Your name is Dara. You are fifteen years old. YOu have long blond hair with the tips of it dyed red. Your eyes are icy blue and are intese and mysterious. You are five foot six and verry skinny. You have small hands and feet that can be compaired to fairy feet. You get mad when people say that but you can always laugh about it. You are verry unsocial and only have two friends. They are good friends who you wouldn't trade for the worlds finest riches. You are a black belt in Karate and you are a fine gymnast. Your only family is your mother and shes always out drinking or going out on dates with strangers she met online. You always thought her to be as sensible as a monkey on crack. Any way onto the quiz.

You open your eyes lazily. You have been awaken by your mother stumbling through the door and dropping a bottle on the floor. 'God damn it!' you think angrilly at your mother trailor trash behavior. You slide your feet off the side of your bed and onto the cold oak flooring. You trudge into the kitchen. Your mother is in the corner bawling again. You pick the glass up off of the lanolium floor and wipe the ramaining liquor off of the floor. You look at your mother in disguist. "Clean yourself up and go to bed.." Is all you can manage to say in your disgrace of a mothers face. Ever since dad died it has been like this. Every night she flounders about the house drunkenly untill the bottle smashes. Sometimes shes just not there at all. She is sometimes selfish. She'l just leave for days sometimes weeks. Without saying a word to you. You pick up your phone. It's two o'clock in the morning but you need to talk to somone... "Hey Katie..." you start as the phone picks up. "Katie?" The voice asks. The voice was that of a mans. A little older than you and your friends but not really old. "Oh yeah..." The guy says stupidly. so many things have changed since the past two years. Every one has gotten upset... and found a way of feeling better. Katie's dad ran away with a bimbo secretary... and she started taking men instead of zoloft. "Hi Dara." Katie yawns from the other side of the phone "Whats wrong?" She asks. "My mom came home drunk again..." you feel ashamed and begin to close up again. You hang up and unplug your line wishing that you could change your life. You wished that you could be saved. you wished for a real family with real love.

You slowly slip out of the horrible world your living in.You glide into your black dreams. Blank and beautiful. Just how you liked it. "Im going to Save you... Im going to take you away from this place...sleep beautiful... sleep..."