Quayance Fabbio [Resubmission;DONE]

Beautiful sea blue eyes are hidden by the insanity that lingers there, masking her true identity. The insanity wasn’t always there, but life changes as time goes on, and so do you. Her eyes don’t show much emotion, even if they wanted to; the insanity hides everything, which runs through her mind, again masking her. From her pupil being constantly dilated, this creating the illusion that she is a wild creature, and in some ways she is.

A grimace that is somewhat savage is perched on her lips, pale and chapped. It isn’t the prettiest sight. Not with the discoloured teeth. She preferred it that way, it made her seem scary then they think she is. But her smile! That’s worth a thousand of other smiles! A smile that lights up the world. A smile that turns her from a savage creature, to a lovely young lady. A smile that never leaves it home, hidden behind the grimace that protects it from view.

Quaynance has hair as wild as the rest of her. The dark curls are messy and un kept, it seems like such a waste. They are tangle and bunched up in spots, she never brushes it, she sees no point. She says to herself if the rest of her is this wild creature, then why not finish of the look with a hunky hair doo? her hairs comes down to her shoulder, in uneven lengths around her face.

Her Pale skin reflects the build-up of dirt that has built up over the years. Also reveals her hunger starved body, a body deprived of food, and lack of water. There’s not much on her bones, some fat and that’s about it, she hasn’t had the average life of a teenager in the seam. Her clothes just hang off her body, they have to be there but they don’t have much use.Her clothes are in no good state. They are mattered and torn. Dirty and smelly. She never really out grew her clothes, she never really grew at all. Shes small and useless.

She may look horrible and dirty on the outside, but there is one beautiful thing about her. Her voice. It’s clear and sweet. It perfect compared to the rest of her, but what comes out of it, isn’t the same as what she says.

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Quaynace is trapped; she is trapped behind her insanity. She never meant it to be this way. Gradually over time it took over her body claiming it as its own, destroying everything that mattered to Quaynance, destroying her life. Quaynance knows deep down that she is there that she has to someway escape this… this thing that has taken over her. In this state she has no sweet side, just an unforgiving one, a side that knows no mercy.

Sweet and innocent. She used to mean both of those words. But now she is menacing and frightening, even to herself. She feels as though she knows no different, that she has to go by what is seen, that seeing is believing. sometimes she feels that the hold is weakening on her, that she can break through the grasp, while it’s not paying attention, but it always gets her back. She is to never be free again.

But to tell the truth, Quaynance isn’t sure if she want to be free from insanity's grasp, that is wreaked her life so much, that being free would cause her more pain then she is already in, she sees and feels what Insanity does, what it has made her do. And she doesn’t think that it would be worth living.

As more time goes pasted, the more she is losing herself, the more insanity has her to its self. The more her life isn’t worth living.

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Sweet. Innocent. Harmless.

All good words to describe Quaynances past. Good words to describe who she used to be…. Before Insanity caught her in its grasp. The beautiful girl she used to be all gone. Destroyed. Insanity had caused her to do a lot of things that she regrets with all her heart, she wishes that she could take it back. But what’s done is done. And for her deeds there is no turning back.

This is her story….

At the first stages if insanity is the weakest for the bearer, you fall under its control, like a mouse and its cheese; you do whatever it wants, whenever it wants, before you even know it has hold of you. You are under its spell, and for Quaynance, she went for its trap like steak on a warthog. Right into its hands, it didn’t even need to string her along.

It made her do horrible things, things that can’t be forgotten with a sorry and then move on… she is ashamed, deep down, down where her sane self is trapped, watching as the deeds get worse each time.

Once insanity made her trick her sister, told her to meet this guy that she had liked, like, forever at a secluded part of the forest. She had no dobts or worries about this and fell for the bait. But instead of meeting her long loved wanna be boyfriend she meet Quaynance. She was surprised at first and suspisuos. But they soon faded into fear and doubt, as Quaynance pulled a knife from her jacket, her eyes craved for her blood. killed her that night, with no hesitation, insanity had a strong hold on her. But after that attack the hold lossen a bit. She couldn’’t believe what she had just done, she locked herself in her room for days, not speaking or listening to anyone, she isolated herself.....

Till this day, the hold is still on her threatening her to do more damage, to get more lives.