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[kitanafrost]

Annie felt him rocking, this was hard for her. But then she thought.... it must be harder for him. What was he thinking about? She wanted him to be okay.... but sometimes you just can't be. She started singing instead of humming.
I Love you now,
I will love you always
But you’ve forgotten how to know me
And in here it gets so lonely
Because you only want to own me
In the name of love, you hate me.

She felt bad, it was an old love song she had written. It was sullen, but would anything happy have helped at all? No, she didn't think so. This was the only song she had where someone didn't die, though.

[~*Malec*~]

☢Jason Ferling☢

"Shhh....they can hear you. They can always hear you. Don't move, don't speak. they're after you......"


I Listen to the words and shiver. It sounded haunted, like someone from the halloween store was talking and singing it. I coughed harshly and stayed close to her, forcing my eyes shut. I wanted to go back to normal, wanted.....wanted to have control. Within i was trying to take that control, but it just wasn't happening. " see? see? what did i tell you. She's hurting you. You let her close. Shhh, the others will hear the shivers. Don't let them hear. Don't move. " Clance's words were losing all sense in them but it didn't matter.
" Jase, Jase. T=The world is-it's so fun! Hahaha are you dreaming? oh, don't spin. sit calm. You'll make the world rotate if you don't." Watt's high pitch, cackle like clown voice was worse to hear than normal. He was red, Red and insane. I was loseing control again, this time losing it bad. What was i doing? i felt pain, pain everywhere. somewhere. I couldn't feel anything other than it.

[Melliora]

Mara shakes her head. "He had it coming." She says quietly and looks at her drawing once more.

[kitanafrost]

Annie could see Jase struggling.
"Do you want me to stop?" She didnt want to be accidentally hurting him.

[~*Malec*~]

[quote="PatchK"]

☢Jason Ferling☢

"Shhh....they can hear you. They can always hear you. Don't move, don't speak. they're after you......"


I shake my head. the sound of the music, though however odd it was, was actually making me want to fight for control.

[E.urka]

му иαмє ιѕ Amber αиd ιм ѕcαяєd oғ му мιиd. . . .

Name:

{ Her name is as simple as everyone thinks her life is, of course that's completely wrong. Her name is Amber Driskoh Reed. She hates her middle and last name, so don't ever say it. It reminds her of her mother who beat her as a child, then dis owned her- She has some strong hate for her now. }

Age:

{Amber is only a young little thing, only seventeen. She was born to a unwanted mother on June 11th 1996 at the Babsico health center, Amber wishes she never lived anyone of those 17 years.}

Gender:

{Amber is a young female, this should be obvious.}

ℒǭǭk AƬ Yǭụ...

Apperance:

{ Amber is a tiny little, crazy diamond in the rut. She's only a short little thing, standing at about 5 feet, three inches tall, she's very under weight, only weighing 93 pounds. She has long dark red and brown hair and large dark brown eyes, her skin a light tanned olive color.
Amber never wears clothes that exposes any part of her skin. You will always see her with a long sweater on, covering over her hands and wrists, and jeans on all the time. Her skin terrorized with many razor blade scars that remind her of her past and when she see's them they make her scream and loose control. She always wears here long hair down and it's never ever pinned up, she likes the feeling of it being close- almost like a protective curtain saving her from everyone out there. She never wears sandles and flip flops, it's always a pair of converse or combat boots. You'll never ever, ever catch her in a swim suit or in a pair of shorts- she'd rather sweat and die. }

ẠRḜ Yǭụ Oƙ ?

Personality & History:

{ It's hard to really say what her personality is really like anymore. When she was just a tot, she was a healthy and happy toddler, bouncing happily in a baby swing, watching barney thinking life was perfect- from a child's point of view. What she did'int know was her mother was a alcoholic who had no intentions of wanting a child. Her mother kept drinking and parting even while little Amber was in her stomach. Amber was born into the world as a young happy and healthy baby, despite all the risks her mother put her through. Her mother did'int care much for the infant, She would leave her home alone for a few hours in her crib, or not feed her for the day. As Amber grew, so did her mothers hate. She used to constantly hit, kick and punch at Amber, smack her cheeks, hands, face, head and other parts of her. This went on through Amber's childhood. She starting getting teased at school for having a black eye, or a gross looking bruise from her mother hitting her. Of course, she still loved her mother and when the teachers would ask what happened, she would blame it on a fall. The teasing got worse through Grade 7 and 8, and Amber began cutting herself, on her hands, wrists, legs and even made a few attempts to the neck area. She dropped out of school, pulled herself away from any social interactions, Became depressed, Suicidal, and picked up sever Anxiety. She became a loner and completely crazy. It got to the point where her mother would go into the room and she would fall to the floor and scream for hours. She cannot sit still anymore, and she can barely think straight anymore- She's been alone so long, her mind is making up people.. things.. pictures- to keep her company and talk to her, but it's getting bad. the things in her mind now scare her and tell her to get rid of herself. it's got to the point where even the littlest things like a sound or a action will set her off into a wreck of screaming, shaking, crying, chanting weird things, and attempts to kill herself. She's unstable and want's out. Her mother no longer had the patience to deal with the little freak any longer and dropped her off at the center to live the rest of her miserable life. }

Diagnose:

{ Depression, Extreme Anxiety, Suicidal, Anorexic, Schizophrenia }


Likes:

⇨ Dogs
⇨ Horses
⇨ Pink things
⇨ Basketball
⇨ Being alone

Dislikes:

⇨ Herself
⇨ Her mother
⇨ Interacting
⇨ People
⇨ Loud sounds

[kitanafrost]

She nodded and continued on, her soprano voice trembling lightly with emotion.
Bring me back to life 
Make my heart throb again
So I can sleep at night
And learn to do whats right, 
So i can rest instead of fight. 

[Goodbye guise.]

му иαмє ιѕ Amber αиd ιм ѕcαяєd oғ му мιиd. . . .

Name:

{ Her name is as simple as everyone thinks her life is, of course that's completely wrong. Her name is Amber Driskoh Reed. She hates her middle and last name, so don't ever say it. It reminds her of her mother who beat her as a child, then dis owned her- She has some strong hate for her now. }

Age:

{Amber is only a young little thing, only seventeen. She was born to a unwanted mother on June 11th 1996 at the Babsico health center, Amber wishes she never lived anyone of those 17 years.}

Gender:

{Amber is a young female, this should be obvious.}

ℒǭǭk AƬ Yǭụ...

Apperance:

{ Amber is a tiny little, crazy diamond in the rut. She's only a short little thing, standing at about 5 feet, three inches tall, she's very under weight, only weighing 93 pounds. She has long dark red and brown hair and large dark brown eyes, her skin a light tanned olive color.
Amber never wears clothes that exposes any part of her skin. You will always see her with a long sweater on, covering over her hands and wrists, and jeans on all the time. Her skin terrorized with many razor blade scars that remind her of her past and when she see's them they make her scream and loose control. She always wears here long hair down and it's never ever pinned up, she likes the feeling of it being close- almost like a protective curtain saving her from everyone out there. She never wears sandles and flip flops, it's always a pair of converse or combat boots. You'll never ever, ever catch her in a swim suit or in a pair of shorts- she'd rather sweat and die. }

ẠRḜ Yǭụ Oƙ ?

Personality & History:

{ It's hard to really say what her personality is really like anymore. When she was just a tot, she was a healthy and happy toddler, bouncing happily in a baby swing, watching barney thinking life was perfect- from a child's point of view. What she did'int know was her mother was a alcoholic who had no intentions of wanting a child. Her mother kept drinking and parting even while little Amber was in her stomach. Amber was born into the world as a young happy and healthy baby, despite all the risks her mother put her through. Her mother did'int care much for the infant, She would leave her home alone for a few hours in her crib, or not feed her for the day. As Amber grew, so did her mothers hate. She used to constantly hit, kick and punch at Amber, smack her cheeks, hands, face, head and other parts of her. This went on through Amber's childhood. She starting getting teased at school for having a black eye, or a gross looking bruise from her mother hitting her. Of course, she still loved her mother and when the teachers would ask what happened, she would blame it on a fall. The teasing got worse through Grade 7 and 8, and Amber began cutting herself, on her hands, wrists, legs and even made a few attempts to the neck area. She dropped out of school, pulled herself away from any social interactions, Became depressed, Suicidal, and picked up sever Anxiety. She became a loner and completely crazy. It got to the point where her mother would go into the room and she would fall to the floor and scream for hours. She cannot sit still anymore, and she can barely think straight anymore- She's been alone so long, her mind is making up people.. things.. pictures- to keep her company and talk to her, but it's getting bad. the things in her mind now scare her and tell her to get rid of herself. it's got to the point where even the littlest things like a sound or a action will set her off into a wreck of screaming, shaking, crying, chanting weird things, and attempts to kill herself. She's unstable and want's out. Her mother no longer had the patience to deal with the little freak any longer and dropped her off at the center to live the rest of her miserable life. }

Diagnose:

{ Depression, Extreme Anxiety, Suicidal, Anorexic, Schizophrenia }


Likes:

⇨ Dogs
⇨ Horses
⇨ Pink things
⇨ Basketball
⇨ Being alone

Dislikes:

⇨ Herself
⇨ Her mother
⇨ Interacting
⇨ People
⇨ Loud sounds

Accepted, Thanks for joining!

[~*Malec*~]

( there are two other forms on the previous page I believe. )

☢Jason Ferling☢

"Shhh....they can hear you. They can always hear you. Don't move, don't speak. they're after you......"


I listeners quietly, tuning everything else out except the sound of my own voice in my head, and the sound of her singing. My ragged breathing seemed to xlam more and the pain slowly ebbed away to a throb.

[Goodbye guise.]

Thank you for alerting me to them!
--Everyone Accepted :3