Elmo Mirabella D5

Have you ever seen a girl who thinks she’s perfect in every way? Perfect looks? Perfect personality? The perfect friend?

Well Elmo is the total opposite! Her dirty blonde hair hangs down to her waist, as a messy wavy curtain, parting down the middle. Elmo is very small; her small body is held up by two, well built, legs that endure a lot of running and physical work. Her right arm is scared and damaged from her earlier life experiences; one’s that she doesn’t like to remember. Her left arm is in not much better condition, but the reasons for this are due to her own doing.

Her small eyes are a beautiful sea green, they capture the suns light in their depths, but this still doesn’t affect, the hollow, painful, sad, lonely look that overpowers them, making it hard to hold her gaze. Her hollow cheeks are pale along with the rest of her skin, dull and colourless. Nothing about her is colourful, nothing about anything about her is colourful her life is dull and dark.

Her clothes reflects the way she feels. They are dark dull and colourless. The same thing every day, the same boring things, sometimes- nearly always- over fear, or sadness.

Elmo is very closed, not many people know anything about her. She never talks, and when she does it’s small and as quick as possible. People usually feel uncomfortable in long silence, awkward ones, but these silences are welcomed when it comes down to Elmo. Elmo prefers to be left alone, sitting quietly out of sight, observing the people and world around her. She learns a lot in these times, like the people who are nice or cheaters, people to look out for, people who cannot be trusted.

Elmo is definitely a person who doesn’t trust people, not even her parents, she cannot communicate with them nor do they really try to anymore with her, knowing that they won’t get anything out of her. Elmo trusts no one, and she says she never will, she tried once, and never again, they betrayed her, and crashed the weak trust she had for her and for anyone else in the future.

When Elmo gets angry, she gets angry. She doesn’t rant and rave, but she will stay isolated in her room or somewhere where no one will find her, not that anyone bothers. She likes the solitary life it suites her and how she rolls. Her past life experiences are why she fells this way and always will feel this way.

Elmo is so messed up. She trusts no one and lets no one in because of her mother. Elmo trusted her, and she betrayed her, she cut her down like piece of sting, she used her. When Elmo was younger she let her mother do everything for her just to see the smile she got, whenever she looked into her eyes. But that changed when her mother tried to drug her and sexually abuse her. Her own Mother did that to her and she never trusted anyone after that.

Her father died when she was born so she never got the chance to trust him. After her mother lost her trust, Elmo ran away, she ran Away and went to live on the streets, but soon was picked up by the community home, where she was fed enough to keep her alive, but no more than that, also they gave her a dry place to sleep. Life didn’t improve whilst living there but it was easier than living with her Mother and the thought of what she did to her.

Whilst living at the community home she became very depressed and began cutting herself to relive herself of the mental stress by turning it into physical pain, but she never got as far as the thought of killing herself, but she has been on the borderline before and it wasn’t a fun experience. Her depression ha caused her to do many silly and deadly things like curse and threaten the capitol whilst in the community home but people just brushed it away, they thought she was crazy.

Though Elmo has had a pretty negative childhood there is one person that she trusts to confinde her thoughts too. The only person that has ever heard her talk lately is the only person that Elmo cares to trust and comfort, her aunty. Her aunty saved her from her wretched moother, but was to sick to take care of her by her self. but Elmo doesn't mind, because every second day her aunty comes to vist her where she talks until her hearts content, these are her favourite days.

Life is as cold as stone if you don't voice your thoughts.....