Chole Corby [D8][DONE]

The streets were cold, as the rain pelted down on her face, making her long hair sick to her checks. The tears that fell from her eyes were not visible, hidden by the rain, but they were there. Falling silently down her hollow cheeks. The sky lit up as a sheet of lighting flashed across the gloomy sky, lighting the face of the girl that sits abandoned on her own. Knowing the only future would be death, only it wouldn’t come quick enough. So she sits defeated. Waiting. Waiting. For her moment to let this life fall from her hands, and let herself fall into the hands of some warm loving place. Where she could be happy. Slowly her eyes closed. And she blacked out from the world, hoping tonight would be the night. The night she was put out of her misery.

Tonight was the night.

She had opened her eyes to find herself warm. And for a moment she felt her heart skip a beat. She was free. She was dead, and in a new life, a happy one. She had let the warmth soak through her, enveloping her, her smile grew had grown wide across her face and for a moment she had looked as bright as the stars. She had turned around and looked around the room in which she was in, her smile dampening for a moment, where was she? She had thought, with confusion. A women had walked in, a warm smile on her face as she looked down on me, concerned. “How are you? That was a long night, I thought you weren’t going to make it.” she had said as she knelt down beside her. her hands were warm as she pushed some hair away from her eyes.

She stared at the women as though she wanted to say something, but the girls voice was caught in her throat and she looked away. She didn’t know what to say. She wanted to be dead, but yet here she was a live. Was it going to be worth it? She had thought as she closed her eyes, cutting her vision of the women. As she had closed them she had caught the eyes of a boy, he stands at the door. He just stares coldly at the women beside me, before walking away, no words said. She doesn’t see any more as sleep takes over, but she doesn’t forget the boy’s face, and his cold attitude to the woman.

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That woman had given her a family. a life. If it wasn’t for her… she wouldn’t be here today. She would be dead on the side of the streets of District 8. The family grew, adding two more, the ones she now sees as her brother and her sister. Not forgetting the boy, Jerrome, who had done so much for her. her first brother. The one she held most respect for. Once their mother had died, her had seen through his faults, he had become the provider. The reason us orphans are alive today. Jerrome had changed for the better. Yes sometimes he slips away from himself to be the bad ass he is… but he… but Chole loves him. she would do anything for him, after all, all he’s done ids treat her like his family, after her just running in… well… being who she was, but he had let her, and even began to love her as much as she he.

Chole is a very sensitive girl, she cares a lot for the people she loves,, the people that filled the whole in her heart. She can’t stand to see anyone of her family hurt or in trouble and is a worry wart, but this leads to her falling into depression. A serious case of depression. She hides a blade under the mattress of her bed, where she has easy access. When she needs to release some of the pain, the memories. When she needs to let herself free. Even the thought of the cold blade helps, but also sends cravings through her blood. She needs that blade. She needs it. her depression is bad, and sometimes she is in the down stage for days.

She hasn’t not very strong willed and will give up easily if she truly believes that it will never happen, or if it’s too much, she hates being under stress, or pressure, she can’t stand it. but she tries to put up with it, she tries to prove to herself that she is worth being a live, and she goes through with the things that she hates. She’s a tough girl. she doesn’t cry very often, if she’s hurt she tries to hide it, not wanting to worry anyone with herself, but if someone of her family is hurt… she will do everything she can to make them better, like her mother had… It takes a while for Chole to warm up to people, she has trust issues, like most people in the district. She was left for dead on the side of the road.. she never really trusted many after that, but her family, she trust whole heartedly, they had all been in the same position as her, and she feels it’s her responsibility to help them, to not let them relive those moments that she had.

Chole has long brown dull hair, her hair is like straw, but had been much worse… if you asked her she would tell you how much she loved her hair. She says that her hair can be done in many styles, the only things making her beautiful. Her dark eyes tell so many stories. Show so much hurt. They are never ending, and if you stared into them long enough you would get lost in their depth, lost in a world of sorrow, fear, pity, you would never want to get lost in those ‘innocent’ orbs. Not that she gives you the choice. She always diverts her eyes, not wanting to give too much away. She has small ears, and a nose that’s not prominent. Her lips are thin, and the corners seem permanently turned down.

She wears baggy clothes trying to hide her deprived body, they are usually dark, occasionally she might find something nice to wear, but really she would never think of it. people either they like it or they don’t, she likes it better it means less attention. She has thin arms and legs, but they are well muscled. She needs them if she ought to survive. how else was she to help feed the family. Jerrome, not really sure how she manages to get food on the table, but she does and that all that matters and all he needs to know. But those muscles didn’t come out of nowhere… she looks nothing like her family, she has light olive skin, which is dull, and unhealthy. You can tell with one glance that she doesn’t eat properly, and the scars that range up her arms, along her ankles, and a couple on her hips, bears the marks of her depression.