Post by Aislinn Andrews on Jul 18, 2008 12:35:45 GMT -5
Aislinn Andrews
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"Sometimes you need a second chance,"[/size]
"because time wasn't ready for the first one."
•• i just watched her make the same mistakes again[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]
name , Aislinn Erianna Andrews[/b][/i]
nicknames , Aislinn, Ash
gender , female
age , sixteen
date of birth , 28 August 1992
grade , 10 sophomore
sexuality , straight
clique , Musician•• what's wrong, what's wrong now? ••
hair colour , chesnutt
eye colour , hazel
build , curvy
height , five foot seven
weight , 129
paragraph , Aislinn's naturally curly chesnutt hair tumbles to the middle of her back in a graceful, haphazard waterfall. She likes to use her wide eyes to show emotion, which they do on their own a lot of the time. Aislinn has never felt very tall or very short: she's always felt "just right." People tell her that she looks a lot like her mother, which she hopes is true.
played by , Emmy Rossum
•• too many, too many problems ••
[/b][/i]home town , New London, Connecticut
mother , Angelina Hart-Andrews (deceased)
father , Gregory Andrews
brothers , Damien Andrews
sisters , Alicia Lyons
other , Unhealthy attatchment to her pet cat, Stargazer.
•• don't know where she belongs ••
[/b][/i][/center]history , Aislinn grew up with her mother, father, and siblings in New London until she was three. When she was three, her mother left them for another man. Aislinn hasn't heard from her mother in a long time. Her father moved his family to Torrington when Aislinn was about to turn four. There he met Tina, Aislinn's stepmom, whom Aislinn hates. Aislinn began with orchestra when she was six. She played viola for a while, then dropped orchestra and began teaching herself guitar and piano. When Aislinn was eleven, Tina announced that she was pregnant with twins. Aislinn was horrified, angry, and upset all at one time. Promptly, Aislinn moved to Brooklyn to live with Alicia and her family. She does not speak to her father.
personality , Aislinn is a thinker. She always has been. Sometimes she comes across as insensitive or snobby when she doesn't reply right away when in fact she is thinking. Aislinn is happiest when she's playing guitar or piano. She has begun to write music, which she tries to make as real as possible. Aislinn believes in true love and soul mates, mostly because of all the crap she's been through with her parents and Tina. She sees that with Alicia and her husband, and is constantly looking for signs with all of her boyfriends and/or dates. Aislinn is very caring and is constantly trying to help make the world a better place.
likes ,
-music
-writing
-painting
-reading
-running
-boys
-cats
-soccer
-shoes
-honesty
dislikes , at least seven
-fake people
-dishonest people
-litterers
-people that don't use correct grammar
-superficial people
-supermodels
-bugs
fears ,
-failing
-drowning
-fire
hopes ,
-to become a semi-famous musician
-to see her mother again
-to discover herself
•• she wants to go home
[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]luv2write ,
age , not needed
experience , 3 years
password , hell on earth
sample , I'll only be gone a minute. Then it'll all be over. All the pain will be gone.
God, this hurts! Why can't I talk?! Where is everyone?!
Where am I? Do you remember me? Have you discovered that I'm gone yet?
Do you miss me yet?
I vaguely remember thinking these things before it happened, while it happened, after it happened, and now. Not all of them at once, of course, because I had better things that I was thinking about all at once, like what my parents were going to say, who was going to wonder where I'd gone, and how my plan hadn't gone the way I'd planned. But that's okay, because now we're all happy. I have no regrets... yet.
I still have to wonder, do they miss me yet?
"Haley,"
Voices swirled around me as I looked around. I was in a hospital bed, and there were people going to and fro, surrounding me, checking the monitors next to me and looking at the bags of who-knows-what hooked up to my arms.
"Yes." I said, but nobody looked at me.
Odd. I was sure that I'd said it loud enough....
"Hello?" I tried again, louder that time.
"Haley, please wake up." pleaded a voice next to me. I turned to see my mother, her eye makeup running down her cheeks, her face blotchy, a tissue in her hand.
"Mom, I'm awake. Let's go, I don't like it here." I said, my voice cracking. I was getting worried.
Again, nobody looked up. My mother continued crying, and the odd thing was, she was staring right at me. Why didn't she hear me or see that my eyes were open or that my mouth was moving?
"Mom!" I cried again and again, until my voice was eardrum-shattering and my throat was hoarse.
But nobody heard me.
I wondered where I was. Everything was covered in a thick ice, including the spiders that littered the ground profusely. Nothing moved except for the icy-cold wind that blew constantly.
Hedges of black roses were everywhere. I touched one and gasped. Its end leaves curled up in a fire it had started on its own accord. The fire covered the entire rose, leaving behind it a sparkling, blood-red rose. I touched a spider, and it started its own fire, curling into a new spider. I began walking, but I accidentally stepped on some spiders, and they too curled into life.
There was one lone bench underneath a lone weeping willow. To get to the bench, I would have to walk down a long stone path that was littered in spiders, so I’d have to be careful.
This place is odd.
Do these doctors not realize that I’m awake? Not even my own mother sees me sitting here! For goodness’ sakes, I’m drinking from a cup of soup! Now I’m standing up and walking around! Now I’m doing backflips, cartwheels, handstands!
This is scary. I like the frozen lands with the spiders better.
Wait… that’s odd. I sort of remember a place with spiders… and black roses! Was it some sort of dream? Or was it where I went while the paramedics tried to stop the bleeding…?
I didn’t mean for it to be that hard for myself, or messy for the others. I’d meant for everything to stop right away. So much blood… everywhere! It was all over me, and I couldn’t get it off….
This bench is cold.
Maybe it’s because I’m wearing a thin gown made of lace, and the fact that stops at my knees, but this place is extremely cold. My breath comes in puffs of white air. The crispy, frozen grass is covered in frost. The piano I can see far off in the distance is enveloped in snow.
I love the piano. It’s so beautiful, and I can play so well. It’s probably the only reason I should’ve stayed. I felt so much power sitting at the little bench in front of my piano, tapping out songs hidden in secret code that only musicians could read.
I could even write my own code, and when the right musician played it, the code became a beautiful song that told the sad, sad tale of a girl that’s alone… alone in a land of cold-hearted people that didn’t see her for what she really was.
Do you miss me yet?
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