Post by MITCHELL KLATIK on Nov 7, 2012 22:04:18 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: mitchell parker klatik ALIAS: mitch, chell, mitty, mp DATE OF BIRTH: 13.12.1990 AGE: twenty twenty OCCUPATION: city tour guide/information booth SEXUALITY: straight PLAY BY: andrew garfield LOCAL [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me [style=font-family: wire one; font-size: 20px; width: 270px; border-bottom: 1px solid #65727A;]why did you do it? you make it seem as though i raped or murdered the girl in her sleep, I did no such thing and I could not bear the thought of doing that to her. she was my best friend, the light of my life and saying “it” made it seem like a negative thing should be attached to the word. I never actually did anything to her, just manipulated the situation to shield her from the bad that her life had become. she is such an angel, sweet and caring and the idea of someone laying their hands on her is enough to make my passive personality switch gears. i never actually hurt her, her physical being is still intact and though her memory is a little warped, it’s for the better. the lies that i informed her of was to save her from herself, from her family and from the male that had her heart. there is no way to refute the accusation that i am in love with her because i am and always have been. she is beautiful inside and out and …I couldn’t let her turn back to the hurt, the hate and abuse, it was unfair and so, I lied. I told her that she was my fiancé, that her life was basically perfect in every sense of the word and though that is not true in the slightest—it felt right to do. so I did it to protect her, to be there for her moreso than I already had been. the lies due to the accident, willow has no memory—or not much. she was unable to recall a lot of past and present information and the opportunity seemed right because the nurse would not let me see her unless I was family and I informed her that were married just to that I could be by her side while she was lying in the hospital bed. I cried, I smiled, I was full of hope though that she would open her eyes and when she did and asked who I was, I just blurted the words out, I never actually intended to do this but it seemed plausible as I was technically in her memory in some sense and she said my face was familiar and it would be since were friends for most of our lives. these are the things that I told her… 1) telling her that she was my fiancé: it was a lie but it’s a fantasy that I had since I was a child as I wanted her, in more ways than once. we have been friends for years, grew up side by side and as we matured, so did the feelings for the girl that never seemed to vanish and no matter how many times that I asked her out in middle school, high school—she always said no. I understand why in all respects as our friendship was something precious and I cherished it but it was becoming too hard to just sit by and watch her move from guy to guy and then even worse when patrick came along. he was the worst of them all and worst thing was, she spoke about him as though he was the bees knees because she was so blinded by the fact that he was demanding and cruel to her. she used to say that I was stalking her, that I was making her life hell and even worse was that because patrick said those things, that she believed them. anything that the male said was scrutinized as being the truth in her eyes and it killed me. i was not a stalker, but I knew her schedule and I knew when she would be without her boyfriend but those times because less and less as patrick became more demanding and she became more complaisant with his demands—including cutting ties with me. when those big eyes looked into mine, black and blue but still looking beautiful as ever as though she had woken up from a long nap, I told her that we were together. it’s a lie, it’s a huge one and I hate myself for it, there is always an elephant in the room when she is around but I love her, and I always had and I just want her to have the best things in life and if she could not see that patrick was not that, then maybe she will see it with another guy. 2) that her parents had left her: that was a complete lie that I told her to protect her fragile heart as she was always such a good person but like I stated before, the male who took her heart messed everything up and this would include this aspect of her life as well. when she began to date Patrick, her parents rejected the idea and willow walked out on them thinking that her heart was being more true than the common sense that she seemed to have lost when she gave her heart away. I could not bear the idea of her thinking that she had turned her back on two rather reliable people and though she had walked out on them, I keep her mother rather informed of her life—or well what used to be her life. the accident has really messed everything up and her mother is not approving of what I did but like I said, it was an impulsive. the truth that i told her 3) that I loved her: that is not a lie. that love developed when we were younger and playfully joking around about getting married. the hormones of my teenage years did nothing to help that either and when I asked her out for the first time in grade 8, she rejected me almost instantly. I knew that she felt something, or I guess I told myself that she did but it really hurt. I let it go for another half year before trying again, I asked her to dances, to movies, just to hang out and she would agree but only if it was as friends. my feelings for her grew and grew and when she announced her attachment for a male by the name of Patrick, I hated my life. I wanted everything in the world to end there because I felt like nothing was going to be right anymore. this boy of hers found me to be a threat, as her best friend, convincing her that I was a stalker and that I watched her when she slept and did all of these other disgusting acts. I never followed willow anywhere but he claimed that I did, yes I loved her, and I still do and…sure, what I did was wrong but he was brainwashing her to the point that she was forgetting about her past and how important we were to her future. do I regret it? that is a touchy question, tough to think of the right answer but I suppose a yes and no is in order for the verdict here. people would claim for me to be insane when I confessed to what I did to a fair few people but they realized my point of view when the entirety of the situation was given to them. I claim to say that I love her and I do, that’s why I did what I did. what would you do to protect those that you loved most? willow has been the constant in my life with my mother’s inability to make the decision to stay only to return months later pleading to my alcoholic father who gladly takes her back and then chases her away again with verbal words. I don’t want a relationship like that, I want one full of honesty and truth, people to see the pair of us together and be jealous of what we feel for one another and how we look at one another—willow was always that girl standing next to me, being admired. she is such a beautiful soul, down to earth but sassy as well and I just wish it did not have to be this way but I had to protect her and I already promised her that I would protect her from anything in the world—even herself. [/style] |
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