Post by Layla G. Harlow on Oct 16, 2015 19:47:47 GMT
Layla Grace
FACE CLAIM: Phoebe Tonkin
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AGE: Twenty
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
GROUP: The Axios
POSITION: BartenderWE ALL HAVE A STORY...
what's yours?Mommy and Daddy are fighting. Mommy drinks yucky smelling water. Daddy reeks of overly strong flowers. Fake-smelling flowers. Perfume, but not Mommy's. They're yelling at each other, swearing and slurring their words. They call each other names, say things they don't mean. Mommy doesn't hate you Daddy, she's just sad because of Ms. Mona who comes to the house while Mommy is at work and makes the beds messy. Mommy doesn't like remaking the beds. Don't worry Mommy, Daddy thinks your beautiful. He only looks at Ms. Mona because she reminds him of you before us.I'm hiding in our tiny bedroom with Cora curled up in my arms crying. I don't cry though. I've become so used to the fighting. They fight every night over the same things. Mommy starts crying and screaming about how it was his fault her body was ruined. It was his fault she had three kids. If he didn't want her to look like this, he should have cut it off, but I don't know what she's talking about. Why wouldn't her and Daddy want to have us? Don't they love us?Luc is sitting on the floor by our bed, his eyes are staring straight ahead as he twirls one of the steak knives from the kitchen around and around in his hands. My stomach twists with it. My heartbeat quickens and a cold sweat breaks out on my forehead. I realize that Cora is no longer in my arms and Lucian is standing in front of me with a cruel smile playing at his lips. I try to scream, but nothing comes out as the knife slices across my throat and blood spills out."Dear sister, you can't run. You belong with me. You're my toy, to do with as I please. And I will find you. I'll hunt you across the ends of this God forsaken world, and you will follow under my rules."He leans in close and whispers, "I will always find you."My eyes open in a dark room, the frigid air coming through the window makes me aware of the sheen of sweat that covers every inch of my skin. Cora is sleeping soundly on the other side. Barely stirring, a book on the table beside her propped open to the page she must have fell asleep at. She looks like me, dark hair spilling across her shoulders and down her back. Thick eyelashes covering her closed eyes. Beneath her lids are chocolate brown irises with hazel specks, our mother's eyes. And she carries the same olive skin tone that all three of them had. She's younger though. And unlike me, she looks peaceful in a world that is the opposite. Filled with infection, the Rot, and terrible, sick people.Like Lucian. Our brother. Our monster.Slowly I close my eyes in hopes of remaining asleep for just a little longer without anymore nightmares. But I know, just like every year since I was fifteen, I will not be falling back to sleep. His cold eyes are there when I close my own and I'm haunted by nightmares of my own family. You'd think in this life, there would be worse things to dream about.BEHIND THE MASK...
who are you really?
SAMPLE: *points to Olliekinz and Lucian*
USERNAME: Trix
AGE GROUP: Twenty
EXPERIENCE: Too long
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? I will always find you O.O
