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res with the name azlyn -- means a vision or dream

[SkySmoke]

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Username: SkySmoke
Name: Saga
noun; a long, involved story, account, or series of incidents. Means "seeing one" in old norse. A swedish word meaning "story, fairy tale".
Gender: Female

So you want to know about me, do you? I personally don’t see what’s so interesting, but since you’ve asked I suppose I’ll tell you.

I was born to two parents who were high school sweethearts. They met when they were fourteen and got married when they were twenty. I was their first child. I have two younger sisters. My childhood was pretty idyllic. My parents stayed together, I grew up in a house full of love and support. Honestly, I have nothing but fond memories of my family. My sisters and I would have the occasional argument, but for the most part we got along. We were all best friends and did everything together.

We were only 3 years apart in age and were often referred to as the three musketeers. We even preferred each other’s company over that of our friends. We were all poised to go to Ivy League schools. If we didn’t get in on scholarships for grades, our parents could afford it anyways. By the time we were in middle school mom was a doctor and dad was a powerful attorney positioned to be made partner at his firm. Life was, in a word, perfect.

Until it wasn’t. Until the one night that would change everything; the night I lost them all.

It was Christmas time. Our house was decorated to the hilt with lights and garland and all things Christmas. It was beautiful. It was a Friday night and I planned the rare night away from home and was spending the night with a friend. I waved goodbye to the rest of my family as I left. Little did I know it would be the last time I ever saw them.

The fire department said it was an electrical shortage. The lights sparked, a tree caught fire and everything else followed. No one had made it out. They were all gone.

It probably sounds unbelievable, and that’s because it is. It’s a lie. Every word of it. Nothing I’ve told you so far is the truth, at least…I don’t think it is.

I lie all of the time. Almost constantly, to everyone about everything.

It started when I was very young. I was always a very imaginative child. I often worried that no one would like me so I made up stories to make myself into someone I wasn’t. It was little things at first.

“My mom and dad don’t care what I do. I don’t have a bed time and I get to eat ice cream and birthday cake for every meal.”

Everyone believed them so easily and I became the cool girl that everyone liked. Teachers often tried to dispel my lies, but it didn’t work. I told them in hushed whispers on the play-ground or during weekend play dates. Every time someone was impressed by this fake me, it just fueled my imagination even more.

“My mom and dad don’t care what I do because they are too busy with work. They are both super-secret scientists and are working on bringing back dinosaurs. Their lab is in the basement, that’s why no one is allowed over”

That was my explanation for why no one could ever sleep over. Because once you are the kid that eats ice cream and birthday cake all the time, everyone wants to come to your house. Of course they wanted to come over and see the top secret dinosaur lab too. So how did I get myself out of these situations?

More Lies.

“You can’t come over. When they aren’t being scientists, my parts are spies and our house just isn’t safe. I don’t even live there all the time.”

I loved the feeling of power I got every time someone believed my lies. And then, the most amazing thing happened. We moved. Most children dislike moving. It is hard to make new friends or fit in somewhere new. All I could think of was it was a clean slate. A blank note book. A chance to completely reinvent myself.

We moved a lot when I was younger and I loved it. Each move was a chance to become someone new. We usually stayed somewhere for a school year and then moved during summer. I’ve been so many people.

A singer and dancer who was going to be the youngest in a Broadway play until my younger sister became horribly ill and passed away. When that happened my parents were too consumed by grief to continue living in the city so we moved to the country and I had to give up dancing. I was so upset that I refused to ever sing or dance again.

A gifted gymnast who was headed towards the Olympics until a horrible back injury left me hardly able to walk. Years of therapy had helped me recover, but I could never do gymnastics again.

Adopted. I had been dropped at my parents’ doorstep as an infant with a locket and a note “keep her safe, we’ll be back for her when we are done with our mission.” To keep this lie going I wore a locket that contained two old pictures of what everyone assumed were my birth parents; it was just some locket I found at a second hand store.

When I was little, the lying was fairly innocent. I mean, I wasn’t really hurting anyone by saying I ate ice cream and birthday cake all the time. When I got to be a teenager, things started to change.

I read a lot, and I wanted nothing more than your typical storybook romance. By this time I had years of experience lying to people. What most people don’t realize is that in lying, when you do it well, you actually learn quite a bit about other people. I learned to read other people really well.

It is incredibly easy to get people to fall in love with you when you know exactly what they want to hear and become exactly who they want to fall in love with. I would become whoever they wanted me to be for a while. They would fall head over heels in love with me and when I got tired of them, I would leave.

I know, I know. Not exactly how to go about getting that storybook romance. To me it was though, for a while at least. At first the relationships were perfect. Then I would get bored. So, I would simply start a new story. Like I said, I was never in one school very long, but I always got a reputation as a heart breaker; and I loved it. I would fuel any rumors I heard about myself. The fact that I could walk around a school full of people who saw me every day but didn’t know me at all was intoxicating. I loved that I could say anything I wanted about myself and someone would believe it.

My parents tried everything they could think of to keep me from lying. I spent years in therapy but the more they tried to fix me, the more I lied. I lied in therapy almost constantly, all the while growing to resent my parents. I’m not sure what I resented them for. I always said was because they couldn’t just accept me; but I’m not sure how I expected them to do that when I constantly lied about who I was.

Because I have told lies my entire life, I am easily able to become whoever I want on a moment’s notice. I put up a front all of the time. Who I am depends on my mood that day. Meeting new people is sometimes my favorite thing because it’s another blank canvas.

You want to know a secret? I’ve lied so much that I don’t even remember the truth anymore. So…I suppose, in a way, maybe I’m never lying . I don’t know why I do it. Actually, that’s a lie too. I know why I do it. Lies just come out so much easier than the truth.

I don’t even know what the truth is anymore. I’ve spent my whole life telling lies. I think, in a way, the lies have become my truth. The thought of letting anyone get to know me without lying to them makes me anxious almost to the point of having a panic attack. I’m so afraid they won’t like me.

Even worse than that though, I’m afraid I don’t even know who I am anymore. I actually don’t know that I’ve ever known who I am. All I can remember are the lies, even from when I was very young. I never let anyone in past any of the lies to who I really am. It’s a question I ask myself every day. I still don’t have an answer.

It would be hard to pin down Saga's personality if you were to meet her yourself. Honestly, she would mold herself into whomever she felt you would like best. Some of it may be the real her, and some of it may not. After all, isn't there some truth at the foundation of any lie?

Insecure - if you were to dig deep, beyond the confident front she often puts out, you would find a very insecure young girl. She is very unsure of herself and just wants people to like her...whoever she is.

Awkward - oddly enough, she is most awkward if she is trying not to lie

Passionate - She is passionate about many things and was often called a geek growing up so she learned to keep her passions hidden. This over flows into her emotions as well. When she honestly falls in love, it takes her a very long time to get over it. The same goes for friends. She becomes incredibly attached to others. She sees this trait as her biggest flaw. She hates how passionate she gets over things because she feels like it just opens the door to being hurt. She tries to keep this part of her personality secret the most so she doesn't get hurt.

Intelligent - Saga is incredibly smart. She has had to learn a lot of things to keep her lies credible. She has a constant thirst for learning new things

Stubborn - she hates being told no and will often go to great lengths to prove someone wrong if she is told she can't do something

Vindictive - she has a strong belief in revenge and is willing to wait a long time to get it

Loving - she would never admit it herself, but she really just wants to love and be loved. She likes to make others happy.

Clingy - both to people and things. For instance, she still wears the locket that she bought as part of her lie about being adopted. She often comes up with new lies when asked what it is for, but she can't bring herself to get rid of it.

She collects journals, but they are all blank. It was always suggested by therapists that she write in one,but she never has. She sometimes carries one with her for a while, but never writes anything in it.

She has an obsession with space, the stars, and galaxies. One of her favorite things to do is find somewhere dark and go outside, lay on her back and watch the sky. Something about it makes her feel less alone. She wears the star clip by her feathers to remind her of this.

She loves to read, anything she can get her hands on as long as its fiction. She's a very imaginative reader and can lose herself in books for hours on end.

She hates the color pink unless its neon, but even then its barely tolerated.

She's never made a friend that knew the real her and she's never kept a friend longer than a school year. Now that she's out of school, she has no idea how to make friends.

She moves around a lot. She tells people she loves to travel, but the real reason is because she doesn't want to stay in one place too long because she's afraid someone will figure out that she's lying and its easier for her to just leave rather than try to tell the truth...because she isn't sure what the truth is.

She cries a lot, but never in front of anyone else. She sees it as a sign of weakness; but only in herself. She doesn't fault others for crying.

Her biggest wish is to find someone she doesn't feel she has to lie to. She dreams of someone who will help her be okay with just being herself.

All art in the form was done by Cerestes

I love My Locket

A life of Lies

So Many faces, which one is mine

Blank Stare

In Tears

Happy Smiles

All writing, coding & title text images done by me.

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