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"We hurt the ones we love the most"
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{Say Something Im Giving Up On You}N A M E; "My given name is Nicolas Alexander Rogers. My mom liked the name Nicolas but I prefer Nic. Alexander is my mothers father's name, and he was a bigshot in his art. Unfortunately, his art was theft, but i can overlook that. Rogers is my mothers given last name, my father's is Williams but I decided against that. I am nineteen years as of last month and I am enjoying freedom. "
Full Name; "My birth name is Nicolas Alexander Williams. Whats it to you?"
Name; "Well when i introduce myself to people, its Nicolas Rogers."
Nickname; "Just call me Nic, pleas."
Age; "I am nineteen and one month... and nine days."
Gender; "In case it somehow wasn't obvious... I am a guy."
From; "Well I was born in Flint, Michigan. But I just call it hell."
{I want to be more than who I am}
A P P E A R A N C E; "I inherited my symmetrical appearance from my beautiful mother so I know I am not hard on the eyes. In other words... Im attractive. Ladies have said that looking into my eyes is like looking across the oceans or into the heavens and that my abs are as solid as rocks. I take pride in keeping myself in shape all these years... why shouldn't I? "
Hair Color; "Just brown, nothing special."
Eye color; "Caribbean Blue "
Piercings; "Nope, thats a girl thing"
Tattoos; "I have yet to find something worth staining my skin with..."
Height; "5'11, yes i know its perfect"
Weight; "150, i think. You know its all muscle."
{A free soul is the only soul worth having }
P E R S O N A L I T Y; "I'm cold. Ill be the first to admit it. you try and get past a simple 'nice to meet you' and i will immediately shut you out. I can't help it, its a defense mechanism. You have to fight to get past these walls. I have more dislikes than likes and more fears than hopes, but technically isnt everything a flaw since nothing is perfect? Thats what I thought. I love my dog. He's a rescue and its a miracle she make it through the things she has. Just like me. I wouldn't give her up, ever."
Likes; "My dog, and freedom"
Dislikes; "the legal system, most people"
Hobbies; "I enjoy swimming and reading"
Pets; "My beautiful rescue, Cherie pronounced shure-ee, meaning sweetheart in french "
Fears; "my father, and being alone"
Flaws; "i have some anger issues and like i said im isolated, but we can get past it, right? "
L O V E L I F E; "I believe in love... I love my mother, and i love Cherie. But, I do not believe in young love, or soulmates. I mean, look where it got my parents, nowhere. I believe i have made my case in point. I have no love life and i don't plan on having one any time soon. Why bother?"
Girlfriend/Boyfriend; "Nope"
Crush; "Im have yet to meet any worthy candidates, or ones that will settle"
Married; "No, like i said, young love is doomed"
Kids; "Like i would make that mistake. Do i look like my father?! Don't answer that..."
Step kids; "No... not married."
{Wake me up when its all over}
F A M I L Y; "My parents were eighteen and nineteen when they got married. Im sure they thought they were soul mates. What could go wrong right? They had me after only being married for a year. They were in love, from the looks of the pictures anyway. my mother was diagnosed with cancer when i was seven months old. She died in two years time, even with all the chemo therapy. I was only two-and-a-half years old and i didnt understand death, but i understood that my mother was gone and there was nothing i could do about it. Thats when my dad started drinking. At first it wasnt bad, but by the time i was three it had gotten out of hand. For the next year my father was merely a drunk. coming home late, never looking at me. After I started Pre-School is when things got bad. My father would break things and yell at me. He even forced me to sleep outside once if i remember correctly. This went on for a year and a half. Thats when he met Caroline and cleaned up. They got married within seven months and she looked after me at nights when he worked. Everything was fine for two years and then the fights began, just little arguments here and there. It looked like nothing but i was seven and could sense when something was wrong. Over the next year things escalated. Half way through my third grade year, he hit her. Caroline left and I never saw her again. My father started drinking again and by the end of my school year, he was once again a drunk. I stayed out of his way, never bothering to talk to him. In fifth grade, i was eleven, was when he hit me for the first time. Ill never forget it. I was doing homework and he came in and blamed me for the two failed marriages. I said he need to leave me alone and he smacked me and went to bed. He had never laid a hand on me before. After that it only got worse. He would beat me and I would cover it up. I never told anyone. In seventh grade he locked me in the trunk for two days for accidentally breaking a plate. I told the teacher my grandma died. My sophomore year, after receiving my license i ran away for two weeks after my dad and i got into a fight. I came back for school, said i was on vacation. I had a job so when i graduated i moved into an apartment in the town. I was working and doing fine, all my scars had healed and i had rescued Cherie from the shelter. One month and my dad knocked on my door. I let him in and he hated me for succeeding. He grabbed a knife out of my kitchen and stabbed me in the arm and so I beat him to a pulp. I told him to leave, packed everything i could into my car, and vanished without a trace. Ive never looked back. "
Parents; "Elizabeth Marie Rogers; Andrew James Williams"
Step-Parents; "Caroline Mae Banks"
Siblings; 'Nope"
Step siblings; "Well... Caroline has a daughter now, she is five and her name is Ellie Grace.
But i dont think that counts. "
"I am here because, I need help..."