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06/08/2019 09:36 PM
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Human Behavior
The word normality...-noun
the condition of being normal; the state of being usual, typical, or expected. "let's try to get some normality back in our lives"
synonyms: a normal state of affairs, business, as usual, the daily round, routine, a normal pattern, order, regularity; normalcy. after yesterday's bomb scare, normality returned to the town center this morning" sanity, soundness of mind, mental health, balance, lucidity, reason, rationality "people begin to wonder about the normality of the sufferer" Who wants to be usual and typical anyway? They scream individuality and chant uniqueness, only to slander those who possess it. If you are not "normal" and are "abnormal" then you are a freak, crazy, insane. Worthless to society and belong with the rest of the forgotten. Their faces turning into dust and never to be seen again. A one hit wonder that is never heard again. The many that are lost and are never meant to be found. As if finding normality is something being looked for. Not by the highly intelligent minds that bring us the most amazing things known to mankind. The insane are beautiful, but... not Veronica.  { Powered by violentendsprmds }
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06/06/2019 09:19 PM
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Follow & Lead
[tbt]
"follow the leader" Follow the leader-- Everyone knows the meaning of the phrase. Originally a game where one would simply be the leader and everyone followed suit. A silly thing to do really, to mirror someone's decisions. Losing your independence, your own individuality. Everyone has lost themselves in that way it seems, we are all in a single file line, marching to the same place; inevitable death. But what of those that do not follow the rules, are outside of the box, drawling outside of the lines in the coloring book. They are considered outcasts, ghosts of society, and all simply because they choose not to follow the [leader]. Running into the house, coming in from the rain, Veronica cursed and cried all the way to the bathroom and slammed the door. Minutes later, her mother knocked on the door and let herself in. She didn't want the noise to wake Veronica's father that was drunk and asleep in the living room on the couch. The young girl was covered in blood, cuts and dirty wounds claimed her hands and knees; a busted mouth, and a broken nose. Her mother questioned her daughter about what had happened. Scared, but always honest with her mother, she told her what occurred at a party she was just at. Her mother went on to lecture her about the dangers of drugs and alcohol as if she had room to scold anyone for any reason at all. "Ma, everyone was doing it and nobody died last time." Cried out Veronica as her mother drew her a hot bath and began to carefully, and gently cleanse her wounds. "If everyone jumps off of a cliff are you going to follow? Are you a leader... or a follower Veronica?" Asked her mother; --no reply, just silence, and her understanding why. https://roleplayer.me/780768
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06/04/2019 01:22 PM
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[cs] False Reality
False reality: Have you ever had a dream that felt so real? Unable to wake yourself, being strained to come to terms that this is actually happening to you. You can't escape it, as if you are sinking; drowning in creamy onyx waters. Like quicksand pulling you down as you fight for freedom, and you know in just a few moments it will be the end for you. This dangerous reality has been created. Was it invented by your mind; is it genuine? You hear so clearly, the intoxicating scent of sensations, they heightened significantly; but your sight, Gaussian blur. The faces are hidden.-- The unknown has taken over you and wrapped itself around you like a serpent. Squeezing and choking tightly, extinguishing the breath inside your fragile lungs. That's how it feels, to be lost in an alternate world of your own. ( Veronica in a state of psychosis )
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05/31/2019 11:04 PM
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Letter to nobody...
tw. ( Silence) Therapist: Veronica? Veronica: (stares into space; blinks) Therapist: Veronica!? (says louder) Veronica: Yeah? (turns her head, looks) Therapist: Did you hear what I just said? You haven't said anything in a while. (worrisome tone) Veronica: Yeah... (no facial expression) Therapist: Well, did you do what I asked you to do from the last session? (frustrating tone) Veronica: Yeah... (sighs) Therapist: So, you wrote a letter to your father? Do you have it with you? (surprised expression) Veronica: Yeah... (pulls a letter from her jeans pocket and opens the crinkled paper) Therapist: Wonderful, I am so happy you decided to do what I recommended, finally. Please, read it aloud? (smiling expression) Veronica: (reads aloud) Dear Dad, Dear A'sshole, Dear, To whom it may concern, I can't believe I am doing this. Why am I doing this? To get this chic off of my back about you I guess. I don't give a s h i t about you. Never have, and never will. Why would I? How could I? How could anyone? I really wish I was never born sometimes. I can't stand the fact that I even have any traces of your genes inside of me. Mom was so stupid to marry you, look at what she did to us, not to you of course, but to us kids. Look what she f u c k i n g did to herself for you. You didn't deserve her, or any of us. Grandma should have just swallowed you instead of cursing the world with your ugly existence. This therapist thinks it would be good for me to write out my feelings about you, to you, for some reason. I could go on for the rest of my life happily, never uttering your miserable name, or even a single glimpse of you in my mind. I wish all those times my brain was electrified, that you were wiped away, but no, they left you behind. The jokes on you though, ya know. Mom is alive and doing well, and getting the best d i c k of her life. I bet you wish you could have a go at me for what I did to you. Oh, I bet you do. Sure you can't stand that I got the last laugh, huh, you piece of s h i t. Bet you want my head in a box so damn bad it is eating at your pathetic rotting corpse. I hope you are suffering endlessly with a yearning that claws at your insides to kill me, and it hurts, so much pain, it hurts so damn bad and there isn't anything you can do about it.  I hope your a s s h o l e is being destroyed in your afterlife, I want to torture you myself, I wish these things for you, I wish I could kill you again. I want to dig your eyes out with my thumbs and shove them up your ass so you can see my foot incoming to kick it. I hate you with a passion, and I am so d a m n happy that you are mad. I know you are, you can't stand the fact that I stopped your abusive hand. It's so bittersweet. Therapist: Um, Veronica you can stop now. Uh. Veronica: (reads extremely loud; red-faced) A'sshole, you piece of s h i t, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.Veronica: (stands, dropping the letter to the floor; tears in her eyes) Therapist: (pause; silence) Time is up now Veronica, how about next Thursday for the next session? (careless tone) Veronica: Yeah... (no facial expression)
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05/31/2019 08:38 PM
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[npcs] non-playable characters
Felix Aaron Blackwood
[Father: deceased]PB: Rick Genest Felix is Veronica's biological father. He was an abusive alcoholic, a pedophile, and was murdered by Veronica when she was just a teenager. She tries not to think of him much, though he seems to be brought up often. She remains a fugitive because of his murder, it bothers her none. If she could go back in time she would kill him again. Veronica despises her father and is proud of herself for killing him. She pleads not guilty by reasons of self-defense.
Luna Meredith Blackwood
[Mother: deceased]
PB: Jennifer WeistLuna is the biological mother of Veronica, they used to be very close even though Veronica hated her mother in her pre-teen years. Luna was a "working girl" before Veronica was born and some into her childhood. She was a serious junkie and alcoholic, allowing some very bad things to happen to her kids. She has since straightened her life up after Veronica grew older and wiser; -they formed a bond. Veronica misses her mama and unfortunately found out she took her own life by hanging. Only Veronica attended her funeral. 
Jared Ethan Blackwood
[Brother: Alive]
PB: Chris MillingtonJared is Veronicas older brother but not older by very much. He has always been her rock and was always there to take care of her as they were growing up; even though he had to endure the same neglect and abuse as Veronica did. He was mentally and physically stronger than her and was sensitive to Veronica's needs due to her mental instability. When she killed their father he turned on her and threatened to turn her in and she just couldn't allow that. She regrets everything she did to him and their mother that night. She did what she felt needed to be done and the consequence of her actions has left her never seeing or hearing from him again. He did not attend their mother's funeral. 
Ian Quinn Jackson
[Asylum cellmate/friend: Unknown]
PB: Dawid AuguscikIan and Veronica met while both of them were in Whittingham Asylum for the criminally insane. They didn't get along at first which was usual for Veronica however over time, they grew on each other. Ian was placed in the institution for murdering his wife and children. However, it was all a setup and he was in fact an innocent man. He was a businessman and his boss wanted him to kill a fellow associate. Once refused, his loved ones paid the price. It all being blamed on him. Veronica and Ian planned on escaping the Asylum together. However, when the time came he was nowhere to be found. Veronica left him behind and still regrets it to this day, wishing she knew what happened to him and if he was still there, was he okay? Vincent Michael Accardi
[Supplier: Alive] PB: Jeremy Ruehlemann Vince is a man that helped Veronica escape Whittingham Asylum for the criminally insane. Related to Jose Santiago; he helped just to have something to do. Now he basically takes care of Veronica and she has been in his debt. She sells drugs for him and carries out any tasks he may ask of her. She doesn't have much choice in the matter. He pays her bills and she owes him a great deal. Vincent cares a lot for Veronica and tried to drop hints to her that he is into her. She acts as if she is ignorant to his advances, unsure of herself and of her own feelings. She does respect Vincent and trusts him which there are not many that she trusts with her life and well-being. Jose Santiago
[Asylum Orderly: Alive] PB: Michael Pena Jose is an orderly from Whittingham Asylum for the criminally insane. Over time, Veronica gained his trust and persuaded him to help her escape with trickery and sex. With the help of his brother-in-law Vincent, they both played a huge part in her escape even though her friend Ian did not make it out as planned. It was out of their hands. Veronica owes Jose a great deal, she will do anything he asks however she does not see him very often. When they do see each other, Jose tends to flirt with Veronica, and with Vincent knowing they slept together, normally becomes jealous and quiet around them. Samantha [kandy] Raine
[Stripper: Alive] PB: Jessica Alba Samantha is an exotic dancer at the Kitty Kat lounge that Veronica frequents. She buys drugs from Veronica almost daily and supplies her with any intel she may want or need. She is literally sweet as candy, with a K that is. She is one girl that Veronica trusts and can call at any hour for a house visit if she so chooses. Veronica enjoys hanging with Kandy, she is funny and playful which is much different from what Veronica is used to. 
Dylan [unknown]
[Patient#780766: Alive]PB: Ash Stymest Dylan is a man from Wallshire Hospital that Veronica met while admitted there. Prior to her stay in Whittingham Asylum, she was there for several months and she and Dylan hit it off. They fell close as friends and had much in common, though during an unexpectedly intimate encounter a fight broke out with a man named Bruno. They have separated afterward and Veronica has not heard from him since. B R U N O
[Patient#777666: deceased] PB: Sid Haig Bruno is a mad man that killed his entire family after a Psychotic break and BBQ'd their bodies and sold it on the roadside to people just wanting some good ole BBQ. Veronica met him in Wallshire hospital where they did not get along and had many encounters where they fought each other and his life ending up being taken by Veronica during a fight in the showers. She was only defending her friend Dylan. Levi Aurthur Brooks
[Hitman/bodyguard: Alive] PB: Keanu Reeves Levi is a retired hitman turned bodyguard. He lost his wife and kids, they murdered while his home was being robbed. Quiet and alone, he took on the role of following Veronica around and annoying her to high end. Hired by her ex-love Marty, she had no idea why and hates the idea of it with a passion. She tries to lose him constantly and the only time they get along is when watching daytime television and eating Ramen noodles together. He loves Ramen, and Veronica always has Chicken Flavor, sometimes the creamy kind. Mikey Vero
[Status: Alive] PB: zayn malik Mikey, cousin to Vincent. A ladies man mostly but very shy around Veronica. She finds it adorable and picks on him a lot. He is always a text away, never call him, doesn't matter who you are, he won't answer. He is usually the driver for the boys when they are getting into trouble. Frank De Luca
[Status: Alive] PB: Hero Fiennes Tiffin Frank or who close ones call Frankie. He is a mamas boy and works hard to take care of her and his younger sister. He is a looker and one of the sweetest guys Veronica associates with. Too bad he is in love with his girlfriend Mary. Frank is a quiet guy, not really that shy but may surprise you with aggressiveness if given enough reason. Lil' Bobby
[Status: Alive] PB: victor Nunez Lil' Bobby is the biggest and strongest one in the bunch, however, he isn't the brightest bulb in the box. He is a happy guy and a joker. He is like a big teddy bear and gives some awesome cuddles. He drives some of the time during a job, but he does help with other small things the boys know he can handle. Mary
[Status: Alive] PB: thylane blondeau Mary is the daughter of some rich suit and the girlfriend of Frankie. All the guys seem to like her. Who wouldn't with her beautiful face and body? She believes Veronica is jealous of her and just wants her boyfriend, which is far from the truth on why Veronica dislikes her. She is fake, a crybaby, and draws too much attention when they are trying to keep a low profile. She is too loud as well, Veronica does not trust her. The boys hope one day there is a catfight so they can watch. Tyler Ty Ty Johnson
[Status: Alive] PB: Tyler Gregory Okonma Tyler (Ty Ty) Johnson or Goblin to Veronica. Ty Ty is a childhood friend of Veronica. They met in the neighborhood in Brooklyn, NY as kids, getting into lots of trouble together and eventually even being kidnapped together by a government organization that was experimenting with the effects of different drugs in which gave them both supernatural abilities. Once they realized these drugs had such effects, they planned to have them fight one another. Veronica escaped, she is famous for escaping sticky situations. Eventually fighting and overcoming the workers of the institution, Veronica and Tyler both are free and closer than they ever were, exploring their newfound abilities and the glory that comes with them. She thought about telling someone many times, but they wouldn't believe her anyway.  Edward "Pookie" Johnson
[Tylers Cousin-Status: Alive]PB: ASAP Rocky Pookie is the cousin of Tyler Johnson or as many know him as just Ty Ty. He has known Veronica just about as long as Tyler has known her. Once he crossed Veronica by taking advantage of her intoxication and took her supply of drugs. Not only what was to be sold for Vince, but her own personal and among other things that were in the bag she had that night. They fought back and forth until they eventually came to the agreement to continue being friends. She will keep a close eye on him. 
Bree
[Stripper: Alive]PB: Sammy PiconeBree is a new exotic dancer at the Kitty Kat Lounge where Veronica frequents. Right off the bat, Veronica felt she would be a good asset to her especially after the reaction of Levi when he first laid eyes on her. Bree buys drugs from Veronica and so far has yet to do anything to break any codes of trust. Levi goes soft around her, his palms sweating. Veronica adores seeing him this way so she may bring Bree around more often just to see Levi squirm and admire. Veronica is unsure of Bree and Levi and if anything has gone on that she doesn't know about. Sometimes they act suspect.
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05/29/2019 11:23 PM
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Try again...
"You're like end-stage cancer and I can't wait to die." A rainy Monday night in May. The Kitty Cat lounge was more than inviting and would surely show you a good time. ---She walked in like she owned the place. Dark denim jeans hugged her cutie-booty, and thigh-high leather boots zipped up the side, looked professional on her feet. Hair curled in dark ringlets; over-sized hoop earrings dangled from her ears. Lovely perky ladies sat up pretty inside her tiny tight tank-top. A gifted leather jacket kept everything confined, and she was ready for a good time, ready to roll the dice, ready to sell the rocks. "Come on over here girl and bend over for me. You know how your girl V do!" Veronica called to the hottest girl in the club as she slid down and around the pole and dropped that ass down to the floor. The intoxicated maniac, she stood next to the stage and couldn't keep her eyes off of her. Her name was Samantha, but her stage name was Kandy and this girl was beautiful. Drop-dead, kill yourself gorgeous. It really was a shame she had such Daddy issues and was tricking and snorting V's product instead of hustling the honest way. Who didn't have daddy issues anyway? Veronica licked her lips as the lamb swayed those hips of hers and made her way over to her. Navel to her eye-level, Veronica stuffed a bill in her g-string with one hand and popped her on the ass with the other. "Thank you, honey." Kandy whispered and softly pressed her lips against Veronica.'s. A sexy and soft, teasing kiss for V and for the rest of the men sitting there watching, and waiting. "Come see me after your set, I got what you want." Looking over her shoulder, Veronica took a seat in her normal spot at a table in the back. In the darkness, where she couldn't be seen very easily, but could clearly see the front door and the back. The chubby bartender soon came over and brought Veronica her usual, Goose on the rocks and would collect a fat tip. Veronica smirked up at her after taking a big sip from her drink, just about to ask the woman how she had been doing. "V, someone is asking for you at the other bar in the pool table room." she informed. Veronica stood from her seat, trying to peek into the other room of the club. "Dude in the suit?" She asked and frustration began to build inside of her. "Yes, that's him. Who is he? Kinda cute." The bartender bubbled, and Veronica gave her a look of disgust. "Gross, and don't worry who he is. I gotta go. Tell Kandy I will contact her." she said, never taking her eyes off of the man at the bar. Just as she was downing her drink, he got up from the bar and turned around. Immediately locking eyes with Veronica. She crunched a piece of ice and said to herself under her breath. "S h i t!" Veronica quickly dropped the glass and jumped over the chair and started running for the back exit. The man took off after her, bobbing and weaving through bodies of horny people throughout the club. He didn't say anything to anyone, his expression of seriousness as he aimed at his target; Veronica. She reached the back exit and pushed against the bar to open the door. It was stuck and wouldn't open. Giving time for the man to reach her and grab her by the leather jacket she was wearing. "Let go of me!" she yelled and everyone in the club turned their attention to the commotion. The clubs bouncer was outside in front of the club chatting it up with one of the lazy dancers and was oblivious of what was going on inside. Veronica spun around and elbowed the man in the mouth with force, and without hesitation, he returned the gesture. She laughed loudly and spit blood in his face, licking her stained teeth, then kneed him in the balls extremely hard. He crumbled to the floor, holding his manhood, and grunting obscenities at her. "Stop fu c k i n' following me, next time I will kill your a s s." she yelled while fighting to get the exit door open. Busting the door slightly, she finally got it open just enough for her to escape into the rainy night.-- The darkness offering concealment. The man shook his head with annoyance written all over his face. Why did Veronica have to be such a brat? --He took a long, deep inhale through his nose; pulled a handkerchief from the inside of his suit jacket pocket. Wiping his face, and making his way to the bar, ordering a Jameson. "Women!" was all that he said. --will try again tomorrow.
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04/18/2016 11:23 AM
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Notes from the writer
Writers Note:
If you would like to write with me, I'd prefer you to be at least 18 years of age or older in rl. I do not wish to plot with minors, as my themes are mature and graphic.
I have been roleplaying/writing since 2007. I usually write multi-para to Novella. If ever just a para, it will be detailed enough.
My verses/genres/themes or inspirations for Veronica consist of the following but are not limited to:
AHS|Asylum|Coven, Lucy, Resident Evil, Stranger Things, Silent Hill, Penny Dreadful, One flew over the cuckoo's nest, Girl Interrupted, - Violence|Murder, Psychological, Horror|Gore, Crime|Drugs, Supernatural, Controversial, Scene|Custom, Crossovers
I write scenes, drabbles, snippets, and character studies. I don't label everything.
: Please note, my chosen themes may be triggering and some may be offended by the material written or graphics posted :
I will not hassle anyone for a reply to a storyline, there is no need to apologize to me for taking a while. I would much rather you produce something you took time on, instead of a rushed response. There is no timer running; creativity sometimes needs its time. I ask that you do the same with me. After all, life is way too short and is happening very fast every day. People have jobs, bills, families, and things to do. I understand that, or maybe they just do not have the muse at the moment. If I send you an introduction message/comment, I would expect a reply in a decent amount of time. If it has been a month, I will more than likely contact you again. Otherwise, it's your loss.
I do not do deleting sprees. Normally, I may delete inactive/abandoned pages sometimes as it happens far too often nowadays. People get ideas and impulsively make pages they have no time to commit to. This is my main page, since 2014, a well-developed character I am attached at the hip with. I do have other muses. So, if you choose not to write with me, you may just lounge on my list all you'd like. I will read, comment, and share your content posted. The only other time I may consider a sweep, is if I notice drama around me.
That brings me to my next point; I am far too old and have no patience for your drama. There is no room in my life for it. (ooc drama.) If it is in a storyline/ic, I am all for it. Do not bring it to me, do not bring your gossip mouths to me.
I am over the age of 30 in real life, I do have many responsibilities as most adults do. I have kids, a dog and cats, and bills. Sometimes muse is high, sometimes it is low. I also have to have time to relax, and time to sleep. So I don't always have a lot of time to be on my computer. I may be mobile some of the time. I don't really like writing via mobile. So, if you find it's been a few days and my reply hasn't shown up, but you see me in status; that is usually the reason.
On to status play; I like it, I do it, you should join.
Please don't jock; it is seriously frowned upon all throughout the roleplay community. That goes for edited images, character plots, etc. Seen it happen to friends, have had it happen to me. Don't get caught doing it.
Do not god-mode my character. EVER! If you don't know what this means, educate yourself. This means you don't say what my character is doing or thinking. You don't force action from my character. This is usually known, but some may not.
It never matters to me where we write our storyline. Inbox, Comments, Blogs. I always leave it up to you.
I play Veronica exactly how I feel she should be played. To find out more about her, navigate to her page and blogs.
Enjoy yourself, make friendships, and loves, and bonds.
xoxo ♥ writer of V...
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03/14/2016 11:36 PM
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Story of v - Chapter 1
 Story of v - chapter 1 'Twas a late evening, mid-July, echos of pain fill the brisk summers air, bringing forth stagnant humidity as a bastard child is born. An amputation you would think, excruciating cries ringing out into the fog-filled streets of Brooklyn, New York. The birth of Veronica Raven Blackwood, in the back of a cab, was, unfortunately, a mistake from the very beginning. Doomed, the girl was not meant for a life of luxury. Conceived by a drug-addicted prostitute mother, Luna, -her mother being forced into sex trafficking by her abusive, alcoholic, pedophile father Felix Blackwood. Once at the hospital, the nurses felt pity for the poor baby girl, even though they were unaware of the true horrors she would eventually come to tolerate. She was so innocent to a ruthless world, ignorant to the evils that lurked ahead of her. Childhood? What was that to Veronica? Not your typical little girl with pigtails in her hair and a cheeky grin. She grew up in a household of physical and emotional abuse, neglect, and rape. Her father never wished-for her, never wanted her older brother Jared, never really desired their mother. She was just an object to him, both of them, just money makers for him. Forcing her mother to do what he said and if refused, she would surely be beaten and locked away as punishment. In time, it turned into their mother never being around. She was commonly found on a corner somewhere with the whores of the town, letting the darkness consume her; with a needle stuck in her arm. The only person that understood was her older brother Jared. He enduring the same type of abuse as Veronica throughout their childhoods. Their father would enter their rooms late in the night, in the early morning hours. When the house was expected to be silent and still when all that should be heard were the rats running track in the attic. He would sneak in, covering their mouths with his dirty mitt and have his forceful way. Their mother nowhere to be found, they too young and innocent to do anything about it on their own, nobody would believe them if it was ever mentioned anyway. Over time, Veronica stayed as strong as she possibly could. The girl was hard as stone on the outside, yet on the inside, was crumbling away, all the while screaming at the top of her lungs for help. Those observing from the outside would just throw metaphorical stones, turn her away; -rejection was a common thing for her, she felt so out of place; like an alien. “She is that whores daughter.” they would say. “How much does her father charge if I want some play?” men would ask. Veronica was turning into a block of lighter-fluid coated coal. Able to fuel a fire by a flick of a flame, but unable to last very long. “Ew, don't pick her.” the kids at school would say. Veronica would cower like a scolded puppy when caught doing its business upon the floor. Keeping to herself, always; and people wondered why. It was better that way, it was healthier that way. She was toxic, anyone that tried to get close to her would eventually just fade away. Would be pushed away, or would just run away. She could not really blame them. School was a complete horror show for Veronica. As she got older and had plenty of bad experiences-a grocery list long; she hated it, despised it. The teachers and counselors didn't know which way to wipe their own a s s e s; sure could not teach anyone a lick of useful knowledge. The girls in school were all preps, goodie goodies and Veronica did not fall into that category. She spent most of her time alone at school, or with her brother Jared when they would see each other between classes. Veronica was nothing but a trouble maker in school. The girls hated her, but, the boys seemed to flock to her. Perhaps she had some sort of sex appeal in a way, after-all her sense of style was far more out there and risky than the other girls. Of course, Veronica receiving attention from boys would just make the basic girls jealous, they would then out of spite, pick on her and try to embarrass her. Would try to trip her to make her fall, stick gum in her hair as she walked by in the hallways. Spread rumors about her number of sex partners, yet, they never spoke the truth. They never used what was easily accessible to them. That was because they were not smart, and Veronica was. She is above average intelligence, she is many things that nobody takes the time to recognize. Regardless. The list could go on and on. However, it would always backfire on the little bitches. The girl with a heart of stone would never get embarrassed, she knew it was what they wanted out of her, a reaction. Also, the boys would even help her and ask if she was okay. Only feeding the mouth of hatred they so deeply possessed. Little did they know what Veronica had to deal with at home, her brother as well; their mother. They never wanted to go home, but where else would two kids go; the streets? How long would they last on the streets of slumville with no education, no money, and no experience? Little did they know-little did they care. Times were tough for Veronica and her family, and things were only getting worse. Their mother had become ill with Hepatitis C and it wasn't looking to be a very good outcome. She had multiple other health issues from years of drug use and abuse, neglect to her own self. Their father did not give as to even a fart in the wind about their mother Luna. He would just go do his dirty deeds elsewhere, returning home angry, all because he could not keep it up while cheating on their mother. He would always take out his frustrations on the kids, they had to suffer anytime something went wrong in his world. Over the years Veronica became more like a rag-doll in some ways when it came to her father, she wouldn't respond, wouldn't move, wouldn't cry. This would punch him in his gut with frustration and make him angry. She used to fight back when she was very little, but then she would be beaten far worse than when she didn't fight back. The young girl realized she had to pick and choose her own battles, at a very young age. Sweet sixteen, come blow out the candles, its time for a party Veronica! -Nope, things were getting just too bad at home. The young punks mother could not get off of the sofa, nor put down that good ole bottle of Jack Daniels. Here Veronica was trying so hard, putting her own a s s on the line to help her mother recover from her illnesses; and her mother takes advantage. Yet, she understood, Veronica felt for her mother. She had it pretty bad; being forced to do things she did not want to do, no say so in her own life. The pitiful woman was stuck and nobody wanted to help her and if they did, became frightened by their father Felix. He would threaten them if anyone would try to help and he had plenty of buddies to assist him in removing anyone out of his way. Luckily, Veronica, Jared, and their mother Luna would have a break soon enough. Father was taking off, again. Veronica's father left frequently, he would be gone for some time, it varying; -giving them all a break, just a breath of fresh air for a little while. This time he had been gone for months, with any luck, he looked at someone the wrong way and was killed. She hoped that is, though Veronica never got what she wanted. Everyone else always came before her, that wasn't just granted treatment by her parents and peers. It was also given by herself as well. Eventually, Veronica would do anything necessary to get by and help her mother and her brother. He was older than her by a year or so give or take a few days to weeks. They both had to step up their game. The girl everyone always called rag-doll ended up dropping out of high-school to help take care of her mother and, just the household in itself. Someone had to do it, and Jared was taking on enough as it was. Her brother was doing everything he could to help out with money, food, and supplies. He even went out and got a part-time job at a local sex shop to bring in some form of income. -At least he said that was what he was doing for the money.- She never meddled in her brothers business, unless he came to her with something, anything. Sometimes he did, they actually became rather close while growing up together, bonding. Having to deal with their everyday lives but at least they had each other. They weren't completely alone, never would be. The lamb was starting to get frustrated and fed up with how things were going. Her Mother was surely dying and Veronica felt helpless. What else could she do for her? They couldn't afford fancy treatment, could barely afford to keep the lights on in their tiny apartment. Days seemed to be becoming grim and she was unsure of how to fix it. She did the only thing she felt she could do well enough to make some good money. Eventually, Veronica ended up doing what she had to do and started selling drugs. Along with the selling of the various uppers, downers, and all arounders, also came the consumption of the drugs as well. The girl had gotten herself in elbow deep, she was becoming addicted, she could feel it. However, it was at least working, she was able to afford things they could not before, for example, even the simplest of items anyone else would consider normal to have, bananas. Veronica was able to keep the lights on, food in the fridge, and the appropriate medicine needed for her mother to recover and possibly live a new, healthy life. Veronica hoped for these things, she wanted everything to be alright, to be okay. But, she knew nothing would ever be.-”okay.” Things were looking up for the most part, or at least she thought. The days passing seemed to be going reasonably good for Veronica and her family. That is until her a s s h o l e of a father returned back to their home. Of course it would not be long until he would be attempting to be back to his old ways, however, Veronica was older and wiser now, on the verge of cracking at any moment, no longer afraid. The abused young woman had enough and wasn't going to stand for it any longer. The silence would soon be over. Within just a few nights after her father returned home, on this night, it was dead silent in the house, around four in the morning. Only the sounds of rats in the attic could be heard as per usual. Her father was passed out drunk on the couch again. Her mother and brother were both sleeping like angels in their beds, tucked in securely. There, Veronica laid in her bed, eyes closed gently as a dream had just begun. Maybe it would have been a pleasant dream, perhaps not.-Usually not. The door of her room began to creak as it slowly started to open. Veronica's foggy hues immediately shot open in reaction to the familiar sound, subtle, but able to alert her well enough. She stayed still, quiet, like an animal playing dead, closing her orbs again. It was him, and f u c k the world if she was going to let him have a go at her again. She could smell him from the doorway, that stench, the bourbon on his breath, the cologne trying to cover his body odor of pure filth, the trash that he indeed is. The girl stayed motionless, calm as a clam even though her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest and run away, take shelter for safety. She would not blame it if it had, she would not blame anyone for abandoning her, she was worthless. Her father drunkenly shuffled his heavy boots along the noisy planks of the floor and over to her bed. She could hear him wheezing as he stood there, towering over her for a moment, then suddenly snatching her blanket off of her body. She wore just night shorts and a tank top and the cool air hit her exposed skin just as the blanket hit the floor. Veronica's eyes opened, the darkness within them, a coldness, a loss of just giving a f u c k anymore. The girl that had enough sat up in her bed, without any hesitation, a secret pistol was pulled from beneath her pillow. Veronica got up on her feet upon the mattress of her bed, complete insanity within her picture frames as she pressed cold steel to his forehead and pulled the trigger; shot her father right between the eyes. She held her chin up high and snarled as his brain exploded from the back of his skull, blood splat in every which direction. All over Veronica, droplets upon her pale face. Her father's limp body fell to the floor, making a loud thump. More plasma began to escape his body, small amounts of his brain seemed to be protruding from both the entrance and exit wounds. What a sight it was to Veronica who stood over him, saying nothing, just spitting upon his corpse. Proud of herself. Moments later, Veronica's brother and mother came rushing into her bedroom. They both heard the gunshot that rang out and was stunned to see what she had just done. Both were completely speechless, the color drained from their faces; white as ghosts. They just stood there, frozen in place, holding each other tightly, beginning to cry and not sure of what to do. Veronica soon got down from standing on her bed, she still had the pistol grasped within her right grip. Not ready to let go of it just yet, she herself was not exactly sure what she was going to do next. Veronica dreamed of killing her father for many moons but had not thought about what to do after the fact. At that moment, she stood over his body and watched as his fresh claret spread across the wooden floor, seeping into the grain. There were tiny splatters of crimson all over the room, it was going to take a lot of time to clean up the mess. The blood... the sight of it; must have made something switch, turn, and twist in her mind and she began to completely lose control. Veronica started screaming at the top of her lungs, incoherent ramblings; shaking her head back and forth, and jumping up and down on her bed. She began hysterically laughing and crying all at the same time. Luna and Jared just stood there and watched in utter shock and disbelief. Jared then whispered to their mother. "Go call the police, right now!" he said, being very careful with his movements as he knew how Veronica was, and how she could react. Veronica immediately turned the gun on them both as soon as she heard the word police. “No cops!” she yelled, aiming the gun back and forth, to and fro from her mother to her brother. With a look of fright in her hues, madness within her tears that streamed down her cheeks; what had she just done? Her life was now over, perhaps she should turn the gun on herself and end it all? It would be easier for everyone that way. But, she did it, she actually killed him, she took out the trash, he could never hurt them nor anyone else ever again. However, Veronica wasn't going to allow them to turn her in. Their father, Luna's husband deserved what he got, he should have been killed long ago. “F u c k him and his high horse!” she cursed at them, extreme agitation, adrenaline pumping, restlessness, flight or fight, she was about to do both. The abused girl had no remorse, she knew only pain when it came to Felix. She would kill him again if she could. A panic suddenly rushed over Veronica, with as much as she loved her mother and Jared, she just couldn't let them tell on her. She would clean up the mess herself, no need to have her punished. They could go on with their lives happily now, she had done a good job. “Veronica, just calm down, please, put the gun down.” her brother pleaded calmly but with a shakiness to his voice, she could tell he was afraid of her, of her mental state. Veronica had already done so many wild destructive things, ever since they were little he had been picking up her broken pieces. He certainly was aware of what she was capable of, she was not one to trust, even by her own brother. “Calm down? You know what will happen to me Jared if I am taken in. You know damn well!” she screamed with roaring tears cascading from her sockets. “Don't you love me?” she asked, crying, scared, confused, and lost. But, she would make a decision, nobody could talk her down from what she was to do. Hours past it seemed; Veronica now was sitting all alone in her room on her bed, knees balled up tightly against her chest, just blankly staring at her fathers' body rotting upon the floor. Her thoughts were scrambled. She had just tied up and sedated her brother and mother with Ketamine, a powerful sedative used during surgeries, sometimes mixed with other drugs. -Veronica had access to drugs you wouldn't dare think she would have. The crazed girl then locked them away in a self-made shelter type of room they made in their home. Veronica and Jared made the room, behind a wall inside of her closet. Just in case, just if they needed to hide from their father, only they and their mother knew of it. How could she? Maybe she was just out of her mind, after all, the poor girl had spent many days... nights in and out of mental wards and detention centers, or, maybe she just had enough. Everyone has their breaking point and Veronica had reached hers when it came to her father. She sat there throughout the entire night, not moving a muscle. She could not move, all she could do was barely breathe and hug herself so tight. Soon the night would be erased by the day and she had to think of something, but what? It didn't really matter, she ran out of time. The front door of her home suddenly was blasted open; “Come out with your hand up, its the Police!” was shouted as the troops came marching in. The address was no stranger to the police. Veronica was constantly in trouble with the law and the neighbors enjoyed calling on the family any chance they could. Veronica didn't even flinch to the sounds of a bomb in her living room, she had no fear any longer, the one fear she did have was now dead and gone. Moments later, the bedroom door to her room was kicked open, many men with guns and black masks on filled the room. Barrels all directed right at Veronica, but, she was just a girl, just an innocent victim. With her head down, dried blood coated her nightclothes, her skin, brain matter stuck in her hair. The lunatic looked up through her long lashes with an angry upper lip, an expression of attack mode activated if touched. One of the men grabbed her by the arm. "Let's go V." he grumbled out with authority. -Big mistake, Veronica upper palmed him straight in his nose, breaking it; she wouldn't be taken without a fight. Sure enough, five... six... maybe seven men were atop of her. Fighting to get her cuffed up, hog-tied, face guarded, and thrown into the back of a police van. "No!!! Mama... Jared!!! I love you, I'm sorry!" she screamed as she was taken into custody. ____ “Thank god they arrested her, I bet she killed someone over there when we heard that gunshot Carl.” said the neighbor Carol as she spied out of her living-room window from across the street. “It's not good to be a snitch.” her husband Carl replied. "Thoughts and prayers." the lady chirped, closing her curtains. ❝ I'm just a psychotic girl and I won't get lost in your world.❞
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03/08/2016 06:57 PM
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Veronicas Mind
Veronica is a very complicated young woman. Many misunderstand her and the way she acts and why she can be so hot and cold or go from rage to sweetness in seconds.
She suffers from many mood/mental disorders that she denies that she has. These are what control her, so if ever wondering why she says the things she does or acts the way she does this is why. Regardless of the facts of her abusive and traumatic past.
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BIPOLAR 1 DISORDER-- is a bipolar spectrum disorder characterized by the occurrence of at least one manic or mixed episode. Most patients also, at other times, have one or more depressive episodes, and all experience a hypomanic stage before progressing to full mania. It is a type of bipolar disorder and conforms to the classic concept of manic-depressive illness, which can include psychosis during mood episodes. The difference with bipolar II disorder is that the latter requires that the individual must never have experienced a full manic or mixed-manic episode - only less severe hypomanic episode(s).
PSYCHOSIS-- refers to an abnormal condition of the mind described as involving a "loss of contact with reality". People with psychosis are described as psychotic. People experiencing psychosis may exhibit some personality changes and thought disorder. Depending on its severity, this may be accompanied by unusual or bizarre behavior, as well as difficulty with social interaction and impairment in carrying out daily life activities.
ANXIETY-- is an emotion characterized by an unpleasant state of inner turmoil, often accompanied by nervous behavior, such as pacing back and forth, somatic complaints, and rumination. It is the subjectively unpleasant feelings of dread over anticipated events, such as the feeling of imminent death. Anxiety is not the same as fear, which is a response to a real or perceived immediate threat, whereas anxiety is the expectation of future threat. Anxiety is a feeling of fear, uneasiness, and worry, usually generalized and unfocused as an overreaction to a situation that is only subjectively seen as menacing. It is often accompanied by muscular tension, restlessness, fatigue, and problems in concentration. Anxiety can be appropriate, but when experienced regularly the individual may suffer from an anxiety disorder.
DEPRESSION-- is a state of low mood and aversion to activity that can affect a person's thoughts, behavior, feelings, and sense of well-being. People with a depressed mood can feel sad, anxious, empty, hopeless, helpless, worthless, guilty, irritable, ashamed or restless. They may lose interest in activities that were once pleasurable, experience loss of appetite or overeating, have problems concentrating, remembering details or making decisions, and may contemplate, attempt or commit suicide. Insomnia, excessive sleeping, fatigue, aches, pains, digestive problems or reduced energy may also be present. Depressed mood is a feature of some psychiatric syndromes such as major depressive disorder, but it may also be a normal reaction to life events such as bereavement, a symptom of some bodily ailments or a side effect of some drugs and medical treatments.
SCHIZOPHRENIA [MILD]-- is a mental disorder characterized by abnormal social behavior and failure to understand reality. Common symptoms include false beliefs, unclear or confused thinking, hearing voices, reduced social engagement, and emotional expression, and a lack of motivation. People often have additional mental health problems such as anxiety disorders, major depressive illness or substance use disorder. Symptoms typically come on gradually, begin in young adulthood, and last a long time.
SHORT-TERM MEMORY [OR "PRIMARY" OR "ACTIVE MEMORY"]-- is the capacity for holding, but not manipulating, a small amount of information in mind in an active, readily available state for a short period of time. The duration of short-term memory [when rehearsal or active maintenance is prevented] is believed to be in the order of seconds. A commonly cited capacity is The Magical Number Seven, Plus or Minus Two [which is frequently referred to as Miller's Law.] In contrast, long-term memory can hold an indefinite amount of information.
DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER [DID]--[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.
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