So hello if you know me has Nukia or Nukian! This is my new profile and I'm now TheHeartlessLollie
This is the beginning of my rewrite of Beyond This Love, I'm not sure if many of my old readers will like the rewrite because there will be a lot of changes made throughout my fanfiction. I think some of my readers know the situation I'm in right now, so bear with me and be patient because I don't have a clue what I'm doing right now. I'm also trying out a new style of writing, I've turned SJ into an oc now and I hope you like her. Also if my old readers are reading this then I would like to say thank you for checking out my rewrite and The Wammy House Memories will be rewrite has a separate fanfiction.
I hope you guys like the first chapter of my rewrite of Beyond This Love, I know it will be different and I just hope I can rewrite it all over again! I'm pretty nervous right now, so be gently with me because my creativity is very low.
Chapter 1!
Once upon a time sounds too sweet to begin my story, but my story is far from a fairy tale. My real name is Elizabeth Mirabella Mayhem, but mostly these days I'm known as Lily Marie Tayler or SJ. I was born on the 5th of November 1984 in the town of Oxford, England. I ran away to Los Angeles from England with my friend nearly 2 years ago, well he's kind of my friend and I guess you could say our friendship grew into a strange relationship over the past year.
I'm nothing special, dark brown hair and bright green eyes. I wouldn't call myself pretty, I'm more of a plain person than a bright and vibrant one. When I was little I always wanted to be a makeup artist for a big Hollywood Corporation, but that all changed after my Mother died not long after I turned 8 and I had to move to Winchester to live with my Great Aunt Thora in her medium sized cottage with her housekeeper Rose.
My Great Aunt Thora was a quite strict old woman, she always made me eat all of my vegetables and wash behind my ears. before bed. She wanted me to grow up to be a proper young lady, but there was no hope of me becoming a proper young lady because all I wanted to do was roll around in the mud and climb trees with a couple of orphans from a local orphanage where I lived. I guess you could say that's where I met two of my closest friends, A and Beyond Birthday.
You see, my Great Aunt Thora was an heiress to some well known engineering company back in the 1950's. I never asked what they engineered because everything that my Aunt spoke about was uninteresting and her breath smelt of oranges half the time so I never sat to close to her or listened to what she had to say when we had lunch together. Anyway, she put a lot of her fortune into local businesses and charities since the 1970's. I think that's how she became friends with Quillsh Wammy, she generously donated large amounts of her money to his many orphanages around the world and especially to one he founded after World War II which was located in Winchester.
I always liked Mr Wammy, he use sneak me lollipops when my Aunt wasn't looking and insisted that I called him Quilish or Watari even if my Aunt use to say " It's not appropriate for a young child to call their elders by their first name, it's bad form!" He often took afternoon tea with my Aunt at her cottage when he was in town, he use to bring A with him sometimes so I would have someone to play with and talk to while they spoke about businesses or their past.
This is how my life carried on for years, I guess you could say I had a happy childhood with comfortable home and a few good friends. But it all changed a few weeks after I turned 13, my Aunt got really sick and bedridden. I use to sit by her bedside sometimes and watch her sleep. On the rare occasions when she was conscious she would tell me many stories about the time she lived in Egypt in her twenties, she had a very full life when she was young. I would also sit and read some of her favorite childhood books to her while she had her afternoon tea, it was nice because I was learning more about her.
Sadly my Great Aunt passed away on the 2nd of December 1997, she had left me all of her estate and I inherited most of her fortune seeing as I was her only living relative. But I was only 13 with no legal guardian, that's when Watari stepped in and arranged for me to be placed at The Wammy House. The arrangement was that I would stay there until I turned 18, I would also participate in all of the classes and gain a good education while I stayed there.
The classes at The Wammy House were really hard at times, I struggled through most of them. The caretaker of The Wammy House had made it known on several occasions to Watari that I shouldn't be there, he was such horrible man. Roger Ruvie was a grumpy old man, he gave all the students a hard time and he was disliked by many of them. Especially by A and Beyond Birthday, I'm surprised that they could tolerate him sometimes. But I tried my best and gained high marks in art class, I was highly known around The Wammy House for my skills in facial prosthetics.
I was really happy there sometimes though, I always had A to fall back on if I needed help. Beyond helped me out with my forensics homework sometimes when he wasn't busy with his own creepy experiments, he was a very intelligent person. He was silent and still at times, but he use to creep around the orphanage's corridors in the early hours of the morning which got him into a lot of trouble. He had changed a lot of after A committed suicide, it shook us both up and it brought us closer together as friends. That's why we both decided to get out of that place before it got to us like it got to poor A, it took us about three weeks to sort everything out and get hold of some airline tickets to Los Angeles.
So here I am now sitting at the kitchen table in our run down apartment while I apply mascara to my eyelashes, it's not the best apartment in the world and I've slept in much worse places when I first arrived in Los Angeles. But it's home even if there's a damp patch on the bathroom's ceiling and one of the kitchen cupboard's doors is hanging off it's hinges, it's a roof over my head at the end of the day.