Post by charity delecourt on Jul 14, 2011 19:11:37 GMT -5
Charity Leanna Delecourt
"All of our unhappiness comes from our inability to be alone."
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NAME Charity Leanna Delecourt
GENDER Female
NICKNAMES Chair
AGE 17
GRADE junior
SEXUALITY Striaght
SECRETS i hate my step-father; he abuses me. i failed a suicide attempt
PLAYED BY Taylor Momsen
HI I'M CHARITY AND THIS IS ME:
My parents had me when they were both only 15. Not the proudest moment of my mother’s life. She had only slept with my father because she was drunk and one of her friends had dared her to do it. When she found out she was pregnant she wanted to get an abortion but my father, being from a wealthy and religious family, begged her not to. He said he would take me and her and she would never have to worry about anything. He would take care of her. So my mother decided to stay with him, since he had money and she would never have to work a day in her life.
My father was the one who took care of me while I was growing up. Even though he was young he was very good at being a father, He taught me everything he knew. It was from him that I got my love for books. He would sit with me and we would read together every night. I was happy with my life even though my mother was never apart of it. She was normally shopping or out clubbing. By the time I was 12 I realized she was out with other men every night, but my father never left her because she threatened to take me away from him.
When I turned 14 my dad got sick and didn’t get better. He died that year, leaving me all of his fortune, but I wasn’t allowed to touch it until I turned 18. Until then my mother was to take care of my funds. Which she did…she made sure to go all out and spend almost everything my dad had left for me. Then if that wasn’t bad enough she got re-married to a man named Paul. He was a big man and constantly drunk. The beatings started only a week after he married my mother. Sometimes they were not that bad. Other times he would break my arm or my ribs. Him and my mother would lie and say that I had fallen down the stairs and things like that. I was to afraid to tell the doctors the truth. It got so bad that I began to think about killing myself, so I could go be with my dad and be happy again.
When I was 16 I cut my wrists, hoping that it would end my life. I laid there in the cemetery near my fathers grave and waited for the life to drain out of me. As it did I began to get scared, and regret that I had done it in the first place. I thought it was to late and closed my eyes and prayed, waiting for everything to go black. Instead one of the neighbors found me out in the cemetery bleeding to death and saved my life.
After that my mother got tired of me and sent me to a school where I would stay in a dorm and she wouldn’t have to be bothered with me. So far it’s the best thing that has happened to me since my father died.
YOUR NAME Jess
SOMETHING AWESOME
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