Orchid October, District 1 FIN! :D

Name: Orchid October
Age: 18
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 1
Appearance:

Okay, let's start with the basics. Her name is Orchid, which I find to be a wonderful name. Her wavy, dark brown hair reaches down just past her slender shoulders. Big, innocent, green eyes captivate anyone that catches a glance. They reflect the pain, torture, and suffering she's seen recently, but nonetheless, she's beautiful. It's such a pity that people rarely see her and all her splendor. What a terrible, terrible thing.

She has full, naturally red lips that seem to be constantly parted. Oh, she could make anyone fall for her, she's ravishing. Her pale complexion is the result of living in a dark abode, with the curtains never opened, not even cracked. Her skin has not come to know the warming embrace of the sun, no, she will not go outside. She stays in her bedroom that's dimly lit by a few old candles. What a shame, what a shame.

Her height? Well I haven't seen her in quite a long time. But if I recall, she stands at about 5'3. Not too tall, not too short. She's a tiny darling, very, very slender. She reminds me of her momma. She has a small scar on her left cheek, but don't ask me how she got it, I do not know. But it's not noticable, some can't even tell it's there. She's a pretty sight, oh, yes that child is.

Personality:

Oh, Orchid was such a sweet, playful child before the "accident". Very vibrant and alive, you almost never saw her without a smile on her lips. Now, she's secluded and withdrawn, not talkin' to no one but the walls. I miss her, I miss her a lot. But my wishin' won't change the past, won't bring that child back.

The girl, she's schizophrenic. You know, she sees things, hallucinates, the mind plays tricks on her, whatever you wanna say. What a poor, sweet, baby, it changed her completely. This thing caused the "accident", yes it did. She didn't do it on purpose you know? The Orchid we all knew wouldn't harm a butterfly, this terrible sickness changed her.

Orchid was the perfect child. She said her pleases' and thank yous', helped out anyone less fortunante than herself. Oh she was pure too, still is in fact, her lips have never touched those of a man's. Oh precious darling, she probably won't find someone to call her own. Not being the way she is now at least. Oh, my poor child.

History:

Oh you want to know her history now, do you? No, I shall not tell you, but you shall read it. Here's the child's diary, I retrieved it from her house after the "accident". But I warn you my darling, it may be more than you can handle.

*You flip through the pages until you come to one where the date is circled in red ink. You decide to start reading there.*

January 10th,
I don't think this snow storm is ever going to end Diary. It's been two days already, and all I can see out my window is a white sheet plummeting down to the already covered earth. At least I get to spend some quality time with Mother. She's always working now, I rarely get to see her anymore, Father too.

At dinner tonight Mother and Father told me stories of when they were younger. I really enjoyed listening to the stories, expessially the one about how they fell in love. I wish I could find someone to sweep me off my feet like Father did to Mother. Maybe someday, I am only 16 now. Well Diary, it is getting late, so maybe I should head off to bed now.

Love,
Orchid

~ Diary, I can't sleep. I keep seeing these, things on my walls. Dark, shadowy figures that stare at me. I've never seen them before. They kept making these low, growling noises, but when I turned on my light, they were gone. I'm scared, I don't know what to do. I guess I'll just go to Mother and Father's room in hope that they won't follow me there.

January 11th,
The things didn't follow me into my parents room last night. I love how my parents are so understanding. Not once did they question my motives to sleep in there room, though I know they were thinking about it. Good news though, the snow has finally stopped! I was starting to think it wouldn't. Well that's all the news I have for now Diary, I'll write soon.

Love,
Orchid

January 14th,
I haven't seen the monsters for two days now. I hope they are gone for good, I'm scared of them. I told Momma about them and she started crying and held me in her arms. I wish I could hold on to that moment forever. Everything seemed right, like nothing was wrong in the first place. I love her. I'm going to go to bed now Diary, goodnight.

Sleep Tight,
Orchid

January 21st,
They wouldn't stop, Diary. They won't stop. WHY WON'T THEY STOP?! Mother and Father are gone. Dead. I didn't know it was them, I thought they were the monsters, thought they were out to get me. They were chasing me. I screamed and I begged for them to stop. I was cornered, I didn't know what to do. So I turned around, and snapped their necks. But then I saw them, collapsed on the floor, lifeless. Oh, why did I do that Diary? I thought it was the things, but it was them! Why is this happening to me?!

I don't know what to do now Diary, but I know I can't stay here. This, it's all too much. The monsters have been getting worse, now I see them all the time. Sitting, watching, as if they're waiting 'til the right moment. I need to get out of here Diary, and I'm afraid that this will be the last time you hear from me.

Orchid

They were such a picturesque family, that they were. Never had any problems, they were perfect. So kind and loving towards one another, they were. To everyone else too. Almost everyone in here in this town here owes some thing to that family. But they never expected anything in return, always give, never take. Little Orchid helped her parents out around the home, never hesitant to lend her hand. 'Tis a shame that she's where she's at now.

She stays in this old abandoned house on the outskirts of town. What she does there? Well that's a mystery to me my dear. I'd imagine she just stays there, locked up in those mysterious rooms. She doesn't come out, the poor girl. Never left that place since she killed 'em. But people care for her, you know. They don't dare forget all the times her and the family helped them. They were such a generous group, never holding back anything from anyone. Persons leave food and supplies on the porch of the house, but they never dare to go in. I don't blame the poor souls, I wouldn't either.

It's a beautiful house, the one she lives in. Though no one has ever seen the lights on, only the dim luminosity of a lit candle. Why she prefers to use this instead of normal electricity puzzles me, but I don't question her, she's a smart darling, yes. Oh I wish I could see her again.

*You brush your fingers over the pages of her diary. You can almost feel the emotions of her on the day of the "accident". Chills run down your spine as you close the book, revealing dark blood stains on the cloth cover.*

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Comments/Other:

I hope I didn't get too carried away with the whole, old, grandma story-teller talk. >.<

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