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 Charlotte Light "How does one act normally when you have a parasite inside you?" general info
Charlotte  Vanessa Bothappearance Charlotte has short, near white blonde hair. Her body structure is fairly small with minimal physical strength. Nothing about Charlotte's body structure screams feminine. Her hips barely extend further than her rib cage and her overall physic is skinny; skinnier then the average adult female, but not enough to seem anorexic. Although her body suggests a typical skinny white girl, her chubby cheeks and doll-like eyes counteract the suggestion. Even though Charlotte wears relatively baggy and concealing clothing, she contains many scars all along her body. There are a few along her stomach, but majority of the scars are on back and outside of her thigh, way above the knee to be covered over with shorts or skirts. Typically, Charlotte never wears any overly suggestive clothing, and prefers to wear floral dresses and skirts with a baggy sweater or t-shirt. She carries around a small pale brown purse that slings over her chest and bumps against her hips as she walks. Regardless of her clothing, there will never be a time you see Charlotte without her prayer beads that her only friend has given her. (The Priest) The prayer beads's brown protection beads wrap around her wrist 3 times as the cross dangles from her arm. She'll occasionally wear the prayer around her neck, but she prefers and will almost always wear the prayer beads on her wrist. Vanessa is the opposite of Charlotte; not only in personality, but also in appearance. Where Charlotte's hair is short and near white, Vanessa's is long and black. In every way, their polar opposites of each other, much like yin and yang. Although, in that aspect, yin and yang cannot live without each other. Much related to Charlotte and Vanessa. Vanessa's figure is more provocative, and she knows it. Because Vanessa's body generally fills out more; when Charlotte transforms into Vanessa, her clothing doesn't exactly fit Vanessa properly. Though everything is perfectly covered, there's just more skin shown. The scars that Charlotte has on her body does not disappear upon transforming into Vanessa. They both share the body but in different forms, thus the scars that Charlotte possess will also be passed down to Vanessa's form. Unlike Charlotte, Vanessa's body contains a lot more strength. Upon morphing into Vanessa, not only does her body fill out suggestively, but also because of the slick muscle she contains. Her muscles aren't powerful or excessive, instead it suggests more efficient strength. Allowing her to move more quickly than Charlotte. In terms of clothing, because they both have no control over their shared ability, Vanessa doesn't have an option of wardrobe. Whatever Charlotte is wearing upon the shift is what Vanessa will be wearing. personality
Charlotte grew up only listening to Vanessa's voice constantly putting her down and making her feel small. It didn't help when people in reality also did the same to her, which shaped her into a more reserved person. The smallest of scenario can frighten Charlotte, making her act cowardly and proceed to avoid the problem; much like confrontations. She finds confrontation to be terrifying, and would rather run away than to face it head on. Generally in negative situations she'll except the worst possible outcome to happen. Vanessa tends to further encourage her negative thoughts by whispering more ideas into Charlotte's mind, and being her naive-self, Charlotte will believe Vanessa wholeheartedly. Even though Charlotte is a reserved and shy person, when faced with conversations she'll be as friendly and kind when speaking with the person regardless of whatever she might be feeling at the moment. When around other people she'll try her best to get others to like her and to avoid any possible hatred that the other person might feel towards her. Because of her difficult upbringing, she'll do anything for the other person before addressing her own issues. She'll be understanding in tough scenarios and empathetic to hardships the person may have. With her sensitive nature, she'll even share the emotions of the other person's feelings to become closer to that person than that of someone with an insensitive nature. For example; Vanessa. Vanessa on the other hand is the complete opposite. She loves to cause other people pain and could careless about how they feel afterwards. As long as it grants her some entertainment in her miserable life, Vanessa will gladly do it whenever and however she likes. Given that information, Vanessa would be the last person you could possible rely on (to Charlotte's dismay) because of her lack of care for the other person. She'll happily make you believe in her only to break you in the end for either entertainment or for her own gain. When it comes to competitions or being challenged by another person, Vanessa cannot help herself and will always accept the challenge. This will generally lead to Vanessa becoming viciously brutal both physically and verbally. Though she is constantly harsh and rude, when its some kind of competition its as if a switch went off and the level of cruelty she showed before doubles. When is comes to others, Vanessa loves to stretch as much pleasure from them until she becomes bored of them. She'll act dramatically and sarcastically to any kind of scenario regardless of the danger, just to get a hilarious reaction out of the person. During this point, she'll be observant to their reactions and how they interact to someone such as herself. Even though Vanessa could careless about anyone other than herself, she believes it best to know your enemies better than they know themselves. During her times of interactions with other people her personality can be captivating from how dramatic the change in her nature can be. If she isn't constantly insulting or physically harming you, she'll show a different demeanor. Instead she'll be very excitable and lively towards something criminal or uncivilized, revealing a deep passion for both topics. And if not given what she desires, Vanessa can then become very childish through whining and name calling. Though this can be alarming to some, especially those who've encounter Vanessa more than once, this is generally an act she'll put up for fun and to gather more information on how you react to such things. abilities CONDITIONAL TRANSFORMATION ~~~ Intermediate Conditional transformation is a type of transformation that prevents the user from transforming willingly. It sets a condition that would trigger the transformation, allowing the user to morph into their other form. The condition can vary depending on the user and can be easy to trigger or very difficult. In Charlotte's case the condition to trigger her transformation is feeling any heavily negative emotion. This will stimulate the ability and the morphing process between Charlotte and Vanessa will begin. This is a generally slow and painful process because not only is Charlotte turning into Vanessa, but she is becoming her. Her body will begin to shift into the shape of Vanessa who is taller and bigger in various parts of her body than Charlotte; meaning, Charlotte's muscles and bones must extend and grow beyond its original form. Not only is her body altering in shape and form, but Charlotte's and Vanessa's minds are shifting in their positions. (Vanessa being the primary one in the dark is now coming to the surface) This can sometimes result in both forms being present at the same time, especially if Charlotte fights against the transformation. When in the transformation state, Charlotte and Vanessa are vulnerable. Because this ability is an agonizing process, Charlotte can lose consciousness allowing for the transformation to continue more smoothly and Vanessa to appear mentally almost instantly. If Charlotte were to fight against the transformation, the pain will increase over the duration of time that she fights against it. Her fighting efforts are not always successful which will then result in her losing consciousness. When Vanessa is present, Charlotte is in a 'mental sleep', meaning she is not present in the mind and will not remember anything upon waking up. Though Vanessa is a different form and entity, her existence in the physical world is short. When she appears, it can be best described as an adrenaline rush. This means that Vanessa will be on a time-limited the entire time she is present and once that time runs out, the ability will reverse and Charlotte will return. The time can vary depending on the situation that caused Charlotte to feel the negative emotion. If it was only a mental breakdown, Vanessa will have a short amount of time to be present. However, if it was a life or death situation, Vanessa will have a longer time than any other situation. This does not mean that Vanessa will be present throughout the time of either situation. Once her time-limit ends, the ability will already begin the process of reversing. After the reversed process, Charlotte's body is too weak and fragile to go through another transformation. She'll need a long rest and plenty of nourishment to recover from the traumatic experience. The side-effects from using this ability for too long include; nausea, disorientation, drowsiness, headaches, and double vision as well as weakness in all muscles and joints. Charlotte and Vanessa do not have a lot of control over this power because of this condition only being reliant on Charlotte's emotions; which given her nature, she also has no control over. In time, Charlotte and Vanessa will grow more accustomed to this ability and hopefully begin to work together to control it. But as it stands now, they both lack control over the ability and constantly fight for who is in control over the body. DIVIDED MIND ~~~ Expert Divided mind is an ability closely related to the personality disorders. Its is where the user many have alternative personas present in their mind that all share the hosts body. These personas can be positive or negative to the original identity and some can even have different powers. Although these personas all look out for the original, it is apparent that some may attempt to over-write and take control over the original identity. Since Charlotte grew up with this ability, she's grown to understand how to control it. She is able to shut Vanessa's voice out of her mind occasionally and can prevent her from trying to trigger the transformation sometimes. Though this does not mean that Vanessa is complete silenced or can be confined to only be within Charlotte's mind. Given the fact these two have grown up with each other, Vanessa has also learned how to work around Charlotte's control over this ability by finding Charlotte's vulnerabilities. These can be hundreds of various things that will trigger Charlotte to go into a vulnerable mental state, allowing Vanessa to begin to take control, preventing Charlotte from shutting her out. Because Vanessa is caged inside Charlotte's mind, finding the vulnerabilities can be proven difficult, especially when Charlotte does have control and shuts her out. Sometimes this will lead to Vanessa having to wait for something to occur and trigger the attack on Charlotte's mental state before Vanessa can attempt to further initiate her vulnerabilities and start to take control of the ability. ENHANCED SPEED ~~~ Novice Simply said, this ability will increase the speed of the user from that of it species. Vanessa is the only one in control of this ability. She is still learning how to operate the ability because she is not use to being outside in the physical world. Having being confined inside Charlotte's mind for majority of her existence, she is unfamiliar with physical movement, especially since her movements are more enhanced than Charlotte's. This can sometimes lead to her tumbling, or becoming confused on how to move in a more normal speed as regular humans do. Within time Vanessa will become more accustomed to her enhanced ability and learn how to act normal or run quickly without stumbling over her feet. But for now, Vanessa is still adjusting and will continue to adjust to her powers. backstory Warning; this may contain physical abuse, murder, and self harm. Please read at your discretion. Charlotte's past is a very negative and sad story. Throughout her life she was faced with traumatic experience after traumatic experience. Whenever there was good to be given to her, it would only end in horror and death. Many people around her saw this as a sign that she was curse, or she was some kind of psychopath. Thus, they shunned her. Many times she would believe that is was some kind of holy challenge given to her by her lord. Each time she would be proven wrong and would have to face her tragedy in her sorrows. Even though she wouldn't remember much, she would always blame Vanessa for the horrific experienced and place all of her hatred onto the only thing left in her life that stayed with her through it all. Charlotte was never always in constant fear and thought the worst would happen. Let's go back, to a time when Charlotte still carried a heart made of gold before it slowly began to wither away. June 10th, 2009 Dear Diary, Dad pulled me out of school today. He said I wasn't allowed to go back to that place. He never stated why, and he never needed to. I could read it off of his face and because I saw the bills on the table this morning. They were going to turn the power off in our house if we didn't pay it soon. We're running out of money, and he blames me... He's always blamed me.. I've just been a burden to him the moment I was born. It's what he always says to me anyways, what he always calls me too.. A burden.. Someday I hope to prove to dad that I'm not a burden, that I'll bring money into the house and lots of it! One day he'll love me again! One day he'll come to me smiling from ear to ear like he does in the photos when he looks at mommy! One day he'll be proud of me! I just wish... that day was today... June 25th, 2009 Dear Diary, Being outside of school isn't so bad honestly. Those mean people aren't bothering me anymore and I can relish in my room writing inside my dairy and reading books! It's very fun! I'm not upset.. no.. I just.. really liked learning.. Isn't that why those kids called me a freak? Because I liked all subjects in school, and always tried my hardest? Or.. was it because of her.. because they sometimes caught me crying at my desk because her voice was so loud. I'm not really sure.. I want to go back to school and see my teachers again, they were nice to me; especially the older lady. She sometimes caught me reading bigger books than the other kids and she asked if I liked reading. I told her I enjoyed learning new things, all kinds of things. She gave me this really big book with so many interesting stories! She told me they were real! I got so excited! She made me so happy that day, and I never stopped reading the book she gave me! I even praying to him, asking him so many questions! She told he'll reply in his own holy way. I'm still waiting for his answer. December 23rd, 2009 Dear Diary, It's almost Jesus Christ's birthday! I'm eager to celebrate his birthday for the first time. I cannot believe I have spent my years not realizing that his birthday was on Christmas. Ms. Paisley comes and visits me from time to time, to see if I'm still reading his book. Which I am! During one of her visits she told me that Christmas was created to celebrate Jesus's birthday, but I told her I felt like it wasn't really celebrating him. We didn't have a cake or birthday gifts for him, we only got gifts for each other, it wasn't fair to him. Ms. Paisley kept telling me that God wanted his children to celebrate his birthday by celebrating it with each other, but I won't believe her! Who wants their birthday to be celebrated by people who celebrated it about each other!? It just wasn't fair! So Ms. Paisley told me that we'll celebrate his birthday in Church together and she'll bake a cake for Jesus. I cannot wait! Ms. Paisley is the best! I better get started on my gift for Jesus, so this is goodbye for now Diary. December 26th, 2009 Dear Diary. I didn't celebrate his birthday.. I'm holding his gift in my hand and I'm never going to be able to give it to him... I'm not allowed to see Ms. Paisley again.. I'm crying.. Because I'm sad.. Dad got so mad.. He started yelling again.. He was yelling at Ms. Paisley, he kept saying she was a conniving B word. He wouldn't stop yelling at her for trying to take me to Church. Ms. Paisley looked so upset. I really wanted to go to her and give her a hug and say "to make his mean words go away, you just don't listen".. But Dad wouldn't let me get past him. I tried really hard to get past him! But Dad is much stronger than me and he shoved me against the ground. I ended up falling and hitting my head; it still hurts, but it's nothing compared to what happened afterwards. I angered Dad more and he started directing his anger out on me. I was okay with this because at least Ms. Paisley wasn't going to be upset anymore. At least Dad wasn't angry at her anymore. I don't like it when he yells at other people. Its me he hates, I'm the one that took Mommy away from him.. He blames me.. He always blames me.. I wish Ms. Paisley never tried to protect me.. Now Dad says I'm not allowed to see her anymore.. and I'm not allowed outside of the house.. March 14th, 2010 Dear Diary, It's best not to bother Dad when he's angry like he was during Christmas day. Its best never to bother him about it afterwards either, but I was determined to go to Church and see God's paradise. So, I started to ask him today if I could go outside on Sundays, only for a little while! I promised him I wasn't going to be out longer than a couple of mins. Of course, he didn't care. He dismissed me, told me to shut up and leave him alone. But it wasn't a no! There's still hope! I'll see Ms. Paisley again! We'll go to Church with gifts to God and all will be well! I still have hope for the future! I know God will never leave me to this forbidden fate. This is only a test, I just need to show determination to get through his trials and God will praise me! Tomorrow, I'm going to go outside and head to church for a little while! Dad shouldn't mind, he didn't care today. Why would he care tomorrow? I'm coming Ms. Paisley! I promise we'll see each other again. March 16th, 2010 Dear Diary, I made a mistake! I shouldn't have went outside! Dad was so angry with me! He grabbed my hair and pulled me into the house. I could feel some of the strands of my hair be yanked out of my scalp! It hurt so much! I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face, and it only angered him more. He raised his hand and was prepared to punish me for my weakness. I closed my eyes, readying for the impact that was sure to come. I waited and waited, cutting out the sound of everything around me. I knew if I listened I'd become more scare and aware of my surrounding, only making this punishment worse than it needs to be. The impact of my father's palm never connected with my face and I began to wonder why, He never hesitated before, so why now? When I opened my eyes, I was surprised. A priest stood above me holding my Dad's wrist, telling him it isn't okay to harm our kin. He released my Dad's wrist; which he aggressively yanked back, rubbing his wrists as if the priest had held firmly to ensure I was not to be harmed. My eyes were wide, and I stared up at my hero with pure shock. I didn't know what to do or what to say. No one had ever cared to defend me besides Ms. Paisley, but when she did... I was further punished when she left... The priest's eyes scanned me over, checking my health before he extended his hand down like a gentlemen, lifting me up to my full stature. I was frightened, and relieved, and unsure of my next move.. What was I supposed to do? I didn't know this man, and he could have just done this to further harm me later. I mean that's what normally happens around men, right? It's what happens around Dad anyways... The priest must've been talking to me because the next thing I knew was he was grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the door. I was scared, so I yanked my hand back and screamed at him. I told him to go away, to leave me alone. I didn't know the man and he had no right to take me away from my home! This was my home!! I didn't see his expression when I turned away and ran upstairs to my bedroom.... I hope I didn't hurt his feelings... I was just scared... I was only scared... Please God.. Please tell him I meant no harm... September 5th, 2010 Dear Diary, After the whole incident, Dad hasn't laid another hand on me. I mean, how could he when the priest was constantly watching our house. He obviously tried not to look conspicuous, but it's sort of hard not to notice when the same dark suited man with a white collar always walked past our house, glancing inside the windows every now and then. I know he means well, but he doesn't understand how Dad can be.. He doesn't know that his calm and gentle gesture can cause more harm than what it's worth. Vanessa has been screaming at me lately.. Telling me to keep well away from the sacred place. Saying that the book Ms. Paisley gave me was more of a curse than it was a holy bible. She's been getting louder lately too.. It's getting harder to ignore her... I hope it's just because I'm overwhelmed with the current events that have occurred. I'm sure it is! It's just because I'm overwhelmed..! ...Right? October 28th, 2010 Dear Diary, I had enough! This priest was starting to become ridiculous and I was scared of what might happen if Dad started to notice he was around, stalking our house. Of course, that'd be while since Dad could hardly remember where the bathroom was when he was drunk. But regardless, I knew the outcome. I knew that if this kept up, he'll catch on and I was going to be punished for the priest's behaviour. I marched out that door the next time I noticed he was outside! I opened my mouth and stuck out my finger to him, prepared to give him the speech of his life! But... I-I... I froze.. Vanessa, of course, immediately chimed in and started to do her usual by judging my every action I made. The priest gave me a bewildered expression and asked if I was okay. I wanted to tell him "I was most certainly not okay with him patrolling my house like a creep!" but the words never formed and I sounded like an idiot, making strangled sounds instead. This only made me more furious with myself and the priest, but nothing could have been done about it. I huffed at him to expressed my frustration, but took a deep breath afterwards to calm myself and to think more clearly. I was glad I hadn't spoke my initial words because he was in fact, kind to me. Like Ms. Paisley, he invited me to Church. I told him that I couldn't go because the word 'Church' upsets my father, and well... We all know how that ended.. But, he was nice. He reassured me that he'd come to my house and walk me to the closest Church every Sunday, so I wouldn't feel so far away from home. I couldn't accept such kindness, especially after my reaction when we first met, but he insisted. I'm excited for this upcoming Sunday. I can't wait to go to Church! March 14th, 2013 Dear Diary, Mr. King and Ms. Paisley have been the greatest blessing of my life. Sometimes it feels like we're a real family! Mr. King managed to come by my house every Sunday morning and pick me up to take me to Church. Every time my birth-father fought against me going, and persisted to keep me locked indoors, Mr. King protected me. I could not thank him enough for the kindness he's showed me, but he insists to say that "this was what god would have wanted me to do." Regardless if this was done by the holy lord himself or Mr. King was just being modest, I have never stopped showing him my thanks. For once in my life, I felt an uplifting feeling. Vanessa even has gone more quiet and I barely hear from her nowadays. I feel safe, and happy for once. I'm not scared of my future, or even afraid of people as much anymore. Everything is looking so bright! Ms. Paisley and Mr. King are even helping me with my school work. Even though I'm not going to the public schools anymore, some teachers left me with books that I could read and learn from. Sneaky Ms. Paisley even brings by more advanced books from the school so I might learn from higher levels. Whenever I have a question or don't understand a subject; like algebra, I can bring it to them and they will show me and teach me inside the Church. It's wonderful! I'm finally starting to love and enjoy life! It's all thanks to them. I never thought I would ever find someone who could possibly care about me, not until these two wondrous people walked into my life and saved me from the darkness. Mr. King is even giving me counselling about my mother... For so long I blamed myself because my father always blamed me for her death. But... I'm understanding now that it wasn't my fault that she died giving birth to me. God thought it was best to bring her home to the heavens, in sacrifice for me to have a life. I never killed my mother. It was just her time to come home. Mr. King says that when it's my time to go home, I can return to my mom again. I could finally meet her for the first time in paradise. I can't wait to see her, but for now, I want to make her proud of me. One day I'll see you again Mom, just not right now. I love you, thank you for giving me life. March 17th, 2013 Dear Diary, Ms. Paisley... S-she... SHE'S GONE!! She gone and she's never coming back! I came out of my room, about to go to church and meet up with M-Ms... M-Ms. Paisley, but my birth-father stood in front of the exit, the stench of alcohol leaking off of him like a poison! I will never forget how he grinned at me... How his eyes lit up when he saw me round the corner of the stairs.. His filthy hand was on the wall, keeping him from tumbling to the ground. His eyes stared at me like a predator, ready to deliver the news of her death to me. Preparing to enjoy every part of my despair as I crumbles to pieces in front of him. But... he didn't have to because it was the television that spoke for him... "The kind hearted soul of Mariana Paisley was brutally murdered last night inside of her apartment room." ... I stopped breathing.. I could feel my heart sinking to my stomach, especially as I walked closer to the TV to see for myself; as if I couldn't believe my own ears, I needed my own eyes to tell me the truth. Images flashed across the screen revealing the crime scene. Everything went quiet.. Deathly quiet.. I heard no sound from the television, no voices outside the house, not even the vents around the house that were normally noisy. I heard nothing beside my own heart pounding against my rib cage and the words that my father spoke while I stared blankly at the TV; "The way she screamed was my favourite part of the night." I don't remember what happened afterwards.. Everything just went very very dark... March 19th, 2013 Dear Diary, I woke up outside of my house. I had no idea how I got here or what happened the night before. On March 17th I had plans with Ms. Paisle-... M-Ms. Paisley... S-She was found dead on March 17th... B-But its the 19th.. W-WHAT HAPPENED ON THE 18TH!? I-I don't understand.. My Memory is a bunch of fragments and I can't remember much. I was going to the church, and I heard the news... I was petrified by the announcement of her death, then I don't remember.. I remember I was under intensive pain and I was very angry, but I'm not sure as to why? Nothing is making any sense, then I heard her voice... "I have never felt more alive than when I could finally control your body, might we do it again?" I screamed! She controlled my body!? She managed to find a way to finally be able to take over my body!? My heart started to race, and so I got up and ran to the Church where I knew I could find Mr. King. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I could feel the chilling sensation of fear creeping through my veins. I barged through the front doors of the church, not caring about how many heads turned in my direction. I raced to Mr. King whose expression expressed deep concern for my well-being. He began to ask in his calm and caring voice what was wrong, but I fell to my knees and started to confess my horrible sin I begged Jesus every night to cure me of. The one miracle and kindness he had never granted me. Mr. King lowered himself to my level, lifting my head so we could lock eyes with each other as he continued to ask his questions of concern and care... But he paused.. I watched as his expression of worry slowly morphed into an emotion I knew to well... Fear... I had already known it was happening again because of the pain, but I bared through it, continuing to beg for God forgiveness and his mercy on my wretched soul. I begged him for a cure or miracle to get rid of the demon that possessed me. I continued to beg and plead to the Heavenly Father until the light went out and I could beg no more. March 22nd, 2013 Dear Diary, I feel awful. My entire body hurts, my head hurts, and I feel drowsy. I pulled myself up into a sitting position and braced myself, trying to feel more level headed. When I looked around, I found myself inside my bedroom sitting on my bed. I still had the clothes I wore on the 17th on; which had a foul stench coming off of them. I felt gross. I decided to take a shower and some pills to get rid of the pain that ached everywhere. It wasn't long until I started to recall all the events that had occur within the days before and the same chilling sensation ran through my veins once more. I needed to see Mr. King. I needed to talk to someone. I had to confess my sins and feel lifted again, like I had when confessing the events of my mother. After the shower, I got dressed and went back to the church. They wouldn't let me in... In fact, everyone was glaring at me, clinging to their crosses and wishing small prayers into them as I approached the building. I know those looks, the expression that shone in their eyes.. I was being shunned.. I was no longer welcomed here, but I couldn't accept it. Once I noticed the reality of things, I started crying. I felt like a part of me was breaking inside, as if I could physically feel my heart being torn apart piece by piece. I banged on the doors of the church, begging the churches forgiveness for the events that occurs days ago, saying that I came here to be cleansed of my disease. But to no avail, they left me alone outside the Church. After exhausting myself of begging, I stank to the ground and began to weep. I curled myself into a tight ball and cried into my knees, letting my tears trail their way down my leg and leaving a small remnants of itself on the concrete beneath my feet. That's when I heard the doors of the church creek open and Mr. King emerge behind the doors. I felt relieved to see his face. I felt like I was finally going to be saved and someone was going to take care of me. I looked up at him, tears still staining my cheeks, and with one glance I knew... I knew I wasn't being saved.. His eyes were hard, and cold. He showed no care as he had once before and he stared down at me with this disgusted expression. It hurt to see him like that, to look at me like that. Like everyone else. He was suppose to be different, he cared and accepted me... Now he didn't.. And that hurt.. But nothing will compare to the pain I felt when he opened his mouth and that once smooth and calming voice changed into this bitter and cruel tone... ..."You do not belong in heaven. God will never accept you into heaven. You were meant to go to hell, that is where you belong." ... My world shattered.. My last living friend.. The last person alive I thought I could trust.. He left me to be consumed by the darkness.. I couldn't control myself.. I never felt the pain this time when it happened... I was too distracted by the pain that was consuming me from the inside... So I closed my eyes, and I let her come alive... ..and I showed them what it really means to feel pain... March 25th, 2019 Dear Diary, I will never discuss the events of my past, for I have learned that no one will accept me for me. The only person I can rely upon is Vanessa. I moved to this city called Lorsette. I got a job at the Crescent Moon Café where I work as a waitress, serving coffee to customers. I like it here even if there is a war going on at the moment between two different opinionated people and various species. Vanessa has been bothering me to join, but I decided against it because I do not know this town or its people very well. I also am too afraid of hurting people as I have done so in the past, so she'll just have to accept that. No one knows who I am and no one knows that happened in my hometown. I'd like to keep it that way. misc
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