Post by Monogatari on Jun 3, 2014 13:05:22 GMT
r e a s o n s i g n o r e d
NO LONGER CARING
h o w l o n g i t m a y t a k e j u s t
TO MEND THE HEARTBREAK
NAME: rune roxanne vinter
AGE: sixteen
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: closeted
OCCUPATION: wanderer
AFFILIATION: neutralfor now
FACE CLAIM: roxas - kingdom hearts
HEIGHT: 5'3"
HAIR: blond, gelled into spikes
EYES: blue, sometimes hides them behind glasses
OTHER: he wears wrist warmers and long sleeves all the time.
AGE: sixteen
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: closeted
OCCUPATION: wanderer
AFFILIATION: neutral
FACE CLAIM: roxas - kingdom hearts
HEIGHT: 5'3"
HAIR: blond, gelled into spikes
EYES: blue, sometimes hides them behind glasses
OTHER: he wears wrist warmers and long sleeves all the time.
l o s t a n d u n s u r e
THE BOY IS FADING
this is going to be short and sweet because proboards made me lose what i had earlier.
-- EMOTIONLESS rune is often called the 'zombie boy' by just about anyone he has ever gone to school with. this name is normally reserved for the bullies, however, as they somehow find joy in trying to 'make the zombie feel'. he doesn't remember how to feel emotions. he had locked them in a box in his childhood and lost both the box and the key a long time ago. any hope of showing or relearning what the human emotions are would take a miracle and one stubborn personality. he's pretty docile, too, letting anything happen to him. he won't care, and he won't react to it. those who didn't like him would often push him to the ground, push him up against walls, and beat him bloody. he never did a thing, allowing them to do what they pleased while he stared off in the distance, eyes dull and lifeless. not even the physical pain brought him to flinch, to cringe, or to beg for them to stop.
-- NIGHT TERRORS rune suffers from night terrors. for those who don't know what that is, it is when someone has reoccurring episodes of extreme fright, terror, and/or dread. it is often classified as 'just a nightmare' to those who don't know about night terrors. the only difference is that people often don't remember their night terrors or why they got up in the first place, screaming bloody murder. this often keeps rune up at night, and he has even developed insomnia from trying to keep himself from returning to the world he can never remember, the world that never was.
-- COMBINATION EATING DISORDER rune also suffers from an eating disorder that includes periods of fasting and periods of binging and purging. the period of binging and purging is when he eats as much as he possibly can, only to force himself to vomit afterwards once he is alone in the bathroom. it has stunting his growth just as much as his mother's neglect had, thus why he is still so short and skinny.
-- OTHER rune has a safe place. this safe place is wherever the walls are closed around him, such as in between walls, in closets, in cabinets, etc. he likes to hide away in these confined spaces when something he actually didn't want to happen occurs or when he just doesn't want to revisit his night terrors.
-- EMOTIONLESS rune is often called the 'zombie boy' by just about anyone he has ever gone to school with. this name is normally reserved for the bullies, however, as they somehow find joy in trying to 'make the zombie feel'. he doesn't remember how to feel emotions. he had locked them in a box in his childhood and lost both the box and the key a long time ago. any hope of showing or relearning what the human emotions are would take a miracle and one stubborn personality. he's pretty docile, too, letting anything happen to him. he won't care, and he won't react to it. those who didn't like him would often push him to the ground, push him up against walls, and beat him bloody. he never did a thing, allowing them to do what they pleased while he stared off in the distance, eyes dull and lifeless. not even the physical pain brought him to flinch, to cringe, or to beg for them to stop.
-- NIGHT TERRORS rune suffers from night terrors. for those who don't know what that is, it is when someone has reoccurring episodes of extreme fright, terror, and/or dread. it is often classified as 'just a nightmare' to those who don't know about night terrors. the only difference is that people often don't remember their night terrors or why they got up in the first place, screaming bloody murder. this often keeps rune up at night, and he has even developed insomnia from trying to keep himself from returning to the world he can never remember, the world that never was.
-- COMBINATION EATING DISORDER rune also suffers from an eating disorder that includes periods of fasting and periods of binging and purging. the period of binging and purging is when he eats as much as he possibly can, only to force himself to vomit afterwards once he is alone in the bathroom. it has stunting his growth just as much as his mother's neglect had, thus why he is still so short and skinny.
-- OTHER rune has a safe place. this safe place is wherever the walls are closed around him, such as in between walls, in closets, in cabinets, etc. he likes to hide away in these confined spaces when something he actually didn't want to happen occurs or when he just doesn't want to revisit his night terrors.
a d i s t a n t f r a g m e n t
OF NOBODY IMPORTANT
a mistake. that is all he has ever been. just a mistake. his mother made sure to remind him of this every day since the moment he could understand her words. he was never supposed to be born. the woman was doing just well with her current marriage, never slipping up with her husband. just one chance meeting, however, led her down a dark path. she had an affair that lasted only half a year. in that half of a year, she had conceived a child. the father was not the person she was married to but the man she had the affair with. things were broken off as soon as the tiny little baby bump became not so tiny anymore. she broke it off fearing her husband would freak out, only for the man to think it was his. she... honestly hadn't married the brightest of men.
she never went to a hospital to get the baby checked. no, she convinced her husband to let her have a natural birth without the use of medicines or doctors. why? she really just didn't want to have the doctor come back and say it wasn't her husband's. she also never got an abortion because it would have looked suspicious. so, on the day of the child's birth, they didn't know what the gender was going to be or what to expect. they both wanted a girl, so they decorated the baby room in pink and even picked out feminine names. when the baby was born, they were given a shock to see that the baby was a boy. the father didn't seem to care, but the mother did. not only was the child illegitimate but also the wrong gender. she wanted to get rid of him, who they went ahead and gave the feminine names anyway, but her husband wouldn't have it.
he asked why she didn't want the child after they went through such preparation for him. she wouldn't tell him. he dropped it for the time being, setting his sights on the future of 'their' son. when the father was away, though, young rune was neglected. as soon he was weened from breast milk, she started ignoring him. getting the food he needed to survive required crying until he pushed the woman's last button in which she would finally give him his milk or his mashed up banana or apple sauce. she would remind him constantly when he was around that he was just a mistake, that he shouldn't even exist. she would threaten him until the boy was afraid of his own mother, though she would never lay a finger on him. causing physical injuries would only alert her husband. when father was around, he made sure to cling to the man. he was only fed normally and given the care and attention a toddler needs when the man was around.
when he was four years old and much smaller than he should be, a man suddenly showed up at their front door. rune was the one to answer, staring up at the man who seemed relatively clean cut and friendly. mother was out at the time, but father was home. he took it upon himself to let the stranger in, never having been given the 'stranger danger' speech. the man seemed nice enough, anyway, so why bother about common sense? come on. he was four. he pestered the man until his father walked into the room, giving the stranger a questioning stare. "this is slade, daddy!" rune chirped, looking up from his toy cars--normally hidden away when mother was around to keep her from throwing them away--to grin at his father. only, it wasn't his father. slade chuckled, shaking his head as he stood to shake hands with the man rune had called father for so long. "i'm sorry to say this, kid, but that man isn't your father."
rune just gave slade the most confused stare, eye brows furrowing together. the words caused his 'father' to stiffen. "what did you say? of course i'm his father; i--" slade quickly cut in, silencing the other with a wave of the hand. "nope. your so-called wife was cheating on you. with me. he's biologically my son." this was all so confusing to the young boy. his father wasn't his father? mother did always say he wasn't supposed to exist, but he never thought it would have been like this. his mother, with her impeccable timing, entering the house at that moment, pausing in the doorway when she saw her husband and her ex-affair. she tried to lie her way out of this mess, only for it to end up with all three adults screeching and shouting at each other. the boy took this distraction as an opportunity to run and hide, grabbing a stuffed toy his 'father' had given him last year to sleep with. he entered his closet, crawling into a hole in the wall that was just big enough to fit a small child. he always went there when mother became unbearable during the day.
he didn't leave the space between the walls, clutching his stuffed animal close to his chest. there were two gunshots, fired from the living room, that echoed around the house. he could hear footsteps heading towards his room, along with the muttered curses from his mother. she stumbled around his room, calling out to him, trying to find him. she tried to pull the 'good mother' act, telling him everything was going to be fine. when he didn't come, she grew angered, revealing her true self. she shouted at the boy, kicking over everything within his room, screeching to the heavens that he was never supposed to be born, that he ruined her life. then there was one final bang before everything went silent. he still didn't leave the crawl space, not even when sirens were heard outside his house. men in uniforms stormed the area, inspecting the bodies and taping off the area. he wouldn't have been found had it not been for on of the men's growlithe that caught his scent on the toy cars.
upon being dragged out of the wall, his eyes were covered up by a hand. despite their efforts to keep him from seeing the crime scene, he was still able to peek through the cracks of the man's fingers. what he saw was a destroyed room covered in pink, a woman laying on the ground with a pool of red surrounding her head, and a gun not far from her hand. the next room wasn't any better. the living room may not have been destroyed, but a table was flipped over, his toys thrown everywhere, a broken cup, and two bodies resting in red puddles. the police tried to 'calm him down', making sure he was comfortable and that he had something warm to drink. he seemed to be coping well, however. he didn't have any physical injuries, though they sent him to a hospital, regardless, just in case. they decided to have someone coming in and make sure he wouldn't have any mental trauma. he was inside the hospital for a week as they observed him.
what they found was a broken child. his eyes were dull, lifeless, and he never smiled. he would thrash and scream at night, his mind plagued by everything he couldn't remember by the time he woke up. he rarely spoke, only giving short answers and never initiating a conversation. he rarely ate as well, instead pushing the tray aside and staring at the stuffed animal within his hands. they tried giving him therapy, but nothing happened. a lost cause, they shipped him off to an orphanage to await a new family who could hopefully deal with him. he didn't get along with the kids, sitting off on his own and staring at nothing in particular. he rarely ate, save for an apple here and there and maybe some meat if it looked appetizing. it wasn't until he was eight that he slowly started to break out of his 'shell'. he would eat more, little by little, and he made an attempt to be apart of the group. these small changes got him noticed by the head woman, and he was sent into foster care in an attempt to aid these changes.
foster care was hard on the boy. he still didn't fit in. he was constantly plagued by night terrors, waking up in the middle of the night in pain and in a cold sweat. he periodically fasted, mainly because he just wasn't hungry. a voice always echoed within his mind that he shouldn't exist, that he was just a mistake. he never spoke about this to anybody, though, and everybody just thought that he came from a murder case and nothing more. they never put child neglect into the records. rune had a hard time finding a forever home. when someone would come to adopt him, it just wouldn't work out. the longest he lasted in a home was a year, but they gave him up when the bullies at school started turning him to cutting as a way to relieve his pain. that was when he was thirteen, and he has since been banned from going anywhere near sharp objects. that doesn't mean he stopped. no, he started using other means: paper, cardboard, pencils, anything that could slice through the skin given the right amount of force.
he continued changing homes, be it people who tried to adopt him or foster homes. school was never something he actually went through. bullies targeted him constantly, trying to get some sort of emotion out of him. they even went as far as targeting him after school hours. he started skipping school, hiding away in alleys or at parks until school ended. he changed school just as much as he changed homes, and that never helped him. new places, new faces, it was all so confusing. it's even worse when you're sixteen and don't have a 'forever home', a 'loving family', or 'friends'. an orphan. a mistake. a nobody. no matter how hard people tried to make him feel like he belonged, his mother's words continued to haunt him, having made their imprint after only four years before the double homicide and a suicide sealed the deal.
she never went to a hospital to get the baby checked. no, she convinced her husband to let her have a natural birth without the use of medicines or doctors. why? she really just didn't want to have the doctor come back and say it wasn't her husband's. she also never got an abortion because it would have looked suspicious. so, on the day of the child's birth, they didn't know what the gender was going to be or what to expect. they both wanted a girl, so they decorated the baby room in pink and even picked out feminine names. when the baby was born, they were given a shock to see that the baby was a boy. the father didn't seem to care, but the mother did. not only was the child illegitimate but also the wrong gender. she wanted to get rid of him, who they went ahead and gave the feminine names anyway, but her husband wouldn't have it.
he asked why she didn't want the child after they went through such preparation for him. she wouldn't tell him. he dropped it for the time being, setting his sights on the future of 'their' son. when the father was away, though, young rune was neglected. as soon he was weened from breast milk, she started ignoring him. getting the food he needed to survive required crying until he pushed the woman's last button in which she would finally give him his milk or his mashed up banana or apple sauce. she would remind him constantly when he was around that he was just a mistake, that he shouldn't even exist. she would threaten him until the boy was afraid of his own mother, though she would never lay a finger on him. causing physical injuries would only alert her husband. when father was around, he made sure to cling to the man. he was only fed normally and given the care and attention a toddler needs when the man was around.
when he was four years old and much smaller than he should be, a man suddenly showed up at their front door. rune was the one to answer, staring up at the man who seemed relatively clean cut and friendly. mother was out at the time, but father was home. he took it upon himself to let the stranger in, never having been given the 'stranger danger' speech. the man seemed nice enough, anyway, so why bother about common sense? come on. he was four. he pestered the man until his father walked into the room, giving the stranger a questioning stare. "this is slade, daddy!" rune chirped, looking up from his toy cars--normally hidden away when mother was around to keep her from throwing them away--to grin at his father. only, it wasn't his father. slade chuckled, shaking his head as he stood to shake hands with the man rune had called father for so long. "i'm sorry to say this, kid, but that man isn't your father."
rune just gave slade the most confused stare, eye brows furrowing together. the words caused his 'father' to stiffen. "what did you say? of course i'm his father; i--" slade quickly cut in, silencing the other with a wave of the hand. "nope. your so-called wife was cheating on you. with me. he's biologically my son." this was all so confusing to the young boy. his father wasn't his father? mother did always say he wasn't supposed to exist, but he never thought it would have been like this. his mother, with her impeccable timing, entering the house at that moment, pausing in the doorway when she saw her husband and her ex-affair. she tried to lie her way out of this mess, only for it to end up with all three adults screeching and shouting at each other. the boy took this distraction as an opportunity to run and hide, grabbing a stuffed toy his 'father' had given him last year to sleep with. he entered his closet, crawling into a hole in the wall that was just big enough to fit a small child. he always went there when mother became unbearable during the day.
he didn't leave the space between the walls, clutching his stuffed animal close to his chest. there were two gunshots, fired from the living room, that echoed around the house. he could hear footsteps heading towards his room, along with the muttered curses from his mother. she stumbled around his room, calling out to him, trying to find him. she tried to pull the 'good mother' act, telling him everything was going to be fine. when he didn't come, she grew angered, revealing her true self. she shouted at the boy, kicking over everything within his room, screeching to the heavens that he was never supposed to be born, that he ruined her life. then there was one final bang before everything went silent. he still didn't leave the crawl space, not even when sirens were heard outside his house. men in uniforms stormed the area, inspecting the bodies and taping off the area. he wouldn't have been found had it not been for on of the men's growlithe that caught his scent on the toy cars.
upon being dragged out of the wall, his eyes were covered up by a hand. despite their efforts to keep him from seeing the crime scene, he was still able to peek through the cracks of the man's fingers. what he saw was a destroyed room covered in pink, a woman laying on the ground with a pool of red surrounding her head, and a gun not far from her hand. the next room wasn't any better. the living room may not have been destroyed, but a table was flipped over, his toys thrown everywhere, a broken cup, and two bodies resting in red puddles. the police tried to 'calm him down', making sure he was comfortable and that he had something warm to drink. he seemed to be coping well, however. he didn't have any physical injuries, though they sent him to a hospital, regardless, just in case. they decided to have someone coming in and make sure he wouldn't have any mental trauma. he was inside the hospital for a week as they observed him.
what they found was a broken child. his eyes were dull, lifeless, and he never smiled. he would thrash and scream at night, his mind plagued by everything he couldn't remember by the time he woke up. he rarely spoke, only giving short answers and never initiating a conversation. he rarely ate as well, instead pushing the tray aside and staring at the stuffed animal within his hands. they tried giving him therapy, but nothing happened. a lost cause, they shipped him off to an orphanage to await a new family who could hopefully deal with him. he didn't get along with the kids, sitting off on his own and staring at nothing in particular. he rarely ate, save for an apple here and there and maybe some meat if it looked appetizing. it wasn't until he was eight that he slowly started to break out of his 'shell'. he would eat more, little by little, and he made an attempt to be apart of the group. these small changes got him noticed by the head woman, and he was sent into foster care in an attempt to aid these changes.
foster care was hard on the boy. he still didn't fit in. he was constantly plagued by night terrors, waking up in the middle of the night in pain and in a cold sweat. he periodically fasted, mainly because he just wasn't hungry. a voice always echoed within his mind that he shouldn't exist, that he was just a mistake. he never spoke about this to anybody, though, and everybody just thought that he came from a murder case and nothing more. they never put child neglect into the records. rune had a hard time finding a forever home. when someone would come to adopt him, it just wouldn't work out. the longest he lasted in a home was a year, but they gave him up when the bullies at school started turning him to cutting as a way to relieve his pain. that was when he was thirteen, and he has since been banned from going anywhere near sharp objects. that doesn't mean he stopped. no, he started using other means: paper, cardboard, pencils, anything that could slice through the skin given the right amount of force.
he continued changing homes, be it people who tried to adopt him or foster homes. school was never something he actually went through. bullies targeted him constantly, trying to get some sort of emotion out of him. they even went as far as targeting him after school hours. he started skipping school, hiding away in alleys or at parks until school ended. he changed school just as much as he changed homes, and that never helped him. new places, new faces, it was all so confusing. it's even worse when you're sixteen and don't have a 'forever home', a 'loving family', or 'friends'. an orphan. a mistake. a nobody. no matter how hard people tried to make him feel like he belonged, his mother's words continued to haunt him, having made their imprint after only four years before the double homicide and a suicide sealed the deal.
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