Post by HELENA KATHERINE PRESCOTT on Aug 21, 2013 18:38:13 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] HELENA K. PRESCOTT TWENTY | HETEROSEXUAL | DANCE INSTRUCTOR | COLLEGE STUDENT | PERRIE EDWARDS THE INTERVIEW HELLO. THANKS FOR COMING IN TODAY. SHALL WE START WITH YOUR NAME? oh hi! my name is Helena and that's basically all they call me. no nicknames, nothing special really. Helen makes me sound like an old lady or a future prostitute so i'll pass on that one. THAT'S A NICE NAME. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING? as of right now i am attending bowdoin college and majoring in animal sciences. the only reason i'm really doing any of that is to please my parents though. my passion is being a dancer and a singer, but they think that it's a pipe dream and i'll never make anything out of it. they can be assholes at times, excuse my french. i know it's in their best interest though. INTERESTING. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? i love to dance of course! i can play a little piano and the acoustic guitar which is fun to do on my spare time. as a dance instructor i love helping out children to learn how to dance and figure out their passion. when i'm not doing those things however i'm studying hardcore for schooling. pleasing my parents is my top priority so i have to put one hundred and ten percent into college work. as for my likes there can be a rather long list. i like cupcakes, twizzlers, strawberries, chocolate, music, dancing, animals, my bed, tacos, lobster, and traveling. the things i dislike are sluts, spiders, snobs, the color pink, spraining my ankle, not being able to dance, quitting, and losing. WOULD YOU SAY THOSE ACTIVITIES REFLECT WHO YOU ARE? i have this tendency to hide behind most of the things in my life. i use my parents as an excuse to try and not take a risk with my life. for some reason i never speak my mind to them, afraid that they will just throw any of my ideas out and think of me as a disappointment. we never had a lot as a family and have gone through a lot, so i'm trying to make them as proud of me as a possibly can. so you could say that i think people's opinions really matter to me. if someone tells me i'm ugly i will put on a crap ton of makeup and change my look just to please one person that i might not even know. the fear of people thinking of me in a disapproving way is more than i can handle sometimes and i let it get to me way too much. when you first get to know me i'm actually extremely shy and try not to get in the way. i'm the person that when you see me in the halls and you shove me, i'll be the one to apologize. it's not that i'm antisocial it's just that if i open my mouth i'm afraid i'll just end up making a fool out of myself. sometimes it's better to speak without words than anything else, right? don't get me wrong i'm not a buzzkill or someone that doesn't ever speak; it's just that someone would have to get to know me first. when you actually do get to know me i can be really outgoing and quirky. i'm the girl you can see wearing big goofy glasses for no reason at all or the girl you see jumping on her bed when a good song comes on. i act like a twelve year old when you truly get to know me, which is a good and a bad thing. that being said i am extremely passionate about the things that i love. when it comes to dancing and music, i will do almost anything to show what i've got. if you mess with a friend of mine or someone that i love i become this completely different person that i would never want to become. sometimes i can be a little too passionate to the point where i really don't want to lose during any competition. i am extremely competitive and if you try to tell me that i lost i will deny it. either that or i will somehow manage to beat myself up over it which probably isn't the healthiest way to get over those sorts of things. A COOL CAT LIKE YOU MUST HAVE A TON OF SUITORS FLOCKING TO YOU, HUH? suitors flocking to me? oh no. not at all. i really have no time to even think about guys to be honest. school and my dancing slash singing career are my top priorities, and i don't see a guy in either of those anytime soon. even as a teenager i tried to brush away any emotions or thoughts of a guy. the only thing a guy is going to do is break your heart and take away from the original purpose and i certainly don't have time for that. i'm straight, that much i know. i love guys even though i refuse to date any. my sex life is non existent because i know that's what you were thinking about. i'm a virgin and i don't believe in sex before marriage which is exactly why i have a purity ring. and no i haven't even been kissed by a guy. i don't put myself out there, so that's more my fault than anybody elses. COOL BEANS. THEY SAY YOUR FAMILY SHAPES WHO YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURS? it's a really long story with my family to be honest, but i can give you the somewhat shortened version. my mom's name is daphne portello and my dad's name is lucas prescott. as you can see my mom didn't take the same last name or well she changed it after they got divorced. i was thirteen when they got divorced so it really beat me up and changed my family. there was a huge custody battle between them and eventually my mom ended up winning. my dad always kept trying to find a reason why my mom wasn't suited to keep me, mainly because he couldn't accept the fact that my mom had moved on. i have one half sister on my mom's side but we're not really that close because she's extremely snobby and thinks that she has it all. she is thirteen years old and acts like she is eighteen; wears too much makeup, dresses slutty and takes life for granted. so i just stay far away from her because it's easier that way. i was supposed to have a brother but he died when i was ten and that's that. AND YOUR LIFE? TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST. I'M EAGER TO HEAR. when i was born as the first child my parents thought of me as if i were everything. they treated me like i was their world and i couldn't ask for anything more. my mom was a accountant at the time and my dad was a carpenter. the two were high school sweethearts and everyone thought they were going to last forever. hell, i thought they were going to last forever. when i was eight my mom told me that i was going to have a little brother and i couldn't have been happier. seven months into the pregnancy passed and my mom had to get an emergency c-section. long story short he was born too premature and didn't make it. my parents were torn apart and my mom pushed everyone away, including me. my dad hated how bad she got through the years and when i was eleven he ended up cheating on my mom. when she found out they grew extremely distant but she didn't actually file for a divorce until i turned thirteen. when i turned thirteen my mom finally got to the point to where she couldn't take it anymore and filed for a divorce. the custody battle was really hectic and at that point i hated them both. my mom stopped caring about me for two years of my life and would get drunk and do stupid things while my dad would go off and cheat on my mom with random women. it was extremely disappointing, but in the end the court decided i should stay with my mom. a year later she was dating someone new, his name is grant and he's actually a really cool guy. he is a millionaire entrepreneur here in maine but he travels a lot. it's a little too intimidating to talk to him sometimes, but all in all he's actually pretty cool. my mom and him seem to be in love so there isn't really much i can say or do. a year after that they got married and i was officially forced to live with the devil spawn called emily. at the time she was only nine years old, but she was still a little stuck up snob. i occasionally would visit my father, but they were really rare occasions. ever since my mom married a rich millionaire she had been pressuring me to actually do something with my life. when i asked her if i could continue dance classes she would tell me they were a waste of time and i wouldn't make it as a dancer or a singer. my dad would just tell me that if i were to live the life that he lived it would be by becoming a dancer because i was only bound for disappointment. they both took their own depression on me sometimes and i hated it; i still hate it. when i turned eighteen i wasn't afraid to leave my step father's house and go straight to college. it was an easy decision and i've loved it ever since. when i turned nineteen i was hired at a little dancing school not far from the college and gladly took the job. i get to teach tap, contemporary, and a few others to kids from ages four to twelve which is really cool. they are the cutest little things ever and it's another step closer to doing what i really want to do in life. my parents didn't know that i secretly took dance classes when i was younger until now or that i'm helping at a dance academy and i'm too scared to tell them. i'm afraid that all they're going to do is become disappointed in me and reject me from both sides of the family. What about a secret? Everyone has a secret. A secret? That's a little personal don't you think? Uhm... The only real secret that I have is that my dad would molest me when I was little and told me to keep quiet about it. I haven't told anybody because it's just going to screw my family up even further. ALRIGHT. TIME'S ALMOST UP. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DREAMS. QUICK! my main goal is to hopefully change my major to dance if i can come up with the guts to tell my parents and continue teaching dance classes. i think it would be really cool to make something out of my singing career as well, but i'm too shy to even sing in front of people. that's basically it to be honest. AND THAT'S A WRAP. IT WAS NICE GETTING TO KNOW YOU. it was nice to meet you. i hope this helped for whatever reason. BEHIND THE MASK LEXIE | 17 | CST | SID TOLD ME | N/A She secretly liked the jealous side of him, she found it extremely attractive. There was just something about how protective he would get or how in denial he was about it all. She just giggled and leaned in closer to him the feeling of him always comforting. "I wish elvis were still alive to meet his number one fan," she grinned and pecked his cheek. KC stared up at him waiting to hear his explanation of why he was acting so weird, but he never got to finish. She felt him fall like dead weight onto the ground and her heart shattered into pieces. She fell down next to him, pulling his body into her lap as tears instantly fell down her cheeks. "Look at me...listen to me!" she shook him a bit her hands warm from his blood but she didn't care. Her bloody hand touched his cheek as she shakily tried to reach for her phone. "Julian, please...please," she whispered as she finally got a hold of her phone. Before she could even dial the three numbers she felt a large force... Her screams were muffled by a cold hand as the other lifted her up forcefully. The dim street lights turned into pitch black darkness as she was pulled into a dark alley, unable to make out the face right in front of her. She tried to kick and push but he slammed her against a brick wall; that was when she felt a warm liquid fall from the side of her head. "Let me the fuck go!" she managed when he removed his hands from her mouth to pin her arms above her head. He rammed his hips into hers as he pulled her underwear down from under her skirt. Everything about her was going numb and honestly she didn't see a reason in fighting anymore. She tried to keep her legs closed but she didn't know how long she would be able to fight against him, she was growing dizzy and weak. "Please don't," she pleaded as every part of her started to shake. He grunted a few harsh words in her ears and she honestly didn't care anymore. She only found herself staring down the alleyway at the cold body that was laying there. The body of the one that she loved. The body of the one that she didn't even know if he was still alive. That was when the sound of sirens got louder and louder. The guy in front of her instantly released his grip from her, shoving her to the ground as he ran off into the darkness. She didn't care about that fact that she was seconds away from being raped or that she would never know who it was. The only thing she cared about was making sure that Julian was okay. She pulled up her underwear as she quickly ran back over to the body that was still the same as minutes before. The ambulance pulled up as nurses and cops came flooding the dark area asking her multiple questions, but she didn't answer. They pulled her boyfriend's body onto a stretcher and she didn't even know if he was breathing. A nurse pulled her away and she just screamed not wanting to leave his side. "Let me go with him god damnit! Let me go!" She tried to pull away from them but the ambulance with his body was already gone. In that moment she felt like she had lost everything, she wasn't prepared for this. The nurses told her that she just had a mild concussion and cops were coming in and out of the room questioning her about the previous event that she wanted to forget. None of this mattered, not as much as her knowing that current condition of her boyfriend. At this very moment she still had no idea whether he was dead or alive or what kind of condition he was in. "You need to rest Miss Gray," the nurse spoke calmly but of course Kadence didn't listen. "I'm not doing anything until I know how he's doing," she hissed tugging at her tangled hair. "We can't give you that inform-" She instantly cut her off. "Don't say that! Just tell me...please," her last word was full of desperation and despair. The nurse stared at her for a moment before letting out a deep sigh, "He's stable. But he lost a lot of blood so he doesn't look too great. He needs his rest and they are going to monitor him for a bit." KC just nodded although she couldn't help but feel the guilt. That's all she could feel now knowing that this probably would have never happened if it weren't for her. "Can I please see him?" The nurse knew that by that she meant she wouldn't sleep, eat, or breathe without getting a chance to see him first. She just nodded slowly before putting her into a wheelchair and wheeling her into his room. |
