Post by scorpia on Oct 16, 2012 18:01:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]DAISY FULL NAME: SCORPIA RACHEL WOLFE ALIAS: SCOR DATE OF BIRTH: 1 JANUARY 1987 AGE: 25 OCCUPATION: PRESCHOOL TEACHER SEXUALITY: STRAIGHT PLAY BY: JESSICA ALBA TOURIST [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me Dear diary, [/style]So I've decided to start you up again. I remember that I used to write in you all the time, but after the whole thing with the guy wanting to kill me and all, I couldn't really keep my thoughts straight enough to sit down and write them down. Well, I'll tell you that that's quieted down. At least for now. Bennett says that he's still out there and that's why he's still protecting me. He's on another job currently, which is cool. I've got my job and Coral to keep me busy and keep my mind away from anything and well, everything. I worry too much about that man. I don't want our daughter to be without a father. I had a scare like that after he took that bullet for me two years ago. Okay, so we didn't have Coral back then, but I had already fallen in love with him by that point. Is that weird? I mean he is a good looking man, protective, strong. I guess the last two go with the job description, but something felt different about him. He felt safe, and I shouldn't have gone out without him that day. Okay, let me go back to the beginning... My name is Scorpia Rachel Wolfe, I am twenty-five years old and was born in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, but my family lived in the small town of Loris just north of the city. It was a nice little town. Not a lot of people, but that was okay, I grew up a little care free, no one really bugged me, or tried to hurt me. I always had my head in the clouds, and I guess I still kind of do, but that just makes me who I am. It shows that I haven't really changed much, especially after the whole killer thing. Sure, my head's a little more down to earth now, with Coral and everything, but every now and then when I get a moment alone, I dream just a little. What I dream about? It's never really anything specific. Sometimes it's what my daughter will be like when she's older, sometimes it's a fantasy world, where Bennett isn't undercover somewhere, and the two of us are married and the three of us are one happy family. I'm even expecting again in some of them. I would love to have another child. I love them so much. Soon Coral will even be old enough to start preschool. Although I'm not sure if I'll want her in my class. I believe that children who have teachers for parents should be either be enrolled in a separate school, or put into a separate class. That way, they can learn without the leniency that some teacher-parents would give their children. At least that's what I've seen in the past. High school, college. There was nothing very interesting happened. I wasn't very popular. I had friends, I had boyfriends, I went to parties, but I wasn't that girl that everyone wanted in their bed, or that everyone wanted to get to know. I was average. I was... The sweetheart. It was during my last year of college when the whole killer thing went down. I had come back to Loris for spring break, and was being hunted. I don't know what I did, or didn't do, but my parents had this guy start tailing me everywhere. This guy, was Bennett. At first I thought it was a little weird, I didn't like it, so I tried to stay away from him. I started to jog everyday just to grab some time to myself, and some days it worked and I wouldn't see him until I got back, but others, like the day I was finally attacked, he would find me and stick close. That day was probably the worst day of my life, and I hate to recall it, but for you Diary, I will. I try not to remember all the details of that afternoon. I remember going for my usual jog, ditching Bennett in the process. I had just finished my first mile when I was jumped. I was helpless, I couldn't get out. Luckily Bennett had come after me this time and was able save me the last minute, but was hurt in the process. The couple of months he was in that coma, I couldn't leave his side. I felt so bad for getting him hurt. I mean, I felt responsible for putting him there. He was protecting me, I get that, but I had wished that I hadn't been such a scardy cat and ran away from the man who was supposed to be protecting me. If I hadn't, maybe we wouldn't have been in that mess. Then again, maybe we wouldn't have slept together and then maybe I wouldn't have gotten pregnant and we wouldn't have Coral. I guess that it doesn't really matter now. What's past is past and I'm just looking towards the future. I'm looking towards the life I could have with my family, and diary, it feels good. I continue to live in constant fear that the man who attacked me will come back. I had heard that Bennett hadn't killed him, but he should be in jail? Right? I mean he did try to kill me. You know what, it doesn't matter. I'm just going to forget about that and go see Coral. She always makes me feel better when I start to think about it. It's been two years, but it still haunts me every night. I'm not going to lie when I say that I'm scared, because I'm terrified. I just don't let it show, it's one of my many flaws. I'm terrible at showing how I truly feel, my head likes to stay in the clouds, and I'm a little paranoid. But that's just me, I guess. But anyway, I'm going to skip out. I'm sure I'll update you soon. Love, Scor. |
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