Alexandria Jayden Deviant:
Age: 15
Appearance: 5'7" 125lbs, 'a' cup chest, size 2 jeans, manic panic rockabilly blue hair with purple bangs and blonde underneath to just below her breasts, pale, amber eyes.
Piercings: nose, eyebrow, lower belly button, snakebites, and hips.
Tattoos: Memento Mori (across chest), Wings (one a dragons the other an angel across back), bar code (right wrist), says Rebelled (across knuckles), and a dragon winding down her right leg
From: Saint Cloud, Minnesota
Some Background: She's been hospitalized for the past year for depression and self-harm, now she is being released and hoping to start over, without anyone knowing about her hospitalization and struggle over her mental health.
AUTHOR SPEAKING: I know a lot of people think depression and mental illness gets over used in stories, but the facts are that depression and self-harm are a problem in life, people do suffer from it, so I am going to involve it within this story… A bit of this story is based off me and my experiences, not all of it but some. I do not plan to have this story revolve around depression, not at all, I just felt I needed to write about problems real people have.
On to the story… it's a little short because I just wanted to get something out there to get the story going, the chapters will lengthen up as the story continues.
Alex's point of view;
I took one last look around the small white room, feeling nervous about leaving the hospital that has been my home for about a year. I had already packed the few belongings that I have; clothes, CDs, a few pairs of boots, sketch pad, art supplies, books, notebooks and my IPod. Physically I'm ready. I'm ready to start over, to not be seen as the 'mental' or 'crazy' one. Mentally is a different story, depression doesn't just go away, it's always hiding in the shadows, ready to rear its ugly head. Maybe that's why I need to leave, I may not be able to disperse the depression, but maybe I can hide it from the rest of the world.
Before leaving the hospital, I stopped off at one of the monitored computers and searched for where to go. I need a small town, not many people, preferably without too much sun; I like jeans and sweatshirt weather. After about half an hour of searching, I finally narrowed down my decision. I know exactly where I'll go.
Before I could leave, I need to make a quick stop. There is an organization called PWE; Protect With Equality. Since I am emancipated and have been hospitalized for mental illness, this organization is paying for the rent for the first month in an apartment around any place I choose to stay, to help me get restarted living freely. I had to stop at the organization and let them know where I have decided to live. I plan to get a job within the first month while the rent is paid for then slowly pay PWE back with donations whenever I have the extra money to do so.
One of the nurses from the hospital dropped me off at the organizations home office. Luckily the office was next door to where I have to go to catch my flight to Seattle, so I can walk there. I waited in the office for ten minutes before being called back to talk to one of the leaders of the organization. He was a tall man about 6'4" and stocky, but he had a soft expression on his faced, making him seem more welcoming and friendly.
"What can I do for you today Ms. Deviant?" he asked, his voice laced with exasperated kindness. He must be tired of dealing with "mental" people all the time.
"I'm here to decide where I will be living from now on. I'm going to Forks, Washington." I said lightly. I really wanted to snap at him for how he was speaking in that annoyed tone but I decide its best not mess with the guy writing the check for your new apartment.
"Alright." He said, quickly going into his computer and reserving me an apartment, and he then paid for it online too so I didn't need to keep track of a check.
I thanked him quickly then headed off to buy my plane ticket. It was about a five minute walk, with dodging through all the people leaving the airport. Once I got inside, I went straight to go buy the ticket, once that was done I still had a two hour wait till the flight actually left, so I placed my ear buds in my ears, listening to Bring Me The Horizon on repeat. I sat like that for an hour and a half and decided to use that last half an hour to get comfortable in my seat on the plane, and hopefully fall asleep before anybody can sit by me.
Once I got settled, I placed my ear buds back in and slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking about and hoping for Forks to be the right choice for me, small secluded and maybe I'll even be able to be normal again. No longer be the 'crazy' one. I'll just be me.
AUTHOR SPEAKING: once again sorry it isn't much; the next chapter will be longer. I'm not one of those authors who will refuse to update because they didn't get any reviews but I just want to say I have never been thde best writer so I'd really like constructive criticism, I need it. I used to have a different account on this site but I never got into it so I'm trying again, so please help me become better writer and feel free to harass med when I don't update often enough. Thanks everyone.