Diamond Conners >D4< DONE

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Name: Diamond Conners
Age: 18
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:

Personality:

outgoing and shit. dyslexic, not the sharpest tool in the shed. highly oblivious like, i'm talking highly. but shes friendly so no judge nawmene? really quite bubbly, kinda annoying sometimes. hyper.

History:

Idek yet. I think she ran away from the 'rents. lived with an aunt or friend or something. it's a WIP.

Codeword: odair cause ya.
Comments/Other:

#4 charrie from D4 yea

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narration
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Check yes Juliet
Are you with me?
Rain is falling down on the sidewalk
I won't go until you come outside
Check yes Juliet
Kill the limbo
I'll keep tossing rocks at your window
There's no turning back for us tonight

My heart is beating fast. Like a horse galloping within me. Racing up and down my heartstrings and into my stomach. I've gotta do this. I look around uncertainty bearing over me like a storm. They'll hear me. Like every other goddamned time.

Still, it's worth a shot right? I pull the covers off of me. I'm fully dressed, well kind of. I tend to wear... comfortable clothes. Ones that show off a taught midriff and curvy legs. I'm not ashamed of who I am. Why should I hide it?

I lift my back gently off of the mattress making sure that my movement creates no notable sound. I take a breath, hoping to calm my racing heart. Didn't work. My eyes flit to the door, only slightly ajar. It seems as though they've turned in for the night. I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared and I'll admit it.

Will they hurt me again? If they find out I'm leaving? They haven't for a while. I don't think they'd look for me. I know they wont. Once I'm gone. I'm free. I'll be 18 in a matter of months. I'll have won. Those fucking excuses for parents would be gone. They wouldn't force training on me. Refuse me food. Lock me in my room or call me names. I'd have won.

Sudden strength rushes through me. Before I know it, I'm on my feet, staring at the dusty vanity in front of me. My muscles are toned... too toned. From countless hours of training. My hair, usually perfectly styled, curled and dyed hung disheveled in my face. I scowl, replacing the bright expression usually outfitting my rather broad face. I pull the hair back into a careless ponytail.


Lace up your shoes
Ayo ayo
Here's how we do
Run baby run
Don't ever look back
They'll tear us apart if you give them the chance
Don't sell your heart, don't say we're not meant to be
Run baby run, forever we'll be
You and me

The bag. I'd packed it at least a week in advance. It had most of my clothes, things that meant a lot to me. Even a small stuffed cat I'd had since birth. It's hidden under the bed. Shh. Now don't make a sound. I bend down slowly. My pale skin almost glows in the harsh darkness. Carefully...

Got it! My hand grips the padded handle. I pull it out. It's not heavy, I don't have much I care about. I want to forget this place even existed.

I'm not smart. Let's get that out of the way. When it comes to books or equations I'm hopeless. So, obviously, I couldn't have come up with this by myself. A friend, the friend I'm running to told me what to do. But god help me if I know how to survive. Living like this all my life, how could I not? I found my own food when they refused it. I tuned out their insults. I lived.

Freedom. It's so close I can almost take it. One step. Two steps. I'm out of the room, the bag flung over my shoulder. One more. Two more. Three More

"Where do you think you're going."


Check yes Juliet
I'll be waiting
Wishing, wanting yours for the taking
Just sneak out and don't tell a soul goodbye
Check yes Juliet
Here's the countdown:
3, 2, 1, now fall in my arms now
They can change the locks, don't let them change your mind

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No. I'd come so far. I wasn't going to give up. His meaty hand grabs my wrist. It's so tiny... frail. He pulls. Hard. He bends it. His face is red in rage. He screams curses at me, spit flying on my face as he shouts. I'm not going to cave. I'm not going to fall back and crawl into bed. I'm going to win.

I push him backwards, with every ounce of strength I have.

I didn't mean to. I swear to god I didn't mean to.

He fell. He fell hard. He hadn't expected it. He didn't think I'd fight.

He hit his head on our glass table. And... and it shattered.

I didn't mean to. I didn't think the glass would... I didn't know it could.

And I ran. His death was pronounced an accident.

The sound he made... when the glass shattered. It still haunts me. To this day.

We're flying through the night
We're flying through the night
Way up high
The view from here is getting better with you
By my side[/color]

It's been a year since then. I'm living with a friend. A lot has changed. My muscle has become less toned. My hair is one color now, blonde. Light blonde, but not too bright. I curl my hair or leave it straight. I don't much care anymore. I still wear clothes that... well I like. I'm myself. Not a projection of who my parents wanted me to be.

I was diagnosed with dyslexia a while ago. My friend noticed my grades, or... lack there of. She knew something was wrong. I won't say her name, as she values her privacy.

I try not to let what happened affect me. Though it has more than I would like to admit. I won't hurt anything else. I can't. I won't take another life. I try to remain optimistic and keep others that way as well. Nightmares still haunt me about that night. Sometimes, even when I'm awake. I haven't told anyone. But it does affect me as sleep is not a pleasant thing for me.

I've been told that I can cry, or even scream in my sleep. Which honestly, terrifies me. I don't remember a lot about my first 18 years. They're a mess of terrifying memories and hazy feelings. Killing my father, I fear, was only the tip of the iceberg for whats to come. Still, I won't let their bitterness affect me. I'll give everyone a chance. Everyone deserves love, no matter what. No matter who you are. You can be loved.

This is me. Who I am and how I came to be. It's not much huh? Well, I guess that's cause its still being written.[/center][/size]

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I'm done but why is this so short T_T

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