Post by georgia rosalie cannes on Jun 11, 2013 15:08:52 GMT -8
| [atrb=style,width: 420px; background-color: efefef; background-image: url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/0478144b9f16c95a37367d1aca56b45c/tumblr_mkfax8tDxp1s97ldco1_500.png); padding: 5px, bTable] GEORGIA R. CANNES NINETEEN | HETEROSEXUAL | CASHIER | STUDENT | CRYSTAL REED three months old, dreaming a peaceful sleep for the first time in a month. her parents exhausted but staring at their youngest daughter’s sleeping form. ”lets not do it charles.”, says a soft, but determined tone, even stepping front of the crib to block the view of the sleeping Georgia, “you did to Alaska when she was a baby, that is enough” the voice spoke again. georgia was not able to say that she was comfortable, still whiny in the arms of either parent but she was growing to enjoy their songs that they sang to get her eyes to shut, the liquid that they forced down her throat that filled her stomach. she was currently not aware of their presence but the noises reached her ear as they had in the womb, her blanket surrounding her like the walls of her first home. “just let her sleep, do it another night. come on baby..”, the sound of a louder voice growing even as they walked away but georgia was too lost in a slumber to know what was happening, and why it was happening to her. ”she’s quite creative charles.”, observering a three year old girl who was staking blocks, her parents and a few other people observing her. the man who she had come to know as her father, a familiar face that she even addressed him as such put his finger to his mouth to tell her mother to shush. big brown eyes watched the interaction and her mother seemed to look a little distressed which caused the young girl to knock the blocks down. “dammit denise! do you see what you did..”, charles rising from his seat and pinching the bridge of his nose between two bony fingers. “charles, calm down..she will rebuild, she always does.”, speaking at the same moment that two equally adorable children came running into the room. they were older but they had similar features to the baby who was now crawling toward the safety of her mother, a trait that never fails to make georgia feel better in a moment of fear. “aw gia..”, lifted into the arms of the daity frame, the girl nuzzled her head into her neck, “why aren’t you speaking yet darling..” a hushed tone while a hand to the back. she was able to vocally express wanting something. there was nothing wrong with her mentally, no ailment that was stopping her from speaking, gia just had nothing to say for the first four years of her life. first entry my mother said my first word was aska which would be the name of my older sister in a child speak. her name is actually alaska and she is a year older than me. my brother was given a normal name of kyle, while my sister and i were dubbed two names after the places were born in, both on family vacations. my sister was born upon a cruise ship while i was born in a motel room and we were bother rushed to the hospital and ruined two trips. my brother was already ten when my mother had me, my sister and i were both surprises only a year apart, exactly a year apart. we have the same birthday. we shared everything as children, no child getting more love than the other—except our brother but that was understandable. well diary, this is …me. my father gave you to me and i guess I should write in you, but i see no point. i’m currently thirteen, finally a teenager and according to my father, i am “progressing nicely” though i am not entirely sure what that means. he wants me to write in you and i am, slowly…this is my first entry though you have been in my room for three weeks now. i finally have something to say. …..i’m tired. sixtieth entry the truth is, i like boys. my parents, mainly my father seem to understand that but my brother wants to punch any of them that come near me. i’m plain according to my sister, she truly got the beauty of the family while i am average and this i know. i think i like him. a lot. i think. I don’t know. maybe I don’t….how do you like someone who has been so mean? him and his friend. jerks…but maybe high school will be different. only another few months before i am a freshman and things will look up. they will journal, I know it. this will be my year. i sound doubtful even in my writing but i know that it is true. a bunch of bad years with good mixes has to equal something amazing. besides, it’s not him…it’s his friend. he so mean to me, and i don’t know, maybe I should just stop trying to be one of them. they are three years older than me..that doesn’t seem like a lot when we are twenty but now, it’s ages. it’s high school apart. i’ll scatter brained tonight and I think someone took my book from under my pillow…i think i just need to read, and stop writing. ”GIA” shouted a voice while the girl was leaned over a book, trying her hardest to absorb what she was reading. her mind was going haywire at the moment as the final frontier of grade eight was approaching and she was not nearly prepared, not that she had to be but for something like this, it was essential. “one minute.” she spoke softly, knowing her voice was not going to carry as she started to get up from her seat while still having her eyes glued to the page. finally tearing herself away, she started to repeat everything that she had just read, all the words that she could remember and the facts but as she approached downstairs, her eyes fell upon the notebook that was sitting on the coffee table. her mouth instantly opened and she looked next to it to see a manila folder. “mom…dad…” she asked while slowly approaching the two of them as they sat on the couch side by side. her siblings there too with their own folders in their hands. thirteen years old was what it read on the front, “honey…” spoke her mother and gia shook her head, having a hard time processing anything that was occurring right now. her siblings facial expressions were contorted into something that she had never seen before, “you read my diary…all of you?” asked gia with tears growing in her eyes, her voice cracking in the disbelief and the sudden cracking of her voice. “no you idiot!” a shrill voice came from the other side of the room, gia’s head turning around to face her sister as she threw the folder to the ground, small pieces of paper shredded, “that’s not the only copy ala. now please sit back down and let me explain.” spoke their father, the psychologist. “we were nothing but an experiment to you freaks! i’m not listening to a minute of this!”, the odler brunette finishing her tantrum with a door slamming, out for the night and not to return for three whole days. “dad, how could you do this to us..” said her brother, gia’s head whipping around and she looked to see his own folder thrown back onto the table, overlapping hers. gia started to reach for it but it was grabbed first, but she got to her diary before her parents could. “are you going to listen?”, charles spoke while organizing the folders, standing up and picking up the small pieces of paper. gia gave her head a small nod, wanting to know the answer behind this, “we love you three very much…but…you were not exactly a mistake.” which brought gia’s head to a tilt. “…but you said we were. you said so, you told us that you never planned for us but we were the best surprise…that’s what you said!”,getting hysterical as her mother stood up and wrapped the teenager into her arms but for once, gia shoved her off. “why does that have my name on it..” she asked, pointing to the folder in her father’s shaking hands. “you’ll see in a moment. please let me finish.” and for the first time, gia’s voice rose to a glass shattering volume, “NO. no! that has to do with me! it’s my business too! let me see the ….” tempted to let a curse slip but knew it would bring her nothing but trouble, “…let me see the folder..” she spoke more calmly and gently took it from her father’s hand, peeling back the first page with her birth certificate that showed she was in fact their child. but the next page was confusing with the headlines “GOOD MONEY FOR CHILD STUDY” a thirteen year old gia sat in a tree, with a worn copy of a book and a cookie in her hand that she had baked herself. a sign of stress and sadness. her finals, her entire school work sitting upstairs was no concern to her as the manila folder was still in her hand. she was confused by the content of some of it, the younger years and the charts that came with it. words like mentally challenged and mute appeared more than once but gia was not aware of how long it took her to talk until she looked into the truth, in the folder. she peered into the contents more and more, finding her birthday party disasters such as spiders coming out of the piñata when she was ten and the birthday cake exploded had been plans by her father to test her temper, anger, her ability to take on stress. her dreams, sleeping patterns, the nights that she stayed up late and thought no one noticed had been documented. her own diary had been photocopied and printed into a book that was going to be published. she was completely unaware that her entire life had been under a microscope until the truth was busted open. was this another test though? the lights to her parents room shut off in that moment and she climbed down and began to walk. the phone in her pocket was meant for emergencies only and the good girl that she was never used it for anything else. ”love you honey.” was the message on the buzzing screen, hitting the device to get it to stop buzzing but it continued to. wiping at her eyes, she shook her head and never replied, leaving her mute to her feelings once more. her sadness continued into the morning where she had slept on a park bench and a woman shook her to wake her up, telling her to go home. school was the last thing on her mind. the same two boys came streaking by her as she rose from the bench, the one that she had only wanted to get the attention one and the other, who was of little importance. the latter made a comment about looking like she slept in a bush and she just sniffled, turning her head away and picking up the folder. it had been a decent pillow for the night but now it was a shield as the boy reached for it and gia fought back, “no. let it go!” she shouted, her entire life, secrets, truths, “i’ll tell you everything, just let it go!” she shouted, listening to the contents begin to rip until everything tumbled out of the bottom and she hit the ground, gathering the papers except for one—the entire truth was left to blow in the wind and gia never noticed it. last entry guess it would be established that you are no longer a safe place to keep writing journal. the truth is, i was an experiment. my siblings were too and my sister more than anyone being the middle child. everything that happened to me good and bad that involved my parents was all an experiment, all of it. not a bit of truth in my life. i though things were meant to look up but i guess happy endings don’t exist. this might hurt notebook but the burn will only last for a minute, and then you will be ashes. i have clones of you though, but i got to find a good place for them so no one will find them. thank you for being a good listener, you always helped out on those bad days… the notebook was then burned, but the copies were buried by the same tree that she used to climb in moments of distress. they are still there too, waiting to be dug up by her own hands and forced to relive her life as it was, and not as it is. now for a glimpse of high school where things went from bad to worse, then lethal and then nearly perfect. there are only a few live changing moments for gia. the first was already mentioned, three months old and ina crib but that was nothing but a dream in her mind and not a full fledge memory. the second was the spider piñata which was now seen as a distress test for the ten year old her and her sister, who ended up developing a deathly fear while it took her some time, but gia got over hers. she is scared of explosions though, given a movie or a car backfiring, the sound that had occurred when she was eleven with her own birthday cake when it exploded back in her face and her friends laughed about it (even to this day it’s still a ‘golden memory’). another would be the truth of their lives coming out. it was a night that was meant to be filled with cramming, instead, she failed that final and was forced to take it in summer school. no longer trusting her father, but no doubt loving him, she was always careful about what she told him but her mother became her diary, not aware that she was feeding this information to the nosy father. grade nine, she got her first job. which was a huge deal for her. she was fifteen now, and became a cashier. this was the biggest life changing night for her which might by why she is so scared of day turning into night. the evening hours are always where the bad news comes for her. ”can you close up shop?” said the supervisor, an eighteen year old male who was currently trying to keep his girlfriend’s hands from being too touch while speaking to gia. “okay. but you owe me Christopher.”, meaning a shift change that would mean he opened at six on whatever day she chose. he nodded and then looked over to his girlfriend, spinning his keys and giving a traditional salute, which the fifteen year old gave back and resulted in a glare. it was almost ten thirty, the time that the town was already shut down and that meant very little customers would be coming through the door. it was a family owned business, something that her mother inherited with the death of the grandfather but they never actually bothered to come into it, just had their children and a few other teenagers look after it—they got the profit of it all though. she was sitting on the stool behind the counter, twirling a quarter on the ground and seeing how many times she could get to heads before a minute was up, basically studying for a probability test that she had coming up. having to work hard for her mediocre b grades, she was forced to work extra hard in high school due to the severity of failing. she did not want to take summer school again and with the year already half over, and midterms approaching, she had fear growing. the sound of the bell on the other side of the store caught her attention and she turned her head to see two males with black masks on. their voices were muffled, but oddly familiar as she noticed that they were wearing her high school tees. noting that small detail, the girl was being asked to leave which confused her but she slowly began to get off the stool to leave and use her phone to call for help. moving around the counter, she was suddenly stopped by the other male, waving a weapon around and shouting at her to stay where she was. conflicted between the two, and obviously a fight brewing between the two men, she made a bold move to make a run for it. her am was grabbed and a silent scream came from her mouth as she was whipped around, the breath being knocked out of her as a sharp, inexplicable pain came to her side and she dropped to her knees as the boy dropped her arm. a freak out began with one of the boys but it was a peaceful feeling, dying, that allowed her to let the darkness consume the mind.” something like that changes people. it changed her. she became a little more cautious, a little more aware of her surroundings but she never took the self defense classes that her parents signed her up for as she thought it might be yet another experiment. there was always that thought in the back of her mind that her parents were the reason behind her stabbing, another chance to see how she react. a lot of blood was lost, two transfusions later, and two days later and she finally opened her eyes to the world once more. the room was filled with people that cared about her with red eyes and small smiles which she easily gave back. the most surprising was the boy who tormented her for so many years. she asked him to leave for the first day, she did not want such negativity around but the nurse explained the next day that he was back and sitting in the waiting room. confused but intrigued, she let him sit out in the waiting room for another three days before finally allowing him entrance. they talked, never having been able to be just the two of them and he stayed for some time each and every day, growing closer and finding he was nothing like she had thought him to be. the girl had to apologize but she also asked for one small favor form him, she needed to read and her favorite book always calmed her down. he did her bidding, got the book from her sister and that was it for her gia. she was sunk. two weeks in the hospital and then two more weeks of recovery, she was able to see the love that surrounded her but still, the idea of a happy ending was never in her mind. good things happened for a reason but so did bad things. the stabbing was something that brought her and malik together, unknown to her as he was a contributing factor. her open book factor was due to not enjoying being under a microscope. she hates to be accused of anything and will be open and honest about whatever is asked of her, even though she still writes in a diary. it's on a computer though under a confusing password, trusting malik enough that she will never lie to him about anything. everything written is just a reminder to the day, the process of her life, the small details that she could forget. her first one was the first day that she woke up from the stabbing (small details about the attackers), the last one was only a few days ago when georgia changed her major to childhood education (and why she did). accepting the proposal "...i wasn't so scared actually. death is calming malik..very calming. it's like a warm blanket that never wants to let you go. but it's cold, it's chilling to the bone and i always thought of you as a warm blanket but you are not chilling, you are safety, you are protection, you are comforting and relaxing. and you were a jerk in our younger years but i think my mother always said you did it cause you liked me and i know i followed you around cause i liked you. seeing you in the hospital was shocking, but the more i got to know you without him, the more i saw the real you. you're such a dork but you're mine and i would be ..thrilled, elated, and any other synonym for happy to be your wife someday. i love you too malik, more than words can say..." BEHIND THE MASK ERIN | TWENTY ONE| EASTERN | MEMBER | TALIA, HUNTER, FORD, ROMAN, CASSIDY, JENNA, NICK AND MILLIE  |
