St. Clair ; Skyix

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Name: Skyix St. Clair
Age: Sixteen
Face Claim: Jac Vanek

[Way B A C K]

History: This girl here was born into a pathetic alcoholic family. Her father drank, and was gone all night. Her mother, drank but had to stay home for her, and her sister. Her and her sister, were identical twins. And were very proud of it. They were proud that they could wear different things, yet no one could tell them apart. It seemed to be an amazing power, and gift. Seeing how they often could feel how or what each other felt. If Victoria was sad, Skyix was sad. If Skyix was happy, Victoria was happy. It all depended on the feeling.

Well one day, a long time ago, back when the twins were about five, Victoria had been put into a foster home. The government thought that the home wasn’t suitable for the children. Which was true. However, Skyix had been hidden in an unknown basement. The government never got her. Which was very, very bad. For when Sky turned about fourteen, some stranger kidnapped her from her school, and took her to his home.

The walls that day, saw some very horrid things. Skyix was put into critical care. She stayed hanging onto life for what seemed like years. When it just seemed to be three months. Her parents hated the fact that they had to pay for her health. They blamed the incident on her not being careful enough. Oh how wrong could they be? It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault other than that man. The police never caught the man either.

But soon, she was taken into a foster home. Leaving the violence behind. One day, her adoptive parents went to get her physically checked by a doctor. They soon found out, that she was starving herself, and that the bruises and cuts on her sides were from physical abuse. The parents thought it was her biological parents, for no one besides her real parents knew about the man. That and the man thought he could take advantage of a young girl.

Either way, her foster parents were starting to run out of money. She was sent here for work, because it was the only way that she could get money to help. Each month, she’d send them about a hundred dollars to help with the groceries. However, she doesnt think she'll work, shes waiting to see what'll happen.
Personality: Sky is rather shy. Doesn’t trust easily, and has a hard time understanding things if said too fast. She is strong willed, and will do anything to keep what happened to her, from happening to anyone else. It was a horrible thing, and something no one should wish upon someone else. She starves herself, and never ever eats. Maybe once a day. However, she isn’t anorexic. She’s not that strong, physically. But gets by with what she’s got as everyone else does. You just have to live with the things you create. That’s what her parents did. Even if they hated their twins. All in all, she’s a great person to know, and has been through some pretty bad times
Family: Carolina Reece-mother-, Damien St. Clair -father-
Relations: Nooobody

[E N D I N G]

Passcode: Aaron
Example Post:

In the light of the morning, alone I sat here under the lavendar branches from the weeping willows. The darkness feeling like home from the bright white lights of the hospital. It was too... Strange for me. Too many bright lights, walls, floors. The smell of starilyzed halls. And the fact that there weren't many new people here, besides me. I guess I was the first. And only. I hadn't seen anyone else, but had heard of a boy. And he was like me. Shocker much, I know. I sighed and lifted my head toward the sky, closing my eyes. Listening to the birds screaming and calling at each other. Telling each other how much they were free.

Now I have to admit, I was very very envious of those poor little crows. Heh, poor is right.. Not. If they were poor, they wouldn't be anywhere. If they were poor, theyd be like me, and not free. Stuck inside this cage thats supposed to help us. I'd much rather be dead however. I dont think I could stand being alive after what happened. With my black lids covering my eyes, I replayed all the memories in my head. My mother on the ground, with the shot gun in her hand. My father laying on his back, with his eyes wide open.

I visibly shuddered at the thought. I hated it. I hated them. They left me alone. And thought I'd be just fine. Ha. Now if only they could see me. I opened my eyes studying the patterns in the leaves. They never got old. They were always new, always changing. A big gust of wind came, blowing purple and pink leaves around me. As if someone who loved me, were running their hand across my cheek, showing me how much they loved me. I sighed and looked down. My green eye dull and lifeless. My blue eye longing and confused.

I sat there alone. Wishing for someone to bring something to keep me company. To keep me from thinking of my wrists. To keep me from having that burning sensation on my wrists. The scars that spelt out 'sorry' and 'why'. They just burn with the thought. The burning, however, is a great feeling. Just hurtful to the inside of me. Granted, I could care less, but they are driving me insane not having anything to do anything to myself with. It was insane. I looked up at the sky again, wondering what the world would bring today. My longing blue eye, and my lifeless green one.

[hold it together,
birds of a feather,
nothing but lies and crooked wings.
i have the answer,
spreading the cancer,
you are the faith inside me
..
fly over me evil angel,
why cant i breath evil angel?]

[Darius Tyson]

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