main information wrote:ᴬᴳᴱ✈"I was born on June the
seventeenth of the year nineteen ninety five. So that
makes me sixteen years of age, which is still rather
young.''
ᴺᴬᴹᴱ ✈ " Well my name is quite simple to say. Abigail Rose Watson.
You could probably tell by my last name that I am British
Well to start my first name comes from my grandmother
on my mums side of the family. Even in her old age she had
a light blonde colored hair. It was short where mine goes
down just past my shoulder blades which are very
easy to spot because i'm a rather petite girl. It is naturally
wavy, I wouldn't say I have curls.My middle name is Rose,
the grandmother on my fathers side, that was her name.
My mum didn't like it at first, but then it grew on her.
Granny Rose was about my height,5''9, when she was young,
and had the same dark brown eyes with streaks of black
in them. My last name comes from mum, Scarlet Marie
Watson. Most people just call me Abi , which is fine
ᴳᴱᴺᴰᴱᴿ ✈"It's also quiet obvious I'm a female, everyone
knows this by when they look at you. There are hints
you know."
Hᴵˁᵀᴼᴿʸ ✈ " Anyway, about my past life first. Alright here goes nothing.
My life, it was all going good. Until that one fateful night.
That horrible night, it took the life of my mother and my
younger sister. I was seven years old, and my parents had
sent me to bed early. Because they were fighting, and my
mums didn't want me to have to put up with it. But I didn't
actually go to bed, I sat by the other doorway to the living
room. And I listened to their conversation. It ended with
my dad screaming, and he stormed out of the house.
And my mum, she fell to her knees crying. And I crawled
into the room, and hugged her. She looked at me as tears
stained her cheeks. She picked me up, carrying me to my
room. And she laid me in the bed, and laid down next to me.
I curled up in her arms, as she cried. After a while her sobs,
turned into her soft voice singing me to sleep. I fell asleep
no problems. And I woke up in the middle of the night to
hear my mothers screams, I crawled out of bed, and walked
down stairs. I hid not wanting to be spotted as I watched them.
Those horrible, men. Murder my mother, there was two of them.
But one was doing the dirty, he looked a lot like my father. But
I couldn't tell. After they left I crawled over to my mom,
sobbing and screaming her name. She hushed me and said,
it's alright baby girl. Don't worry about mommy, I love you.
I love you soo much, take care of yourself and your sister.
Don't let no harm come to either of you. She said then she
kissed my cheek, and she stopped breathing. My mother
died in my arms. And I knew what I had to do, I ran
upstairs to get my sister, and I heard her cry's coming from
her room. I walked over, and opened the slightly ajar door.
And what I seen, was the worst thing you could ever imagine.
The guy who murdered my mother, bashing my sisters head in.
I ran out the front door, and to my neighbors. I knocked on the
door, rapidly, and until they opened it. They looked down at me,
and asked me whats wrong leading me into the house. I explained
to her, while her husband called the police and the ambulance.
It didn't matter though because my sister and mom were dead
already by the time they arrived. They questioned me and for
me being seven I was calm. I answered their questions truthfully.
And since my father was the only family I had left, I was forced to
live with him. He got remarried, not even a year after. I didn't like
the woman he married she was so cruel to me. But her son, who was
five years older than me, was kind and protective of me. One night
he stayed at a friends house, and my stepmom was at the bar probably
getting drunk. My father abused me all threw the night until my stepmom
came home, and they got into a fight. Then it was her turn to hurt me,
she always beat me. Because she blamed every mistake, and everything
she did on me. By this time I was thirteen, and my brother was eighteen
and moving out. And he took me with him, cause he didn't like to see me
hurt. But I always had to stay home, because he couldn't afford to send me
to school. And when he left for college I was left on the streets, because he
lost the house. And the people wouldn't let me stay with him there. Eventually
I started working, and I turned sixteen. The day before my sweet sixteen
though, my brother was on his way down to surprise me. When he got
into a car accident. He was badly injured and ended up dying, a week later.
He left me everything he had. Money, car, most of the main things I need
to survive. I started to pick up dance, thats where the extra money came from.
That's my past, it's in the past. And that's we're it's gonna stay."
ᴾᴱᴿˁᴼᴺᴬᴸᴵᵀʸ ✈
I'm not really much of a nice person so don't cross me. Normally, if you don't
mess with me, I won't put a snake in your bed. I'm extremely brash and I
don't think things through very often either, especially when I speak. I'll
say whatever is on my mind and if it makes someone cry, too bad because
it was probably the truth. I don't do a lot of lying unless I seriously have
to so if I say something to you, I'm probably being totally honest. My temper
could use some work considering the fact that it doesn't take much to set
me off. The last thing you want to do is make me mad because nine times
out of ten, I'll throw the first punch. If that doesn't do it, I like to get my
revenge in other ways. On occasion you may see some of my old self come
out. I can be sweet and shy when I need to be but any other time, I'm the
person you might wanna avoid especially if I'm depressed because at that
point, I'll lash out at anyone. "
ᴰᴱˁᶜᴿᴵᴾᵀᴵᴼᴺ ✈ " My hair goes down to below my rib cage, so its
actually quiet long. It's bleach blonde with a few streaks of black
here and there. My hair is quiet thick and my hairline is on the
side of my head. My eyes are dark brown like chocolate, and
there streaked with black, which I think is rather interesting.
I have very profound cheek bones, and am rather skinny. Some
of my bones are visible, but i'm boney and tiny because i'm a
dancer. I have a big white smile any tiny feet, yes I said
tiny feet.I have long legs and am actually very muscular. I'm
5''9 at about 117 lbs. I have tattos on her wrists to hide the marks
of cutting. I Like how i'm tall and skinny with long blonde hair
and brown eyes.
ˁᴱˣᵁᴬᴸ ᴼᴿᴵᴱᴺᵀᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ ✈ " Straight as a board."
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