Post by evemissorelli on Sept 22, 2011 20:46:34 GMT -5
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E V E ● ASH ● M I S S O R E L L I
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FOURTEEN ● FRESHMAN ● EATING DISORDERS [Level 1]
SAR BENETT
Imagination is something everyone needs.... Especially for little girls. They rely on imagination to get through most days, the time they spend outdoors, pretending to be magical creatures that doesn't exist could quite possibly be more time then they spend inside the house, doing things with their parents... but isn't that something special about little girls? They always seem to have a magical and creative air around them, drawing everyone to them, making everyone feel inclined to call them adorable, and tiny, and so cute they could be eaten alive in an act of cannabalism. Maybe that's why so many men in their mid 50's to late 70's like to rape little girls. They find it cute, and adorable. So cute they could just eat them up...
Now, there's something delicate about girls. They seem to need protecting, even when they don't. They seem to have a knack for making guys drool, even if it's on accident. Women make up a huge percent of the population, and it seems that if you catch one, it can just float away so easily again, like a peice of dust. Eve's father definitely thought so, and that's why he ended up chaining her mother to the wall in their basement. He didn't want to lose her, he thought he loved her. Now Eve thinks there's a thin line between love and insanity. She doesn't really know what's wrong with her, she just knows she did something to end up in this nut-hole... and she also knows that she has a reason to avoid the male gender for life. Maybe that's why she's so destroyed inside, because she avoids the male gender...or maybe there's a deeper reason hidden inside her soul.
"Get up you ruddy little brat!" That was her wake up call most mornings from her pig of a father. With a lot of beer gut, and a little bit of feelings, he was the "perfect" candidate for a father figure. His unshaven face came in close to hers and the breath of an alchoholic poured into her nose; burning her senses. She sat up, straight into her fathers lips. When he felt the kiss, apparently he enjoyed it, so he went in for more.... that was Eve's first experience with rape. Scared and opressing feelings of burning hatred; She had no clue what she was going to do. Running was the only explanation for what she could do, hiding was the only result that came from running. So, after packing a small backpack full of clothes and canned goods, she awaited nightfall. At the deeming darkness of night, she crept out her window, and ran down the dew covered sidewalk, attempting to get as far as she possibly could from her father as possible. But, because she was so young, she didn't get very far. Maybe two blocks down, she freaked, and ended up calling the one person she had tried running away from...her father.
Luckily, she got out of it after the fifth or sixth time. Her older brother, Micah, walked in on their father and called the cops immediately, saving Eve from years of torment and recovery. Through those experiences, many problems emerged, such as anorexia, self confidence issues, and the likes. Nothing Micah could do or say could save her, even though she was still young - barely eleven. She watched him work his nineteen year old ass off to protect her and save her and care for her, but she was a blank slate. No emotion passed through her. She had no reason to feel anymore. She didn't feel any love, even though that's all her brother did to her, was love her. She was a broken peice of glass, see-through and sharp. Suicide was constantly on her mind. Saving herself from the drama of life, her sanity balancing on the edge of hope and despair. She had no way out, and yet...
School was torment. Rumors flashed through the school about how she had been raped by her father, and her uncle. Every time she heard the rumor, it changed a little bit. One word first, then a few, then an entire sentence, finally, the entire truth was twisted into something competely make-believe, fake, something that no one really truly understood anymore. She felt like a peice of floor-tile. Something anyone could step on. The hatred she felt towards the world grew as she got older, no one truly understood anymore. She was a wallflower after a few months; or, more of a loner. She couldn't truly be a wallflower because everyone knew her name, everyone knew who she was and what had happened to year, first a few weeks, then months, then years back. She had no options left. Then her brother suggested Hawthorne. He said that it was a school for people like her, people with...problems. She agreed happily. Sometimes it was better to agree than be sent there against your will, it made things ten times easier, and it made life much simpler in the long run.
So now, at age fourteen, she steps into Hawthorne's front office, nervous to begin school here, excited to change herself for the better, and worried that she will get raped again. With no friends to rely on, and no one to truly turn to, she feels alone. There's always an explanation, and there's going to be someone who can help her break this fear that settled deep inside her bones. Someone...special, someone...determined. Because you'd need to be determined to break her fears. Eve's a lost teenager, who feels like she's got no one; Although, that is like a normal teenager. But through all of her fears, and troubles, is there truly someone who can save her - ultimately - from herself? As problomatic as she seems to be, she is still a human being. Someone with feelings, and emotions. Whatever those emotions be, she needs support to save her from anything that deems her a target. Including herself. Because, as we all know, teenagers tend to attack themselves more than other people do, something practiced (unintentionally) for centuries. All in the life of a freshman, eh? Welcome to Eve's Eden.
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