Post by Darcy on Mar 7, 2011 19:02:16 GMT -5
step away from the window and go back to sleep- Pet-Perfect Circle
(A note this rp takes place when Sev was 10, meaning characters are 5 and 1/2 years younger than they are now)
Seven had always been small, she looked younger then she was and it always gave her hell. And there she sat under the tree. Seven had only been at this damn place for a week, and she was sick of it again. Seven missed the city. She had lived in the city practically her whole life. She was lonely here too. Not that she wasn’t in the city. Four months ago the girl had lost her oldest brother. And even though it had been months, she could still feel the blood that had once covered her skin. Everyday in the shower she would scrub and scrub and scrub until her skin was red and raw, but she could still feel it. There hadn’t been one day, or night that she hadn’t wound up screaming and sitting in tears. They were all gone, and there was no one left. Her ten year old mind set let her believe it too. Seven however had never been able to be a ten year old. Only for the first days she was here.
She grew up alone, her parents didn’t seem to care enough to bother or put food on the table for them. And there for she never had trust. She worked for EVERYTHING she had, and no body ever gave her a free ride. Other kids got off scotch free, but not Seven. Once mistake, and she receive a brutal beating. And now she was alone, something she thought she wanted.
The first three days had been wonderful. She could have more food here than any other time in her life. She took advantage of it, gluttonously stuffing herself. Seven who had never had a lot of food , had been sicker then she had ever been. She again became wary, untrusting.
And now she was lethargic again, only wanting to be left alone and too herself. And Seven thought, she thought that she couldn’t feel any more, and so she started, biting her hands, and arms. Seven wouldn’t realize that this small act would later turn to her cutting, an eventual her own suicide.
(A note this rp takes place when Sev was 10, meaning characters are 5 and 1/2 years younger than they are now)
Seven had always been small, she looked younger then she was and it always gave her hell. And there she sat under the tree. Seven had only been at this damn place for a week, and she was sick of it again. Seven missed the city. She had lived in the city practically her whole life. She was lonely here too. Not that she wasn’t in the city. Four months ago the girl had lost her oldest brother. And even though it had been months, she could still feel the blood that had once covered her skin. Everyday in the shower she would scrub and scrub and scrub until her skin was red and raw, but she could still feel it. There hadn’t been one day, or night that she hadn’t wound up screaming and sitting in tears. They were all gone, and there was no one left. Her ten year old mind set let her believe it too. Seven however had never been able to be a ten year old. Only for the first days she was here.
She grew up alone, her parents didn’t seem to care enough to bother or put food on the table for them. And there for she never had trust. She worked for EVERYTHING she had, and no body ever gave her a free ride. Other kids got off scotch free, but not Seven. Once mistake, and she receive a brutal beating. And now she was alone, something she thought she wanted.
The first three days had been wonderful. She could have more food here than any other time in her life. She took advantage of it, gluttonously stuffing herself. Seven who had never had a lot of food , had been sicker then she had ever been. She again became wary, untrusting.
And now she was lethargic again, only wanting to be left alone and too herself. And Seven thought, she thought that she couldn’t feel any more, and so she started, biting her hands, and arms. Seven wouldn’t realize that this small act would later turn to her cutting, an eventual her own suicide.