The cutter
Name:
"My name is Chami Ren, nice to meet you. If you're wondering why my parents gave me a Parsi name, don't ask.I'm not exactly sure myself. Chami means Real, true. It also means creativeness, independent, good worker. It's a complicated name, but I like it. I am not Parsi, I do not have any relatives who are either. I guess my parents just really liked that name so that's what they called me?"
Gender:
"My mother expected a boy, but I came out a female. If you look up what a female is, you should know what I am then. If you don't, you can check. Just kidding, I wouldn't let you check. My gender is definitely a female, I have checked many times and I have looked up what a female is, so in my case, I'm pretty sure I have the parts of a female."
Age:
"I was born January 12, 1995. That means I am 17 years old. The year I was born was in 1995, so that would make me 17."
Hair:
"As you can see in the picture above, my hair is bright red. Well, that is not my true hair color. My real hair color is actually Dark brown. I just like to dye it different colors. I guess it just makes me feel better and happier about myself. I don't get accepted at home so I would rather be accepted by myself instead."
Eyes:
"I have Amber eyes, so beautiful. Though, sometimes I like to wear contacts because I like to hide my real eye color. I'm not very sure why I do this, but I do. I have these cool snake contacts. I don't usually wear them out because they scare people. My dad yells at me to take my contacts out. He's really mean when it comes to contacts, I'm not sure why. In my opinion, my dad is a bit messed up in the head. But we'll talk about him later, in my history."
Skin:
"I have Tan skin. Most people think I have white skin, but I correct them easily. It is definitely tan. I go out in the sun a lot, well actually I just stay up in my room and tan there. My dad won't let me out of the house when he's home."
Likes:
"I like to write poetry, listen to pop music on my radio, draw, write short stories and folk tales, read fantasy books, mystery books and a lot of other books."
Dislikes:
"I dislike my father, bullies, sad songs, crime books, dogs, chickens, roller coasters, piercings, tattoos...... and I think that's it."
Favorite song:
"I like the song Twinkle Lightly by Talain Rayne...."
Personality:
"I guess I would say I have an artsy personality. I like to read, draw, take pictures. I love photography. My heart thrives for certain things in life. I am honest, nice, fun to be around and quiet. I can be a bit shy around new people. Trust me, I'm not an open book. I can't open up to people right away. My heart is locked away from everyone. But I am still waiting for someone to unlock it for me and show me the way. Sometimes, I like to be alone and just think for myself. I like to be there for myself. I'm my own best friend. I have no friends whatsoever, but hopefully at this camp, I will gain friends. I just want one friend, one friend that I can trust and one that can show me the light. Right now, my mind is filled with darkness and sadness. I can't really scream my way out of everything. Anyway, i'm very very sensitive. I got that from my mother, I saw it from my mother. I've always wondered about stuff, like random stuff. I think randomly and creatively. That's what I do and that's what I'll always do. I can't really be confident and just go up to someone and say hi. Someone has to say hi to me first. I am shy, very shy indeed. Whenever I'm nervous, I start to scratch my arms. I'm not really sure why I do that a lot, I just do. As you can tell, I always say "I'm not sure why". I guess I'm just a very unsure person. I have been like that for a long time. It all started happening when my mother died. Oops, I just spoiled part of my history. Sorry. Oh, and I'm very apologetic, I don't mean to apologize, but I do. I feel very small. I feel like a small speck just floating around in a big space of nothing. You know what I mean?"
Sexuality:
"I am Heterosexual. That means I like the opposite gender. Or in easier terms, I like boys, not girls."
History:
"Here comes the painful part. Well, for starters, my mother died from a drunk driver, which was her friend. My mother didn't know her friend was drunk, but she was. The whole accident was caught on the news channel at that time. Some other people who were nearby the accident, video taped it. Now it is all over what is now called Youtube. It is sad, really. I was only five years old when she died. I didn't know what was going on. My father was sitting on the couch, tears welling in his eyes. I looked at him with a questioningly look, but he didn't answer me. He just sat there like a stone. After a few years, my father began to change. His actions began to come back to me. Whenever he did something, people would blame me for his actions. I couldn't do anything about it. He would abuse me so much. He would yell at me and tell me I was the one who killed my mom. I tried to calm him down, but he never stopped hurting me. I would always go to school with bruises on my eyes and broken bones. I couldn't stop him. He believed that I killed my mother. I started believing that as well, but my friend calmed me down. After awhile, my friend moved away and everything began to get worse. My father's actions became worse than they ever have. He started to force me into stealing things, eating things I shouldn't. And that's when I began to cut. I didn't want to, but I believed that maybe, just maybe this would help me feel better. My aunt finally took me in, but it was only for a week. You see, my aunt is getting very old and she can't really take care of anyone.When she found out about my cutting, she sent me to this place. This camp for people like me I guess."
