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--- Basic information»» Name Vee Torres Chevron
»» Gender Male ♂
»» Personality Liberated ᐤ Self-loathing ᐤ Open Minded ᐤ Introverted ᐤ Kind
--- BackstoryThis is the one extra. The perspective is 1st person past tense.
When I was born, my parents named me "Vee." It was a splendid name and I loved it. I would prance around saying it over and over, loving the way it rolled off my tongue. I was a spoiled child and I never had a want in the world, but that's not always a good thing. I grew to be selfish and cold. The only person that mattered to me was myself. I couldn't even care for my parents. I took advantage of everything they did for me. I didn't know how good I had it. Despite my life being wonderful and easy, I always felt like I was trapped in some wire birdcage 50 feet off the ground and there was no way out. I was reckless as well, always doing stupid things and getting injured because I knew we could always fix it. Or, at least I thought we could. I never realized that my parents were not a happy couple. My mother always seemed to shy away from my father but I never took notice. I had no way of knowing he was abusing her. Until I caught her trying to kill herself in the middle of the night. I had been rubbing the sleep from my eyes and I hadn't noticed her there. She had gone underwater, but she had been there for far to long. I pulled her out of the pool and she screamed at me. "Why couldn't you just leave me there?!" I began to cry and she realized that was not what she should have said. She held my close to her and explained everything. So we made plans to leave. I was selfish, but I knew enough to know that my mother took care of me so I did care about her safety. Besides, what she had told me about my father scared me. It seemed that she, too, was trapped in a wire cage and couldn't escape. On the night when we would run away though, my father caught us. He locked us in a closet and it was pitch black. We smelled gasoline and I heard the faint sound of a match being lit. My mother cried out and began to try to break down the door more desperately than before. The door gave way after a while, but mostly because it had begun to burn away. We tried to run but the house was falling apart, blocking our path. The smoke clouded my vision and made it hard to breathe. We ran and when we finally made it outside, I looked behind me and my mother was nowhere to be seen. I ran back in and I found her crushed under a fallen beam. She smiled at me sadly and her tears were black with ash as she said the last thing she would ever say to me. "Run." So I did. My vision became hazier and hazier but I couldn't stop running. I knew I had left the house, though I still couldn't see because the heat of the fire was gone and I could breathe a bit easier. I coughed up what I presumed to be black liquid. I wouldn't know. My mother's face was the last thing I saw.
I wandered alone. Blind as I was, I tripped over and into all sorts of things. I was sure I was still covered with soot from the fire, as well as mud and leaves I had picked up along the way. I didn't know what to do. I didn't think I could call myself Vee anymore, and it no longer seemed right in my mouth. I remembered reading a while back, that a chevron was an upside-down v, so i began to call myself that instead. I dropped my last name entirely for fear of being connected to my father. I was never sure of what happened to him, though I'm pretty sure he had escaped the fire. I don't remember my mother or my father very well anymore. After the fire I let go and I started to realize more important things in life. I was no longer selfish, I learned that my selfishness had blinded me to life. I hated myself for it, and I still do, but I don't dwell on that too much. I am alone far too often to be loathing the only one around. I spent what had to be a year wandering blind and starving until I was discovered by an elderly couple. They took me in and have cared for me, and I do all in can to repay them for their kindness. They taught me how to be humble and kind, and they made me realize something about myself. Though it may seem backwards, now that I'm blind. I have found the door to the cage and I have been liberated.
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