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Delphi Colts - D4 - FIN♥ Mar 1, 2015 8:39:47 GMT -5

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Post by MATTIO on Mar 1, 2015 8:39:47 GMT -5

~Del~

I could see the stars..
See the beauty of the ocean.
I opened my eyes..

Appearance:
She always told me I had the brightest blonde hair a little kid could ever have. That was when I was seven. Now its beginning to fade, the color darkening up at its roots. Mother says she wants to trim it off so it looks better, but I like the blonde in my hair. I want to let it grow out to its full potential. I don't want dark hair, it doesn't make me feel good inside. My mind always tells me no whenever I want to take it off. No, you can't take it off. You need to stay this way.. its who you are. Please, don't make it go away. My brightest of blonde hair and darkest of brown eyes make me unique. None of my family has this.

Anything I am either bright or dark. Anytime I step outside, the reflection of my pale arms and legs almost blind me. I suppose its odd that no matter how hard I try, or how long I try, I can never become tanner. Even though I train hard at the Training Centre, my strength refuses to grow in any way shape or form. I'm not weak per say, but I wouldn't be considered hulking .

Persona:
Sometimes I wish I could be anything but who I am now. Maybe forget how to breath, forget how to think. Every time my heart beats, I want it to beat for a different reason. No matter what I do, my conscience tells me to do something else. It takes me awhile to finally make a verdict on what to do, but each time I make a new decision, I can't help but question it. I can't help doing this. I wish it could just stop and go away.. pick on someone else.

I've always been a moody kind of person. Every single solitary moment; every reaction I make seems to have a different mood to it. While most changes are small, they change quickly, quicker, quicker! I guess it doesn't make me too much of a person to look at, but usually when I'm calmer I can be nice.. other than that, I suggest you don't touch me or come near me.

Mother and Father tell me I should act different, and by doing that I could be a better person to be around. But I can't. 'My mind doesn't work the way its supposed to' my sister always talks to mother about how isolated I try to be at school, how scared I get when people talk to me. I don't do any of these things intentionally, but I get scared.. and my heart beat raises and I'll do anything.. anything to get out of danger.

Anything to stay out of humanity's way.

History:
I wish I could call the people I live with my family, but none of them mean anything when they say I love you. Those three words get shot around too many times in life to actually show meaning. Mother and Father kiss and hold hands every chance they get, and she was always so gentle and caring. She was older than me, and cared for me when I was little. She kept Father from screaming at me everyday. She smiled, always cradling me when I was sobbing. I cried for no reason, just for the fact that my face needed some sort of moistness. She'd wipe them off my eyes and tell me everything was going to be okay. It was always okay, always fine for me. I couldn't cry for attention nor cry because I needed to let something out. I cried to give myself what I wanted. I wanted to feel water without going in.

I could never understand how all the people in the District were waterbugs. Father got rich with his fishing industry, and Mother would always be doing something to get money. While she and used to lay on the sand after school. She begged me to go into the water. I couldn't get into the large mass of liquid as I was afraid to drown. She'd tell me nobody could get hurt in the water. "Swimming is in our blood.." she'd tell me. I still refused, which she thought to be cute that I was so set on refusing to go in. That was one thing I couldn't change my mind about. I hated the water, and I hated seeing the people so wet that water dripped and dropped until they dried themselves off.

Once, she told me that it'd be okay if I went into the water, and she'd be right by my side. Her eyes were bulging, begging for me to go in. I trusted her enough to do as she asked. We began to swim. The freezing cold water made me cringe. Her arms were wrapped around me. Now just go underwater and try to open your eyes.. she said, taking a quick dive under. It's beautiful! she said. I wanted to see for myself. I went under. At first, I was confused on how to open my eyes, because even the littlest opening burned into my pupils. I saw weird blurs of many different colors before my brain forced my eyelids to shut. I didn't know to go back up. I guess I went down a bit too far for my liking, because it took a bit of time before I felt light headed. A hand tightly gripped my arm and pulled me up. My face was above the water now.

She began screaming at me, slapping my face back and forth. You're supposed to come back up, dumby! Its common sense! She started pulling me back to the shore. That was stupid. Remind me to never let you go back into the water. She didn't let me forget about it, not for days not for months. The one that I depended on most was now ashamed to call me her brother. I never went near the water, never again. I can't stand to see what she'd tell me then.

I hate her. I just can't wait.

"I can't wait until she's dead.."

Let's hope she dies before me

I didn't come back upon the shore..
she never forgave me for it..
I will never be fit..
I will never be fit for the water.

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