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"There are certain points in one's life where they hit the breaking point. Its at that point where they where they cant fight anymore, all their strength and will has fallen apart, and no longer exists. I have hit that point. My mother abusive, my father dead, I didn't know what to do with myself. I couldn't protect my little brother whom my mother had killed, and I couldn't protect myself. What was I supposed to do? I just dug myself deeper into this hell. I began to self harm, I began to isolate myself from my friends, I worse sweaters all the time, hats as well, gloves too. I didn't like to show skin, didn't want people to see my cuts, or the bruises and burns [that now littered my body. I didn't know what to tell my friends to explain my odd behavior. They didn't give up on me, no, even after I isolated myself from them, they still continued to try to get into my walls.
"I was fourteen when this all happened. Now fifteen, my mother disappeared. I think she got drunk and when she tried to drive home, got in an accident or something. I didn't know, I didn't care. And no one knew about the fact I was now an orphan. I continued to act normal, well normal for me, I continued to self harm, and I continued to hide in my room everyday after school, as though one day my mom would reappear and come to kill me. Not that she ever did. Three or four months after my mother disappeared, I actually stepped out of my room. I was terrified of course, even though I hadn't seen her when I got home. But I was starving, having avoided eating for the past week or so, and I needed to eat, I knew I needed to eat.
"I couldn't remember the last time I touched a pan, a pack of top ramen, hell I couldn't remember hoe to light the stupid burners on the oven. Once I figured it out, I set the pot on the fire and sat down on a chair, paranoid that my mother would pop out at any moment. I held tightly on to a metal spoon I was using to stir the ramen and bit my lip, looking around, scared for my life. I dont remember when, but I had fallen asleep at one point. The metal spoon had clattered to the floor, and my head rested lazily on the chipped wooden table. Next time I woke, it was to the smell of fire. I shot awake, screaming. The whole oven had caught, and I knew it was a matter of seconds before it completely exploded from all the gas. I turned and stumbled out of the kitchen, gripping on to walls, coughing from the smoke.
"I couldn't recall the layout of my own house, couldn't find the way out. Tears streaked my ashen cheeks. I was going to die in here. My mother could've killed me, but no, she disappeared before that happened, and now I would die by my own stupidity. I clutched tightly on to the couch, ducking behind it, putting my mouth against it to try and breathe anything but the smoke filled air. Boom. The oven exploded. All I heard was a high pitched scream in my ear. The blast had thrown me away from the couch, leaning against some wall, scratches and blood covering my body. I wondered if anyone had called the police. I couldn't handle this anymore. The smoke...
"I stood up, stumbling and falling the first time. I pushed myself back up, teetering towards the door that seemed to grow farther away with each step. I wasn't sure I would make it before I passed out. I finally touched the warm metal doorknob and twisted it, pushing the heavy door open. But I couldn't push myself to go any farther. I tripped and fell, right at the entrance to my escape. My eyes drooped closed, and I was outside. I wondered if someone would make it. Or would the bottom half of my body burn in hell?"
Plot//
so pretty much Ryan has extreme PTSD from her mothers abuse. She is weak, broken, scared. After the fire, your character, [male, can be a firefighter or paramedic, can also be some random kid that saves her life] become glued to her side after saving her from the fire. He takes her in after she is released from the hospital, learning she had no parental figure in her life. They grow close, there can either be a romance between them, or just a father daughter type thing, depends on how old your character is and blah blah blah. She is sixteen now. We start at the scene of the fire. Please post pic, name, age and your first post. Thanks c:
