Post by NOELLE MARSH on Jul 23, 2012 16:54:28 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;]HALEYCAT FULL NAME: noelle madelyn marsh ALIAS: elle, no-it-all, noel DATE OF BIRTH: military style ( day month year) AGE: 17 OCCUPATION: mcdonald's drive thru order taker SEXUALITY: straight PLAY BY: lily collins HIGH SCHOOL [style=background-color: #CAD1CE; border: 10px solid #CAD1CE; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #7A908E; text-align: center;]all about me it took years for the young girl to recover from her past. her name was written across every new station in the country as soon as she did not return home from school one day. noelle was kidnapped. she was closed off from the bright world at the young age of tweleve and even worse was that it was by a trusted family friend’s son who was only seventeen. he had always acted like an older brother to her, comforting her when those pesky pre-teen troubles brought her down or she felt like her parents never understood her. noelle was slightly mature for her age but she had a bright future and a bright outlook on life until the light was shut out when she was forced into the basement of the boy’s home and kept there for six whole months. those six months were the worst moments of her life as at first he said how much he loved her and she thought that was semi-sweet, but was very conflicted due to the fact that she was chained to the wall and unable to move. the wall behind her was stone, cold and her only source of comfort when she was left alone as she rocked in a fetal position in order to bring some warmth. a rag was kept over her mouth when his friends came over as the young boy lived on his own due to the wealth that he acquired through an early inheritance. he never shared her with anyone and the once social girl began to lose her mind slowly as the days grew longer. her thirteenth birthday was one for the book as it was her three months being kept in the basement and surprisingly, her captive was extra sweet to her. he let her go upstairs and take a shower, change her clothes, do a little makeup and even baked her a cake—but he watched her the whole time. too naïve and too young to think anything of it, she took the small opportunities to bask in the warmth that the sun gave through the kitchen window. [/style]but even that had to fade eventually and after dinner, and cake, the young boy took things too far with the even younger girl. with the scarf wrapped around her mouth once more, her screams went unheard as he pushed past kissing and took things to “the ultimate level”. her innocence was lost that day and everything that had once made the world bright was shut out. it was not the first time that male did it, but she was given a little more freedom as she was no longer chained up but able to move around as that night sealed their trust with one another. even worse, and most disgustingly to noelle was that she was actually falling in love with the boy who took her away from her world. he was her only friend now, her only lover, her only source of food and comfort. he became her boyfriend and her family and decided not to fight most of the nights that he wanted to consummate their love. noelle watched the days go by on the calendar when she was allowed in the kitchen, she was not allowed near doors or windows but she relished in the sunlight when it came through the kitchen. she was often like a cat and sat down on the floor, closing her eyes to remain hidden but able to help get a glow back to her pale skin. too many nights in the basement were soon replaced with nights in the bedroom and she never dared to sneak off as she actually had no idea of where she was—only to find out weeks later that she was only two streets over from her perfect middle class home. it felt like a normal day, chained to the basement wall in hopes that she would be able to go upstairs once he returned home from school. he left her food and water, and a little game board to play with in the form of scrabble which she often made up her own words or spelled out the words of “freedom” from time to time because it was what she really desired. she wanted to go home, she wanted him to come with and for all of this to be behind them and for her parents to accept what happened as just a flaw. she was brainwashed, believing that this male was actually the one for her, the love of her life. who came home was not who she expected as footsteps came booming down the eighteen steps to the girl who quickly moved into the shadows to hide away from the intruders. she heard her name being called and that was how she was rescued. the male was arrested and she ran into the arms of her mother and father who were waiting outside for her—and that was almost 7 years ago. now she is seventeen, and has been homeschooled since the incident until high school came around. her therapy sessions are better than they were and her ability to be around other people as improved. she is now able to be touched and go to school but the girl is still jumpy, and she still has nightmares of the before and the after. she has dreams of it reoccurring as the male proclaimed his undying love to her as he was being pulled away by the police and even more so was that he said he would never let her go. those words ringed in her mind for days, weeks even after the accident and it still causes random flashbacks to occur with something as simple as closing her locker. people know of her, but not of her story and she does not want to tell it or relive it. she feels ashamed that she could even think of that as love and even more so that she still has no idea what love really is—and that is her only idea of it. the girl is more sociable now, she is able to talk and carry a conversation but put her in a dark room or leave her alone and her mind starts to work back to those long six months. she is starting to come back into her own, smiley, happy, graceful and thinking herself as beautiful once more. she has no fear of the male breaking out of prison or being released early but she still has nightmares, ptsd as it is called. seeing as how the outside world was cut off from her for so long, the girl loves to be outside and she does not walk past the house that is still closed off that held her captive for so long. she tries not to think about how close it is and how much she missed out on. the outdoors is her frontier now, her room is her sanctuary and her parents are her two pillars of guidance, with all of those, the young girl is recovering from six months of pure torture. |
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