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08/07/2019 12:09 PM
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Story of v - Chapter 4
 Story of v - chapter 4 The male now known as Ian moved up close behind Veronica and brought his lips to her ear. "You belong somewhere beautiful, but it isn't in here." He whispered softly upon her earlobe, she could feel his warm breath. Veronica flinched; "Don't do that." She scolded and in return, he smirked and snickered quietly to himself. The line was now moving forward and the emerald green-haired girl was getting closer to her turn at the window. Ian leaned in one more time, right before she was about to step up. "I can't wait to hear from you tonight." He spoke loud enough for all to hear, his voice a bit husky along with his Scottish accent. Veronica rolled her eyes and shook her head, thinking about elbowing him the gut and wondering what he meant by that. But instead, she just ignored him and never did respond. "Next." The woman called behind the glass window to dispense medications and Veronica stepped up. "Right wrist please?" The woman requested and Veronica did as she asked. The woman scanned a bar code on a plastic bracelet she was wearing. A few seconds later, a small medicine cup was placed through a slot along with a paper cup of water. "Um... what are these called?" Veronica asked curiously, and the woman looked at her with a crooked eye. "You wouldn't know what they were even if I told you." She answered, and pointed to the pills."Take them... or we will make you take them." She said in a mouthy manner and Veronica glared at her for a moment, but was a good girl and took them as instructed. They both smiled at each other like teenage girls do when they are two-faced, and then she walked back off to her seat and plopped down upon the love-seat. Minutes later an orderly approached Veronica. "Sister Withers would like to see you." He said and she looked up at him and groaned. "Let's go." He said and grabbed her by the arm, she instantly yanking her arm away from his grip. "Don't fvcking touch me." She growled at him, snarling, and then got up from her seat and followed him. Out through the double doors and back through many curving hallways. He led her to a black door that looked very old and it was carved into a strange design she couldn't make out. But, it reminded her of a design she had seen before in a book. A book from her coven. The man in white opened the heavy door for her and Veronica entered cautiously, him following in right behind her closely. She walked in and stood in front of a large black marble desk, where Sister Withers was sitting... going through some files that lay stacked upon her desk. "Yes, Veronica Blackwood. Have a seat." She insisted and motioned with her hand to a leather chair sitting before her desk. Veronica glanced at the seat, then back at the Sister, locking eyes with her as she finally took a seat. Sister Withers took a seat as well and cleared her throat. "Do you know where you are Veronica?" She asked, clicking her ink pen. "Yeah, the fvckin' whack house." She replied rudely. The woman tilted her head and gave her a look. "I guess you can say that, yes. But actually, this institution is called The Whittingham Asylum for the Criminally Insane." She explained, but Veronica was starting to feel very strange. Her vision was beginning to blur and her skin was feeling fuzzy. "Huh?" She said softly and the nun began jotting down something onto a note pad. "You are here because you murdered your father and kidnapped your mother and brother. Are you even aware of these actions?" She asked. Veronica started twirling a strand of hair around her index finger. "Yep... I am aware of my actions. Now tell me something I don't know." She said in a cocky tone. "What you don't know Veronica, is if you fvck around in here, it won't be pleasant for you." She said grinning at her. "Whoa... nice language sista." She said beginning to laugh. Veronica was feeling loopy now and kind of high from the medication. "You know what Sister, go fvck yourself." She said laughing loud and hard. The woman then stood up from her leather office chair and walked around her desk, right up to Veronica. "Stupid girl." The sister muttered and slapped Veronica across the face. Veronica gasped; "You fvcking bitch!" She yelled and once again before she could even get up the orderlies were on her. Veronica began screaming and kicking and fighting. The men then carried her out of the office forcefully. Being bitten and clawed and hit along the way. They took her to a small room and slammed and locked the door behind them. "Get off of me you a'ssholes!" She screamed and continued to fight and struggle... but, it was no use. They then took her and strapped her down to a bed. Wrists and ankles both restrained along with her head. She tried to get up, struggled and squirmed, all while screaming and cursing. Seconds later all of that ended. Her body suddenly froze and jolted upward. Her back curved in deeply and her toes curled, her fists balled tightly. It was something she never thought she would ever experience. The pain and torment of Electric Shock Therapy. {ECT} it was like an electrically charged whip being lashed against every part of her body at the same time. Like she could feel her brain cooking and the blood in her veins and arteries thickening and boiling. Soon it was over; Veronica was now back in her cell, in her bed. Her eyes fluttered open slowly and she began coughing. She grabbed her chest and sat up in bed, coughing more. Then seeing speckles of crimson upon her blanket."What the fvck?" She whispered to herself and looked around the room, confusion, pain, numbness. It was dark, but now there was a small dim light on above the door to her cell. She sat quietly for a moment, feeling strange and trying to comprehend what had just happened to her and why. She was having a hard time recalling certain things. But at the moment, she figured it was from the trauma that just occurred. ❝I'm just a psychotic girl and I won't get lost in your world.❞
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08/06/2019 11:51 PM
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Story of v - Chapter 3
 Story of v - chapter 3 It seemed like hours had snailed by as she lay there, listening to the crying male in the next cell-block. The crazed girl was getting rather annoyed and eventually got up from her bed and started pacing, circling, yet again. At least this time she was dressed in a hospital gown and socks. It wasn't chilly for her, not this time; Veronica usually is not affected by the cold. More effected by any form of heat instead; you may find her sweating in an air-conditioned room. The door suddenly started opening once more, this time the staff were already on high alert and prepared for whatever Veronica could possibly dish out. However, she wasn't in the mood, not in the mood to fight anymore, not in the mood to run. She just stood there, barely... and folded her arms across her chest. She could easily get herself out of this situation, at least she thought she could. Things weren't working out for her. Her attention span was not strong enough, she was just too out of it to do anything. Next, the sister entered first, how bold of her; and then followed in the men in white right behind her. "Good evening Veronica, my name is Sister Teresa Withers. I will be in charge of you from now on." She said in a rather cute like tone. "Oh really? In charge of me you say, and what does that mean exactly?" Veronica asked, knowing perfectly well. The nun began to walk slowly in a circle around the girl as she began speaking. "It means you do what I say when I say." She replied, stopping in front of Veronica and locking eyes with her, making contact, showing upper-hand. "Without any lip." She concluded and spit in Veronica's face. "You fvcking cunt!" Veronica growled out and before she could have a go at her and rip the woman's face-off, the men in white were all over her. Tackling her to the ground and smashing her face into the floor. The smiling Sister casually walked out of the room. "It's dinner time." She bubbled on her way out. The men held Veronica down, restraining her until she finally calmed down and stopped fighting with them. Then... they all let go of her and backed off, exactly at the same time. Breathing rapidly and crouched down upon the floor, she burned through them all with her eyes. "It's time to go to the dining room. Put this on and come out into the hall." One of the men muttered to Veronica as he tossed a white jumpsuit onto the bed. The men then exited the room and shut the door behind them. F'uck You! She yelled; breathing heavily, red-faced, and angry. Veronica got up and went to the bed and removed the gown she was wearing. "What's with the fvckin' white here?" She asked herself and then got into the skin-tight jumpsuit and looked down at it, appalled by its appeal. Going to the door, she tapped on it with her knuckle and an orderly opened the door cautiously for her. She stepped out into the hall, behaving; but, still, four more men were there ready to escort her to the dining room. She walked with them, two in front, and three behind her. Down many halls, ending at air locked double doors. A woman in a booth behind thick bulletproof glass buzzed the large doors and they opened outward. Veronica studied every single inch of her surroundings as they processed her through. Where everything was located and how they secured it. Veronica was then sent through the doors alone, and they closed and locked behind her. What she saw once entering was a rather large room, filled with patients and they roamed freely. On one side of the room was the food pick up area, and the other, plain tables and chairs surrounding a 1970's television set. Couches, and a bookshelf with some old raggedy books upon it. Veronica slowly began to walk around the room, observing and examining each person and picking out certain things about them to remember them by. A man with Satan in his eyes; the girl with the large scar on her forehead; the man masturbating rather violently in a darkened corner; the beautiful blonde that is mute; the list goes on. The room had a strange stench to it; stale and musty; it looked dingy as if it hadn't been cleaned or had any maintenance done to it in a very long time. Several men in white were posted around the room keeping a watchful eye, but not interfering, not interacting, not publicly, however. Veronica wasn't hungry, but an orderly pushed her along into the food line anyway. She huffed and marched on through with her tray as an old man loaded it with junk she wouldn't ever want to eat. She cringed at it as she got done in line, and went to find a table alone. Of course, there wasn't an open one available. Veronica, however, did see one promising table by a window, which had a young man sitting alone at it. He wasn't eating, just had his nose in a book. Nerd; He looked way better than all the other wackos in the room. Dark hair, tattoos, beard, kind of cute. She made her way over to the table he was sitting at and sat down without saying anything. This made the male look up from his book at her, and he then slammed his book down on the table; making a loud echo. Veronica just looked over at him with a puzzled expression. "Ah, fancy this. The whore sits down with me." He says and begins laughing. Veronica sucked her teeth and folded her arms, raising a brow. "Oh, so you must be the p'ussy that cries in the cell next to me." She said in return. "I'd watch your mouth pretty one if I were you." He said lowering his voice. "Is that so? Why is that?" She questioned. "Because my pet, wouldn't want something to happen to that pretty face of yours." He replied. "Wow that was really scary, I mean... I'm so fvcking frightened right now. My teeth are chattering. Give me a break dude." She said cackling and picking up a piece of bread and ripping a piece off with her teeth and began eating it. For some reason, Veronica got very hungry all the sudden and started eating everything that had been slopped onto her tray. All the while the male watched her like a hawk, not saying a word. He hadn't even glanced elsewhere. Veronica finished everything and then looked up at him, quirking a well-defined brow. "Why are you staring at me like that? Want to get punched mother fvcker?" She threatened and he smiled deviously; "No reason." He answered and then stood up from his seat. "My name is Ian by the way... Veronica." He said casually and then walked off to dump his tray in a nearby trashcan. "What the...?" She whispered to herself. 'How'd he know her name?' She watched from the corner of her eye as he walked over to the bookshelf with some mangled looking books upon it, browsing through them. Veronica got up from her seat, leaving her tray there and walked over behind him. "How do you know my name?" She asked sternly and he didn't even turn around. "I can hear everything in your cell. Sister Withers spoke it aloud." He answered, still looking through the titles of the books. "Oh..." She said and then backed away, going to sit in front of the television on a small love seat. It was playing a black and white documentary about Dr. Martin Luther King. "F'uck my life." She whispered under her breath. Just then, she felt something brush against her knee. Glancing down, seeing a dark-haired woman had placed her hand upon it, gripping it. "I can help with that." The woman said in a scratchy voice. "Good to know." Veronica replied sarcastically and flung the woman's hand away from her. "MEDS, LINE UP!" Was then soon called. Veronica was not thrilled about this at all, she was hoping maybe they wouldn't give her anything. She just sat there, eyes fixed on the tube, as everyone else lined up at a little glass window with an old black woman behind it; dispensing prescription medications. Most likely some mood-altering drugs to calm everyone down before lights out. "Get in line!" Was spoken from behind her. Looking up, she saw a large Hispanic man in white. An orderly; "I don't think I have to." She said to him and he shook his head down at her. "Go! Don't cause problems." He said pointing to the line. "Aight s'hit." She replied and got up from her spot and walked over and stood in line. Arms folded across her chest once again and with a look of pissed off on her face. "Don't worry Veronica, it will only make you nicer for a few hours. No harm is done sweet lips." Came in a velvet voice from behind her. She turned her head and with narrowed eyes looked back at who? Ian; She grumbled and huffed. "You again... Why must you talk to me? I don't like you. I don't like anyone." She said rudely and with a roll of her eyes. "I don't care if you don't like me. Nor do I give two s'hits if you like anyone either. I am talking to you because I know you are a smart one and don't belong in here, just like me." He replied calmly. Her rough facial expression began to soften and she dropped her arms to her sides and turned around to face him. "Please don't act as if you know anything about me. Smart... yes I am. But believe this, why I am in here or whatever you have heard. Is true. So, yeah I probably do belong in here or if not, the electric chair." She said turning her back on him. ❝I'm just a psychotic girl and I won't get lost in your world.❞
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08/06/2019 11:47 PM
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Story of v - Chapter 2
 Story of v - chapter 2 Landscapes passed by swiftly, visual through dark tinted windows of a police transport vehicle; motion blur was all the crazed girl could see as her swollen shades slowly lifted. The young lady could feel every single bump that the tires traveled over, it brought on so much pain. Tears abruptly pooled within the corners of her orbs; she began to cry and hyperventilate. With her wrists cuffed behind her back, there she lay, realizing she was restrained and just tossed upon the floor of a van. The murdering girl tried to turn onto her side, releasing the tears that waited so patiently to be set free. Down over her dirty cheeks, streams developed, her teeth clenched tightly together, her jaw locked into place to try to ease the discomfort. The view, standard issued police uniform, black combat boots; blood visible upon the toe. The crimson liquid oozed from the side of her busted mouth. Dripping onto the surface below; Veronica could taste it, the sourness of her lip being split open and bleeding, along with a back tooth broken, she spit it out without a care. The pain was strong and shooting in many different directions, forcing grunts and groaning. Was she dying? What irony that would be, to kill her father and die shortly after. She wanted to bathe in the glory of it for at least a little while. Unfortunately, Veronica already acquired a bad reputation; since she was a young child, she was constantly in some form of trouble. Filled with hate, she would be physically violent with any form of law enforcement, and now, even for a seventeen-year-old, she was treated like an adult. The policemen in her town had no problem laying a hand on her, nor a knee to the gut for that matter. She often dished it out pretty hard for her small size, and with pride, she took whatever consequences came as a result. Cringing suddenly, she tried to curl into the fetal position. The harrowing sensation in her abdomen was sharp and intense. With more awareness, she could feel aching all over her body. Veronica had no idea that once she was taken into custody, the officers drugged her with a tranquilizer to calm her down, but, it sedated her instead, and they took turns having a few punches and kicks. The young lady was beaten up pretty badly, and, the officers would just blame it on the deceased. They would make up a story that her abusive father beat her. What did it matter? She was going to be locked up for the rest of her life anyway for his death. Her head was spinning and she began to mumble something under her breath; spitting out blood as it took a lot out of her to even whisper. “What?” asked a rookie that just so happened to be sitting where her head lifted from the floor. “Fvck... you!” she repeated louder, making sure he heard her nice and clearly that time. Her head then rested back down and the man glared at the insane girl, anger building inside, he offered her a crooked grin, then gave her a good kick to the face, stomping his right boot down onto her head multiple times until she eventually fell unconscious; soon after, he was finally stopped by a fellow officer and pulled away from her almost lifeless body. “She is such a bitch.” the male huffed and puffed, feeling extreme aggression, yet, still proud of himself as he wiped a splat of her blood from his chin onto the sleeve of his shirt. “Yeah, I know man, just go take a breather.” the fellow officer suggested and the male nodded, spat down at Veronica, and moved closer to the driver of the van. The interjecting officer then sat in his place and leaned down, checking Veronica's pulse and making sure she would even last long enough to make it there. The punk wasn't moving, she was out cold and a filthy mess, but, she was still alive, and she would make it, she would survive. It was always that way for Veronica, surviving, one day at a time. This time, she was not to be transported to the penitentiary as she thought would happen. Assuming she would be taken there and eventually, a visit from her mother, brother, and lawyer. She figured she would be out of holding in no time. However, with her condition, criminal background, and hospital records; she was to go straight to “Whittingham”, an institution for the criminally insane. Veronica Blackwood would have to be supervised there while her fathers' death was investigated. There wasn't much to investigate, Veronica pulled the trigger and would confess to it, she would cooperate fully even though she knew nobody would believe her side of the story. Her record gave her untrustworthy ill fame of being a street rat. She was guilty of killing her father, and the tortured believes she had probable cause, he was going to rape her...again. It was a crime of fury and passion from years of abuse. The battered girl was convinced that she did the right thing. The stay at the new hospital “Whittingham” wouldn't be anything different to Veronica, the girl had been in and out of many hospitals and detention centers. Nevertheless, she hasn't been to this institution before; in fact, she knew nothing of the place. It was considered a final destination for those that the world no longer had room for nor cared for. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too long, perhaps her mother and brother would get ahold of her lawyer quickly. There would be a fast track trial and she would be found not guilty. No worries. Soon, the van carrying Veronica pulled up the driveway around the back of a building and parked. The structure was constructed from small red brick, very old; lack of maintenance could be seen, it was falling apart. The institution resembled that of a haunted castle on the side of a creepy cliff, perhaps from some sort of fairy-tale. Veronica was still unconscious at the time to be able to see such a view, she more than likely would have made some sarcastic remark. Instead, two staff members in white came to collect her with a gurney. Strapped down while paperwork and whispers were shared, signatures here, and initials there just before she was taken inside and into the medical bay. Transaction complete. "Fvck..." she whispered aloud. All was dark now, quiet... a deafening, almost uncomfortable silence. Where was she, and what happened to her? Veronica couldn't remember how she ended up at this place, where is this place? Her bloodshot hues slowly crept open and she tried to focus, her sight was blurry and all was black. She tried to see even the slightest bit of light. In any direction, there was none. It was maddening, seeing nothing but darkness and unaware of your surroundings. Was someone there with her, was she in danger? Not to mention, her head was pounding like a tribal drum. Thumping angrily to no sight and no sound; rising from laying on the floor, she started to shuffle her bare feet upon the cold tile. She could feel grout lines with her toes as her feet explored, it was strange how in tune her other senses were when others were taken away. The beaten and battered girl was nude, extremely dirty, and teeth-chattering cold. Not having the slightest clue as to what was going on. A million questions streamed through her mind. Was this some sex trafficking thing? Had she been kidnapped for a red room again? What was going on? She made a ton of assumptions, and all she could recall was her being taken into custody and thrown into the back of a police van. All else in between was lost and it was irritating to her that she couldn't remember, not at a time like this. After slowly moving forward, she managed to smack right into what she acknowledged as a door. There was no handle on the inside that she could feel with her hands, only a little closed steel slot for a possible food tray to be passed through. "HELLO!" Veronica yelled loudly and began banging on the surface with closed fists. A few minutes passed, and one single fluorescent light flickered on overhead. Practically blinding the girl and making her crumble to her knees upon the floor. "A**holes!" She screamed; not caring whom she was screaming at. Her eyes stayed shut tightly for a few moments, adjusting to the change of pitch-black into crap white-ish lighting. Once gaining full sight again, Veronica then realized, she was in the loony bin. Her amber lit hues bolted from left to right. Dull gray walls, no windows, one bed, one thin mattress, one fitted sheet, one wool cover, and one pillow. At least the walls weren't padded--no toilet; "F***in' perfect." She grumbled to herself as she leaned against the door with an instant shriek, her bareback touching the freezing surface. She crouched down and moved close to her bed and knelt, snatching the wool cover and wrapping it around herself. "Might as well make yourself cozy my sweet." Said a male voice from the other side of the wall where her bed rested. Her head tilted, curiosity killed the cat and there she was approaching without fear. "Fvck off!" She replied aggressively; not in the mood for charming pricks at the moment. Why was he speaking to her anyway? She asked herself, rising from a kneeling position on the floor in front of her bed and beginning to pace. Slowly at first, just gathering her thoughts. Her wonderful, morbid, disturbing thoughts. Shaking one away swiftly to give room for the next one to invade. Upon what seemed like her two hundredth circle in the middle of the room, she could feel the bottoms of her feet turning raw and came to a halt. She just stood there, staring into space for what seemed like hours until the door of the room began to make noises. This broke her attention and her optics zoomed straight to the door, she was frozen in place, nervous of the unknown on the other side. Someone was unlocking the door from the outside and there must have been multiple locks because it was taking a good amount of time. She waited patiently in place, her arms wrapped around her midsection, holding herself as she trembled. Finally, the door began to open and without any warning or hesitation, Veronica darted right for the opening of the door and dashed beyond two orderlies and what looked like a nun. She took off running as fast as her broken body could go, down a long hallway, lined with dangling lights that flickered from a short fuse. The determined patient ran down the first set of stairs she saw, but, waiting there at the bottom were seven very large men in white. Stopping midway down the stairs, Veronica scanned over the men, making eye contact with each one. Her hues dark, she was grimy, injured, bloody, and naked, and now, madness. She cackled quietly under her breath and had a sudden burst of energy and an undeniable belief that she was much stronger than she actually was. Then, without a care of what could happen to her, Veronica rushed towards the men, head down, ready to break through them like a bowling ball would the pins for a strike. But, it only took one elbow to the nose to put her out... "Why, why me... it wasn't me you don't understand, you have to believe me, this is my life!" The distant and muffled yet heard words brought Veronica out of deep sleep. Her heavy eyelids crept open to the horrible lighting again. "No." She whined aloud, hoping it was all just another bad dream. "Uhhh... ow!" She cried out, her head was pounding again--worst headache ever; and this time her face was feeling it pretty badly. Sighing heavily, she gazed up at the ceiling, noticing the cracked standard white paint. Studying each line and turn in its surface, running off somewhere else inside her head. Just then, Veronica began to hear sobbing coming from the other side of the wall as she laid in her bed in pain. The cries were echoing from the same location the words that aroused her awake came from before. She rolled her eyes, smashing the side of her fist against the wall, making a loud bang. "Shut the fvck up you pvssy. Some of us are out of pampers, join us." She yelled out disrespectfully to the obvious male on the other side. "Fvck you, whore!" The man hollered back in return, bringing a slight smirk to her busted up pout. Amusement. ❝I'm just a psychotic girl and I won't get lost in your world.❞
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08/06/2019 08:45 PM
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Story of v - Synopsis
“To be or not to be?“ ―William Shakespeare, Hamlet Synopsis A young woman in her mid-twenties struggles through everyday life in Compton, California. Far from her hometown in Brooklyn, New York. She surrenders to the voices that order her, turning to a life of crime and drugs.
Overall, just a girl on the run after murdering her abusive father and successfully escaping from an institution for the criminally insane called “Whittingham Asylum”. A final destination for forgotten souls.
How she ended up escaping was just the beginning of a new provocative world. It was a lengthy, troublesome road, in which she still travels upon to an uncharted destination. One thing after another, the rebel girl overcomes many obstacles in her illusion of existence.
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08/01/2019 10:03 PM
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A childhood friend
A childhood friend "Look at me, look how high I can go." bubbled the little girl with hair of gold. The swingset, her favorite swing she swung upon. "I can go higher." said young Veronica. Feet kicking in and out, pushing them harder and harder as she leaned back and forth. Forcing her to swing with ease yet strength. Windblown hair, cheery smiles held upon both girls faces. Best friends forever they were and always would be. "Jump!" screeched Veronica as she jumped from the swing just as it reached the very top of its height. Landing feet first, small dirty sneakers mounted the ground below. "I'm scared, it's too high." said Karah, her best friend that lived across from her apartment. Door facing door, across the sidewalk they always met in the middle, between two homes. Both suffering with a lack of supervision, and plenty of neglect. "I just did it so can you." she replied, ensuring her that she could do just as she did, with no harm. "Alright, move V." her friend requested and Veronica stepped to the side, her small hands, both, resting on either hip. Watching, waiting. "Hurry Karah, the sun will be down soon and we still are going to the treehouse." she informed and the little girls' attention was diverted, enough for her to let go of her fear long enough to take a leap of faith. Landing, like an ice-skating figure. Perfect. "I did it." she chuckled to Veronica. "Let's go to the treehouse now." Karah said with excitement and she took off running toward the woods. Behind their building, trees, rows upon rows until met by a long stretch of pavement. A road to travel upon but not touched very often. Beyond, a cemetery the neighborhood children often raided and played in. Chased out of by land keepers and those there to pay their respects to lost souls. "Wait for me!" yelled Veronica, taking off to chase after her friend, to catch up so they could help each other get up into the treehouse they made themselves. "Karah! Wait!" she hollered louder, the little blonde girl soon out of sight. Carried as fast as her small legs could take her through obstacles in the woods. Vines and limbs, rocks and fallen trunks. "Where... where are you!?" she called out, stopping to catch her breath just as she reached the treehouse. The ground was spinning, her lungs were on fire. Hunched over, palms just above her knees, resting. "Karah..." she said aloud, almost breathless. No replies, no sounds but birds chirping, cars in the distance, her own breathing and heart pounding in her ears. Searching the area, Karah was nowhere to be found. Veronica was getting worried, climbed all by herself up into the treehouse they made from old closet doors found in a dumpster. She waited, hours, until darkness fell. "VERONICA RAVEN!" Called by her mother Luna. It was time to come home. Perhaps she was already home she thought, just playing a trick on her, making her sit out in the woods all alone worrying for hours. Veronica got home as fast as she could, it was pitch black in the woods and scary now for a little girl. Her mother stood at the sink doing dishes just as Veronica entered the house, the screen door slammed shut on its own behind her small body. "I'm hungry." she said to her mom, walking up to her to hug her from behind. Just then, a cry rang out, a scream, from the woods she could tell that's where it came from. Gasping, her mother looked down at her, fright all over her face. "Did you hear that?" she asked and Veronica's heart stopped, her orbs grew wide with worry. She said nothing, just nodded her head up and down slowly to her mother. Given a piece of bread and butter alongside some beanie-weenies, she was sent off to her room for the night. Left all alone, she wondered, she thought every horrible thing imaginable and for her was limitless. Eventually falling asleep, with no dreams that could be remembered. Only waking to the news, her brother woke her with urgency. "Veronica... wake up." Jared said, tears in his eyes. "What is it?" she asked, rolling over in her twin-sized bed. "It's Karah, she's..." he didn't have enough time to finish his words before Veronica flew out of bed to her mother that was crying in the kitchen. "What? Ma, what happened to Karah?" she asked, feeling pain, tiny fists balling up with anger even though she had no idea of what had happened just yet. So young, the innocence. "He got her... I'm so sorry honey." her mother whispered to her daughter. "Who got Karah? What are you saying?" she screamed, waterworks turning on. "I just found out, a man snatched her in the woods while you two were playing. I won't say what he did to her, but, she is dead." her mother said with sorrow in her voice. " NO NO NO!" she screamed and threw herself to the floor. "I'm so sorry... Jared get your sister, I can't deal with her like this." their mother instructed her son. With a look of disgust towards his mother, he did as told and scooped her up in his arms to take her to her room, young Veronica having a total flip out. Kicking and screaming. "NO NO NO!!!!!" Crying... My best friend.
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07/26/2019 10:50 PM
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fb. it wasn't real
flashback: childhood hallucinations
"But, I don't see anything. Mama, um...there isn't anything there." he spoke, fear in his voice as he clutched his mother's hand tightly. Comfort there, by his mothers' side. She would protect him, she would protect both of them. "Hush now Jared, don't you say another word, don't make a sound. We mustn't disturb her when she is like this. You..." her words trailed into silence; looking down into the young boys' bourbon hues--scared and confused.
Would she be alright he wondered; he never knew, every time, he wasn't sure. "She will be alright, we just have to be patient." his mother offered a forced smile, paper petals, trembling with the torture of the unknown. "Just hold onto me Jared, whatever happens... do not let go." she instructed, gentle breath. He nodded slowly up to his mother, small arms reaching around her leg, squeezing ahold tightly. Now they watch... now they wait.  [telepathy] "Hi... you came back, my friend. What have you brought me this time?" young Veronica asked with innocence, precious buds expressing happiness. "I have something better than before." the creature before the little girl had a small gift. Small to his existence, though large to hers.
Slender grayish extension, long digits spread. Veronica held her Teddy tightly in one arm and raised the other, left palm, cold and clammy, quivering touch. Pressed to the others. Jolts instantly spread, traveling along the roads of her nervous system. Reaching her mainframe, power grid, the hive. Implanting software, infusing the codes, instructions, manuals of chaos, and machine formations.
"No!" Veronica screamed, windblown hair, black clouds forming, a storm brewing. Tornado sirens ringing in the distance. "I won't!" she said, snarl formed buds; rain falling. Anger-filled orbs, turning onyx with rage, though, unable to pull away.
"I'm scared." Jared cried to his mother, digging his nails into her exposed thigh.
Electric volts shot from the little girl's hand as she made contact with her 'friends' mitten. "I don't want it, and I won't do it." spoken sternly from the young lamb. Unafraid, strong, and forceful, would never cave. "You'll be sorry." warned--zapped. The child's body flew back and landed in the mud. Smoke rising from dark locks. Veronica laid motionless, the stench of burnt hair and flesh circle her unconscious frame.
"Oh my god... Veronica, honey wake up." cried their mother. Shaking the lifeless doll, teddy, face down in the mud beside her. "Is she dead?" asked her brother Jared. "Back away... get back." she screamed, droplets of the tears of the world fell upon a porcelain face. Lashes fluttering, heart pumping, twitching, convulsing.
She cries...
"Oh thank goodness...Veronica, my baby girl." traumatized. Burnt dress, bloodshot whites. Bloody nose. "I said no mommy, I said no." Veronica muttered barely audible. "Sweetie, who...what? What are you talking about? There was nothing there, it wasn't real." her mother assured, again and again. "Are... are you sure?" she questioned, uncertainty.
"Yes, I promise."
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07/11/2019 11:06 PM
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Dissociative identity
Dissociative identity [previously known as multiple personality disorder] is thought to be a complex psychological condition that is likely caused by many factors, including severe trauma during early childhood [usually extreme, repetitive physical, sexual, or emotional abuse]. DID is characterized by the presence of two or more distinct or split identities or personality states that continually have power over the person's behavior. With dissociative identity disorder, there's also an inability to recall key personal information that is too far-reaching to be explained as mere forgetfulness. With dissociative identity disorder, there are also highly distinct memory variations, which fluctuate with the person's split personality. The "alters" or different identities have their own age, sex, or race. Each has his or her own postures, gestures, and distinct way of talking. Sometimes the alters are imaginary people; sometimes they are animals. As each personality reveals itself and controls the individuals' behavior and thoughts, it's called "switching." Switching can take seconds to minutes to days. When under hypnosis, the person's different "alters" or identities may be very responsive to the therapist's requests. Chanel Simona PB: Barbara Palvin [This alt personality springs from an original character named Chanel from 2016 -the same writer as V's] Chanel is a 26-year-old young lady from a wealthy family in Paris, France. She was raised strict Roman Catholic, her father a very well known architect and a high roller in the church community. Chanel grew up rather spoiled, given anything and everything she ever wanted or ever asked for. However, she was kept on a very fine and short leash by her father. Chanel was her parents youngest child of three. With an older sister that is very successful in the fashion industry and her older brother, also very successful, in real estate. A lot was expected of Chanel from her parents. Though she possessed a dark secret that she had been enduring for years and years. The only way to try to carry on with her days was to release the stress and put it down on a canvas. The girl was a medium, at least as far as a simple term for it. There wasn't anyone that knew about it or would possibly understand. And if they did know about it, they would realize why her smile was always a frown. Haunted by lost souls, trying to get revenge, hoping for closure. Wanting her to help them, wanting her to allow them to control her. Even without her permission, they took over her. Luckily, Chanel learned rather fast how to handle what was happening to her. She masked it quite well and tried to go on living as normally as possible with her art pieces being morbidly beautiful. A normal art student, painting abnormally. Little did anyone know that what was brushed upon the blank slate was not of her dreams but of a real state. A conscious view of the undead and what they wanted her to see and whom they wanted her to be. What everyone was seeing was of what she had seen. She was being overtaken by madness, loss, and grief and was looking for a way out, a way to let go, a way to forget, even though she didn't want not to be able to see. Lilliana "Lilli" PB: [Withheld] Lilliana is a young girl from a very small and poor town in Georgia, age eleven; a tender age. An orphan, along with her older brother Damien when both of their parents died in a mysterious house fire while they were at school. Once, happy children, they did not have much but still had smiles upon their little faces. Now they were just quiet kids, with sorrow-filled blank staring expressions. With no family willing to take them in, they were given to the state, unfortunately, separated. Lilli immediately became disconnected, not uttering a word to anyone unless she was forced to by a strike of their hand or belt. She bounced from foster home to foster home, her new parents always thinking she was mentally retarded for never speaking and also for having an obsession with birds. Lilli loves birds, they speak to her and sing pretty songs. She wished she was a bird and had wings, so she could fly, fly far far away. Her quiet tongue only became present once separated from her brother. He was all she had left and he had always taken care of her.--Lilli had nothing to say anymore. One stormy night, the little girl sat in her bed, gazing up at the brightly glowing moon through the window, soon overhearing her host parents whispering in the hallway. They were discussing the unexpected death of her brother and how were they to break the news to her. They assumed she would be emotionless, just as she had been on a normal basis. However, once hearing the horrible news, an overwhelming feeling of loneliness, anger, and grief rushed over her and she made a tragic decision. A decision a child her age should never think about. Hanging herself in the closet of her bedroom. --Now eternally silent or was she?
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07/09/2019 05:19 PM
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Shower scene
Here... there, I'm here. Look at him, blabbering on and on. Blah Blah. The sun is shining today, I think I will go take a look outside the window and let myself turn into a feather and float away. She gazes through grime lacquered window panes. The sun rays, lightly caressing her pale cheekbones. So frail she seems; with a smile brushed over her pout. A gleam to her eye becoming present, she could feel the warmth of the sun on her face. The feeling almost brand new in a way, something she didn't feel very often. Shoulders crunched forward, her arms held together for a moment between her breasts; chin resting atop folded mitts. “Veronica, did you hear anything I just said? Damn, you are such a space cadet sometimes, and a straight-up bitch... f'ucking cunt.” he grumbled from behind her with a twisted grin to his buds. Distracting Veronica; he knew that the last word would grab her attention. She was obviously off in one of her daydreaming-fantasy visions. Hearing him, her orbs slowly turned into thin, dark slits and a deep inhale was taken in through her flared nostrils. “For f'uck sake you d*ck-cheese! Can't I have just one second, just one without listening to your crybaby whining about.... something!” she grunted out rather harshly and threw her arms up before shuffling off in a mood-shift. It was that time of day in the ward, patients roaming about in the activities room, doing random things. In the Wallshire institution, it would seem perfectly normal to anyone confined behind these walls, however, for an outsider; It would certainly be far from what one would consider being the norm. As was this day, never to be a normal one. The young Veronica plopped herself down on an old, raggedy, dirty yellow sofa from the 1970s and pulled her legs up, knees to her chest as she tussled with her ratty emerald green hair in a messy bun on top of her head. A show was about to start on the only television in the place anyone was allowed to watch. Other than the devil's servants the staff of course. Had a nice big television in their break-room and Veronica was determined to smash it one day. “No, you can't have not even one day... whore!” Dylan chuckled out from behind Veronica, up against her ear. His breath warm on her earlobe and it gave her a tingle up her spine and a cringe to her core. “Don't do that!” she laughed and grinned up at him as he walked around the back of the sofa and sat down next to her. “You're an a'sshole.” she said in a fluffy manner as she started chewing her nails. “Yeah, I know, you say it often so it must be true. What's coming on?” Dylan asked and slumped down on his cushion, arms folding across his chest. “The price is right, I think.” Veronica mumbled and squinted her eyes at the television screen. The picture was horrible and the sound was static most of the time which actually triggered her nerves. “SHOWER, LINE UP! --MALES!” Was announced and at a random time; it was usually closer to dinner time they did showers and here it was not even noon. Perhaps it was a special occasion, maybe the associates finally had enough of the stench. Dylan glanced behind him, as did Veronica and he then got up and slid by her, off to stand in line. Veronica watched as he fell in like cattle waiting for the slaughter and she couldn't help but smirk at him. His attention turned to lock on her eyes and he gave her a sly wink and a brow wiggle. Making her uncomfortable...again. She shook her head no and he shook his head yes. She grinned, knowing what he was trying to say, but she would be risking her neck if she did what he wanted. Not that she would mind at all, it had been a long time and he was good at talking her into things. She shook her head no again and he reached down and grabbed himself, nodding. She laughed and fell over on the sofa, nobody else the wiser about their silent conversation. Two lines; marching. You could hear the footsteps as the men climbed the stairs to the next floor of the institution. Veronica sat up and her vision was drawn to the ceiling, focusing on a tiny imperfection as her hearing became hyper and the footsteps of men drummed into her head. A side smile formed to her buds and she got up from the sofa, determined to complete this task given to her. Hues bounced around the room, from one orderly to the next, to the nurses behind the glass. Waiting for them to be distracted, all she needed to do was one thing; create the diversion. “Oh my god... chocolate,” she yelled and it was instant, just like she knew it would be. Three to four lunatics rushed the area she was pointing to, causing a frenzy of starving zombie-like behavior. The staff rushed in to break up the pile of psychos, not realizing there was nothing even there. Slipping away; Veronica knew exactly where to go and how to get there. Hiding behind a large column, she made her move as soon as a nurse ran in through the double doors, dashing out into the hallway, down low she hurried up the stairs. The lines of men had moved into the open showers now and it wasn't a pretty sight. She stayed crouched down and scanned through the steam until she saw Dylan's backside. Smirking, she carefully made her way inside and found a dry corner in the back, it was dark, and no one could see her. Veronica was very quick usually and was hard to catch, many could mistake her as a thief or even a crack head... well she is a thief but not a crack head. Peering from which no eyes could see, young Veronica concealed herself within the depths of the shadows; engulfed herself with darkness. For he was unaware, she was there, watching... and waiting; fantasizing with ivories clenched into her lower lip. She couldn't wait to see his expression when he sees she actually did it. Slowly, she moved towards him, he was just a few feet away. His nude body standing beneath the cascading stream of the shower. The water hot, steam vapor rising from his muscular shoulders. She painted her petals with her warm, wet tongue and her heart began to race as she approached. Her back against the cold tile wall, just on the other side he was there, she was nervous. What a strange feeling for her to have, it was not a common occurrence. Waiting a moment; getting the guts, her nipples becoming erect, goosebumps forming upon her dermis, all over her body. She took a deep breath and reached, grabbing his hand and yanking him around and against her. His smile as he realized it was her. Priceless, she will never forget that handsome and surprised smile of his. Instant reaction; his mitts upon her ass and his lips pressed urgently against hers. A kiss shared, tongues going wild in need of each others dance. He pulled at her jumpsuit and got her out of it as soon as he could, no time to waste, they only had so many minutes. They took advantage of the time and he was deep within her within seconds; her lifted, back to the tile wall, legs wrapped around him. His wet lips roaming up and down her neck, under her ear, whispering. “You're such a bad girl. F'uck.” he groaned and a slight moan escaped her. She tried to keep it quiet but couldn't, they only had a few more minutes and she wanted it to go on and on forever. “What a whore, I knew it.” said the fat man everyone called Bruno. He had heard Veronica and came to investigate. “How about you hand her over to me young blood and let me have a turn with the wench.” he cackled loudly, pulling on himself, masturbating. Dylan stopped and put Veronica down and without warning, nailed Bruno in the jaw with his fist. Veronica's mouth dropped open, she knew it was on now. “Oh sh*t!!” she hollered out as Dylan began roughing Bruno up; however, he wasn't much of a match for big ole Bruno and he was starting to choke Dylan out. Veronica's expression turned to both fear and anger. She didn't even think about it, just jumped on his back and clamped down on his ear with her ivories. Bruno screamed from the sudden pain and released his grip on Dylan, but it was too late; shank pulled from her hiding spot in her hair and jammed into the side of his neck. She made sure to hit that sweet spot and ripped the blade forward and then backward. His fresh blood spraying out in pulsating jolts and landing upon the tiled walls and floor. Mixing with the puddles of water that pooled and streamed into the many drains. Veronica got down from Bruno's back, she hid her blade quickly and stepped back, kneeling down next to Dylan on the ground. “Are you okay?” she asked, then --STICK, PLUNGE! [Haldol] “Wait... Wait... No!” she whined as she blacked out from the injection. “Take her to room #101, she gets a week, and what of Bruno?” asked the Director. “He is dead sir.” replied an orderly that was pumping on Bruno's chest, doing CPR. “Good... throw Dylan in #101B, he gets a month. I'm late for lunch with the wife, clean this s'hit up.” Guess it was a special occasion after all. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qV_lcpLPZ8Q
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06/15/2019 04:17 PM
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Here's a [cs]
Veronica B.  Veronica Blackwood is 25 years old from Brooklyn, New York. Yes, she has an accent but hides it when she needs to. She currently resides in Compton California and not by choice. She lives in a rathole apartment that she is hiding out in with her dogs, immortal cat, and albino cobra. She works for a guy named Vince that helped her escape a mental asylum for the criminally insane. In his debt, she sells drugs for him and carries out any tasks he may have for her. She doesn't like it but does what she has to do. Veronica has naturally black hair but colors it Emerald green or even royal blue at times. Her eyes are naturally brown but she changes them to any color she wants often. This is a glamor spell she uses. In her late teens, she was in a coven and met her 'blood' sister, however, both being trouble makers were kicked from the coven and went their separate ways. Veronica is a crappy witch and her spells barely ever work. They only work when she can focus hard and long enough, and because of her racing thoughts, that is almost impossible. Veronica has one older brother that she is extremely protective of. He is older than her by approximately one year, give or take a few weeks. They used to be very close and always had each other backs through thick and thin. However, when s h i t hit the fan, that turned out to be untrue from both parties. Their mother was a prostitute and a junkie whore when they were growing up but turned her life around when Veronica got into her late teens, she later took her own life. Their father was an abusive alcoholic and sexually molested and raped both Veronica and her brother when they were young kids. Their mother was beaten often and forced to sleep with his friends for drugs or whatever else he wanted. Veronica was a very bad child. She suffers from many mental disorders, even when very young and was in and out of hospitals and detention centers often throughout her childhood. She would try to kill children from school she didn't like, but would never harm an animal. In fact, being around animals calmed her demons and she would turn into a totally different person around them. She has Psychosis and is in and out of her own reality. She hallucinates even when medicated and also is in denial of any illnesses she has been diagnosed with. She is supposed to be heavily medicated, however, she always sold the medications instead. Veronica was given Electroconvulsive Therapy several times while in lock up and because of this has a horrible memory. Easy for her to forget little things that just happened, but not things prior to first receiving it. She also has a developing dissociative identity disorder or formally known as multiple personality disorder. There are two alt personalities that come out whenever there is a trigger. Chanel Simona, a french girl that is a medium and Lilliana "Lilli" a little girl alone in the world, possibly took her own life. These people present themselves through Veronica sporadically and this can be confusing to outsiders that have no idea what is happening. As an adult, she is known to be mean, cruel, impulsive, dangerous, and unapproachable. However, also has other sides to her that can be caught at the right moment. Of empathy, lovingness, and vulnerability. She can be nerdy and funny, seeming normal at times even. It may not last long. --Veronica murdered her father as a teenager and has been a fugitive for a long time. She was back and forth from prison to mental institutions for many years. She turned on her mother and brother, thinking they would turn on her for what she did to her father. She is proud of herself for killing her father, though it brought on carelessness to kill again later on. V is heterosexual, however, loves a beautiful woman and sometimes has more game with the ladies than most men. It is all play, she is not sexually attracted to women. She has only had a couple of boyfriends in her life. It has always been hard for her to connect with anyone in that way. Veronica was in actual love before, a man just as demented as her. You would think that would be a bad combination, a ticking time bomb perhaps. But no, they seemed to be exactly what the other needed. He is no longer in her life and she has no idea where he is or if he is even alive. Veronica thinks she is not made to be with anyone romantically, the other would have to be pretty hardcore to handle her crap. Plus, she believes herself to not be pretty, not worthy, just one of the boys, the homegirl. Always a bridesmaid, never a bride. Veronica is sadly human, feels Alien, and is a princess Additionally-- MARS Institution and Research Center Project: (MARS4)Status: stopped Subject#4FB: Veronica Blackwood (Martian)-escaped w/ extended abilities post-injection
Psychometric power: - the ability to discover facts about an event or person by touching inanimate objects associated with them. Umbrakinesis: - can manipulate and control darkness or shadows.
Shadow Camouflage: - be unseen in shadows.
Darkness Manipulation: can create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows, etc. Water Mimicry: -is made up of or can transform their body completely into water. Users' transformed form is anatomically identical to their normal form, aside of being made of water, in which case it contains all to organs and is somewhat vulnerable to attacks. Alternately the user can transform into the homogeneous matter, without any part of their form being more important than the other. Subject#4FC: Tyler (Ty Ty) Johnson (Goblin)-active w/ response to injection Telekinesis: - is a psychic ability allowing a person to influence a physical system without physical interaction. Thermokinesis: - create, control and manipulate heat. Pyroportation: can teleport via fire, merging into a flame of any size and appearing anywhere else from the same element. Force-Field Generation: can create a shield, wall, or a field formed from energy, elements, the environment, or by manipulating smaller items to form a greater whole. Fire Breath:- breathe out flames -is able to generate and manipulate fire within them in a way that allows them to shape the exhaling of the effect. These shapes can include bursts, streams, spheres, even a mist of it from the mouth. Geo-Thermokinesis:- manipulate, control, and create lava, magma, and volcanoes. Can create, shape and manipulate molten rock (magma, while underground, lava when on the surface), a mixture of molten or semi-molten rock, volatiles, and solids, it may also contain suspended crystals, dissolved gas and gas bubbles. Self-Detonation:- explode self and reform. can cause themselves to explode with varying effects from simply blowing open a door to explosions with the magnitude of nuclear explosions and recover/reassemble. They may be able to control the strength of the explosion, blow up portions of their body, or severe parts of their bodies and let it explode at contact with the enemy.
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06/13/2019 04:20 PM
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I'm me...
“ I'm me... I'm funny... I'm smart... I'm social... I'm hot... I'm smoking... I'm high... I'm impulsive... I'm creative... I'm nerdy... I'm dark... I'm mad... I'm corny... I'm horny... I'm angry... I'm sad... I'm disgusting... I'm emotional... I'm crying... I'm okay... I'm strong... I'm stubborn... I'm impatient... I'm better... I'm sweet... I'm caring... I'm loving... I'm hateful... I'm selfish... I'm a brat... I'm loyal... I'm psycho... I'm normal... I'm a disease... I'm tempted... I'm aggressive... I'm destructive... I'm violent... I'm dangerous... I'm sexy... I'm tempting... I'm delicious... I'm cancer... I'm tolerable... I'm hopeless... I'm ugly... I'm mean... I'm love... I'm joy... I'm happy... I'm bad... I'm a whore... I'm a machine... I'm poor... I'm tired... I'm a robot... I'm intoxicated... I'm human... I'm an alien... I'm me........
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