Lanie Fleck // D2 // FIN

This bio contains a lot of swearwords, as a warning
Name: Lanie Fleck
Age: Eighteen
District: Two
Gender: Female
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I look in the mirror, seeing my hair easily beyond waist length, not having been cut for way too long. It's a dark blond colour, the natural color. In the sun, It becomes a golden blond, like the sun itself, or a phoenix rising from the flames. And it belongs to me.

I particularly like my eyes, which are a beautiful blue color, which is like the top a a flame, gently glowing and flickering. I also have a virtually clean skin, no real ugly visible pockmarks. But many are hidden under the clothes wear. And they still make me feel uncomfortable where no one can see.

I'm about 5'3" and about 59kg, which is really small for my age. I don't really have muscles anywhere, but do women really need to do effort? The one thing that I would like to change is my skin colour, which is pale, cos well the sun's out there, and I'm well...here.



I guess that my life will always be this shit. I wish I was never ' born to that drugged-up bitch that was my mother, my guide in life, a fuckin' crackhead. But just that, was the start of things, the things that fucked up my life. I was looked as a piece of shit from that first day, but that was mama crackhead's fault. She got pregnant, she was so fuckin' high, she had no bloody clue what the fuck was going on. And they left, my life signed at that point. I was scum. I was fuckin' nothing; I was fuckin' illegitimate.

Then I came into the world. I was born, a child that was a mistake, unwanted. But give her due, mama crackhead looked after me, raising me normal, almost completely away from the drugs. But it couldn't be completely apart, for she was off her face on that fuckin' crack on every living moment. She tried to get off, get out, but it proved too hard for her. It was no use, cos she was so fucking deep in shit, and in the crack, that no matter what she fuckin' did, nothing ever fucking changes.

Well, and to be honest, nothing really happened until about 9. The money was running out from mama crackhead's habits, and really the only option was for me to sell the fuckin' stuff. A waste of fuckin' time and money. Drugs out, to pay for, guess what, fuckin' drugs. So, really I was stupid, and I got myself in trouble, selling crack on the streets, just to get fuckin' money to buy the food, to eat. I got further in, about 11, cos mama crackhead wasted so much fuckin' money, we were in serious trouble. And, boom. Everything changes. It all changes.

She overdosed. Mama crackhead fuckin' overdosed! How stupid is that! I was sent to the shitty orphanage, and I struggled to leave the dealing behind, but I couldn't. So I ran from the home, and went somewhere out of the way; a quiet cavern in a mining area, where almost no one went. Two years I lived there, getting food when I needed, otherwise never leaving. That was until I was came upon by a boy, the same age as I was. I thought it was over, but it never came to that. He looked after me; his rich family not knowing his secret. Me.

Alabaster, his name was. Alabaster Conan. Kept me hidden for another two whole years, where our feeling matured. He wanted to get married at 18, that I was the girl of his dreams, but I told it to him straight. You're the only one who has ever said that. The only person to love and to care me. And then his fuckin' parents found me. They more or less said fuck off and get paid by us, or we'll give you to the drug lords. So I took option one. It broke my heart, but if the gangs found me, my heart would no longer beat.

So I went. I watched him spiral down to depression from afar, hating every minute of it, hating my fucking life more through every second. So I turned to the drugs, like mama crackhead, but only certain types. Stuff that affects memory. I took it, and I visited Alabaster at his house, at night. I bit him, the drugs transferred, and he thought it was a dream. Just a dream. I did this three more times until I was just over 17. And then the drug lords found me.

I was treated like a slave, a thing, an owned object. And I was their plaything. Did what they wanted, and I wanted to die, to kill myself, to go the easy way. But the bastards wouldn't let me. They just let me go, and the horrors affect me still. But I have my goal now. And nothing, not even Ripred could fuckin' stop me now. I am Lanie Fleck. And I must reach my lover.