alida da monte } { district ten | fin

Her hair always held the sweet smell of hyacinth, washed deep within the rooted flowers in which they came. A smile that if one stared at too long, they'd be warned with the "don't stare at the sun, you'll go blind!" For her teeth were a pearled over white, ones that were rare to find in such a poor place like Ten. Long, black hair that cascades in waves and streams down to her back, which in some cases irritated her, for she wished only for shorter hair, however it wouldn't fit her features.


Defined, structured bone features make up the hidden architecture that lies underneath. A shimmering tan complexion that was taken from her father in contrast from her mothers features. Some say Alida is a "spitting image" of her deceased mother, what she looked like when she was Alida's age. It was always a compliment in her mind, for her mother was stunning beyond belief, a true beauty in the world.


Beauty is a fragile armor made of shattered remains that piece themselves back together. Alida is not the fragile, beautiful creature one would have her seem to be. A destructive, confused girl who exhales chaos and inhales desire.


Smoke fills the clothes line from her parted lips. A cigarette held between two closed fingers, she leans back. Releasing the poor influence into the light of pure, innocence, such as Paige Lowe, she fogs it all up only so they wouldn't leave her. Showing them a world like no other, she only desires for someone to stay with her as she drowns away in her toxins. And it never really mattered to her, anyway, just as long as she had someone to do it right next to her.


Fermenting into the bones of others, she turns them to the troubled youth. An architect in her own manner, she finds peace in corruption and pressure. Manipulation and deceit are strong suits that adorn the beauty. A laugh makes all the while as she converts her precious gems into something darker, putting them up like religious offerings to no one other than herself.


Born to a well-to-do farm family, Alida and Anderson were set at expectations and to meet less would be unacceptable. Strict in every way, Alida was always the one to make friends with belt lashings when things got out of line, for she was the one who rebelled the most, in comparison to Anderson. Never taking it personally, she knew what she did was wrong, but the exhilarating sensation sent pleasure racing alongside her blood.


Years and years went on and Alida found herself seeping further and further away from her family. Upon hitting her teen years, she'd been sneaking in and out of the house in the middle of the night, usually to meet up with her friends at a local public bar. A few shot backs and the rush would always follow her back home, and the same usual meet and greet with disappointed parents would be the likely result. However, they left it up to Alida to craft the own life in which she would live, never punishing her anymore for the wrong doing like when she was a child.


Sixteen- Seventeen-
Seventeen long years passed by, Alida had been blindingly screwing herself over, detaching herself from her family to even become aware of situations that went on around. And although she lived in the same house as them, she was usually never home, only out partying with her friends when day rose and fell.


It wasn't until the rainy day dawned on them, where Alida's final farewells were left unspoken to her mother. Sickness overtook her mother by years, just as alcohol overtook Alida, and while they were one in the same in the sense, one lasted just a little longer than the other. One would think Alida would kiss goodbye her life of killing herself over and over again, but it was alcohol that acted as a secret solace for the perishing of her mother. In which she could never whisper her apologies to and receive a response of forgiveness or disapproval from ever again.