and acted so much like their youngerselves, marley and sirius were fantastic parents. and they'd made up for everything in the past by full on smothering their kids with love.
marley sighed, "i guess you're right...i just cant get over the hair. after all this time...you've managed to keep it so...voluminous." she finished, recalling a word she used in an owl letter. she was shocked she remembered it, marlene's memory was shit. but she tended to do that with sirius. she just remembered the little things. marley reached up and gently pulled her hand through it and then more jokingly, fluffed the bottom. "and i guess it helps that no other man does it for me like you do, love." it was true, all the men in the world couldn't make marlene as happy. the father of her children. and she was damn proud of him.
marlene laughed and looked at his bruises, "i do beat you, honey." she teased and pressed down on one of the more purple looking ones she could see on his hip, "does thaaat hurt?" she wondered mockingly. but of course, the kicking always meant she was still having nightmares. it helped though, when sirius was there, it helped more then he could ever know.
she giggled--yes, marlene mckinnon had resorted to giggling now when sirius did little things like that. pulling her back and not letting her move away, kissing her cheek or forehead, patting her ass as she walked by...merlin, he still gave her butterflies. "i guess i could stay a bit longer..." she smiled and kissed him back then, it was only fair to return the favor! she smirked as he moved their position to a slightly more familiar one, but at his question about the kids, she looked slightly indignant, "only the one sodding letter cory sent us last week. you'd think, 12 years in azkaban, hiding from voldemort...they'd do there best to stay in contact all the time." marlene hated to talk about their situation, but she forced herself to do it. it made them stronger, to be aware of it.
marley looped her arms around his neck and raised her eyebrows, "we eat on this table darling!" she teased.
that hadn't stopped them before.
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