Genesis Tayber, District 2

Genesis Tayber, District 2 Dec 16, 2010 20:53:58 GMT -5

Post by Ray on Dec 16, 2010 20:53:58 GMT -5

Does, Thinks, Says, Hears

.:Full Name:.
Genesis Eve Tayber

.:Age:.
Seventeen

.:Home:.
District Two

What They See

A little piece of me grows old
I keep on walking down this road
I've seen a million people change
But I will stay the same

When people look at you, who do they see? Perhaps an average, if fairly pretty teenage girl, but that’s all they’ll ever notice, isn’t it? Put simply, a pretty face. Yes, admit it, you’re pretty. Maybe most don’t see it because you turn them away. Let me explain. The first thing they will notice is your eyes. Beautiful, almond shaped eyes of a rich chocolate brown. People will say that they are deep and warm. You don’t see it, though. When you look in the mirror, all you see is dark and emptiness. If eyes are the windows to the soul, perhaps yours is the better description.

Let’s move on. Below your eyes is your nose, long and slightly pointed. You have pouty red lips that are more often pulled down into a frown than upturned. The combination of these features leaves you looking bitter and cold most of the time. It’s this iciness that turns the people away. You could be truly lovely if you tried smiling more often.

Your thin face is framed by dark, midnight locks of hair. Your sleek hair rolls in waves over your shoulders and down your back. The darkness of your hair contrasts nicely with the pale creaminess of your skin. The skin is smooth and unmarred by blemishes; at least, there are no marks on your face. People do get uncomfortable when they see the marks on your arms though. The angry red marks running up and down your arms are far too uniform to be an accident. The burn marks are intended to send a message, though, aren’t they? Don’t mess with me. Don’t come near me. Just walk away.

I think I’m finished talking about your face. A person can only talk about a face for so long, you know what I mean? Like your face, the rest of your body is thin. You are lithe and willowy, “built for running,” as the family would say. But you despise that description, don’t you? Because it means you are like Them.

Now let me talk about something that is more in your control, your style of dress. The way a person dresses can say a lot about them. You dress plainly, in simple clothes that, by design, help you to blend in. Your wardrobe is, for all intents and purposes, unremarkable. You rarely accessorize, and when you do, it is out of necessity, such as official district goings-on. Now do you see what I mean about clothes describing the person?

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What I See

I'm sure I've seen this look before
Done a thousand times and a million more
How many lies did he tell this time?

I realize that I haven’t been entirely fair to you. I have only told you about your faults, ignoring the good qualities you possess. If this has offended you, I’m sorry to say you with be disappointed with this next segment as well. Now, you may seem like a perfectly normal, happy teenage girl. However, that would be appearances, and I am now describing your character. You are far different from the way you seem, aren’t you? From what I have seen, you are mainly a loner. You don’t often converse with other people, and when you do, it is to say something cold and cynical. I find myself using the word cold to describe you a lot. The word fits, doesn’t it? A perfectly icy word for a perfectly icy girl.

You put up a wall between yourself and others, shutting out the outside world. You assume the worst in people, even when you haven’t seen them do anything wrong, yet. There are few people that you get along with, but you get along with them very well. You have such potential to be a socialite, but you choose to ignore this side of yourself. That’s alright, though, because if you try hard enough you can usually find something to irritate you in most people.

I truly am sorry about this. I’ve gone and made you seem like a terrible person, which you most certainly are not. You are not always the most likeable person, but you aren’t horrible by any means. To be honest, you used to be a perfectly wonderful person, or at least you pretend to be one. Nobody can remember that time now. It was so long ago.

You are, however, still loyal to the people who stood by you during your drastic change. Only your true friends, few and far between as they may be, can see who you are through the pretense; someone who is trying desperately to be different.

What You’ve Seen

And maybe someday you will grow
Maybe someday you will know
Maybe someday you will end these tears and go

I swear I’m done judging you now. From this point forward, I leave you only with the facts of your past. That doesn’t necessarily mean it will be less difficult for you, I’m afraid. You don’t have a very pleasant history.

Let me start from the very beginning. You were born into a family of five. Your parents were surgeons, and it is from them that you got your interest in medicine. They were highly respected, so the family was well off. You and your two sisters (Eden Grace and Serena Rose) never wanted for anything. You were taken care of in every aspect, from private tutors to give you the best education, to any luxury item your heart could desire. In return, your parents expected you to be examples. Role models for how the perfect children should be; and you were. You three children were everything a parent could want in a child: intelligent, pretty, kind, and well-behaved in social situations. You behaved the same, for fear of disappointing your parents and hurting their reputations. They were everything to you, weren’t they?

Though your life was wonderful, you just couldn’t stand living like that. Genesis, Eden, and Serena. You were altogether perfect; but in your opinion, you were exactly alike in every way. You thought that neither of your sisters ever had an original idea, that they never did anything out of the ordinary. They would just continue to do as they were told forever. You were terrified of suffering the same fate. It was the day you fully realized this that you decided to change.
Everyone noticed this complete switch in character, didn’t they? It was impossible to ignore. You started acting out. You rarely went to school, questioned any and all authority. You stopped caring about the world’s perception of you. It must have been difficult for you, at first. Changing overnight is not an easy task. Being perfect was all you’d ever known, and old habits die hard.

Sometimes you would slip up and do something right, but you kept up the charade pretty well for the most part. In reality, I think the girl you used to be had no chance to survive. You shoved her away, locked up tight in the far recesses of your mind, made sure that she would never see the light of day again. I think I know the reason. You were just tired. You were tired of always being grouped with your sisters, tired of being a duplicate.

At first, your parents thought it was just a phase that you’d grow out of. As time passed, though, people started to see you differently; and that’s not in a positive way. That was okay with you. When people called you a disappointment, it didn’t bother you like it might have before. You stopped caring what people thought of you, because the horrible things they thought were compliments in your eyes. Being a freak was synonymous with being your own person. Soon, just changing your attitude wasn’t enough. People still thought you would turn your life around, go back to being good again. You felt stuck, helpless. That was when you started hurting yourself. The pain made you feel better, for a short time, but it never took the feelings away. You were trapped.

Eventually, you realized the only way to get away from the legacy your family had created for you was to disconnect completely from all aspects of your former life. You packed up what little you could call your own and left. You moved in to a small apartment over a doctor’s office, and began working there as an assistant to pay for your rent. Although you sometimes yearn for the days when people saw you as perfect, I know you’re happier there. At least now you can be your own person, instead of part of a matched set. You’re not a copy of anyone.

It won't help me but I have to ask
Is there something real that's behind the mask?

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