Post by faith4buffy555 on Feb 5, 2007 23:23:04 GMT 1
OK, so this was a one-shot thing, that I did in one sitting. It took me like a half-hour. And basically, it's my view on Faith. Oh, and I know some names (Alex, Diana) may be those found in Go Ask Malice, but I seriously didn't know that when I wrote this last year.
My name is Faith Lehane, and this is my story. I can't do anything to change the past, nobody can. I'm not sure where to start, so I'll start at the beginning. I grew up in Boston. Life there wasn't easy, ever since my mom started drinking when I was ten. No, I didn't have a dad. He left when I was really young. Funny, I don't even remember him, and I don't think there ever was a time when I did. But yeah, Mom started drinking when I was ten. She would come home every night, tell me how worthless I was, and then pass out on the couch. She was neverhome during the day. When I was 14, I dropped out of school. I was a freshman in highschool, with no friends and nobody who cared for me. I was teased in school, by everyone. Half way though the year, I started fighting some of the people who were picking on me. I was suspened, and then I decided to drop out. Mom didn't even notice that I wasn't going to school.
Things when downhill from there. One night, Mom came home from getting drunk with a guy. I was fifteen. She passed out as soon as she sat on the couch, and then he came into my room. First, he hit me several times until I stopped screaming. He pushed me back onto my bed and slimbed on top of me. I won't get into details becuase you can probably guess what was happening. I woke up the next day and he was gone. It was strange getting up though, because Mom was home instead of getting drunk. She had accused me of sleeping with her man, an told me that I was the reason he left. Things wnt on, her telling me how worthless I was, and then kicking me out. I had nowhere to go, and lapsed into a deep depression. A week later, when I was living on the streets a young girl, about my age, came up to me. Her name, she told me, was Alex. I eventually came to live with her, but then Alex's parents got divorced. Alex was forced to live with her mom ni Vancouver, and I was forced to stay behind. This is because Alex's parents never knew that I was livin in their attic. Back then, Alex was my best friend. I was back on the streets. My depression got worse, to a point whereI was suicidal. I went to my home, and went to Mom's room, and slit my wrists while I was sitting on her bed.
Of course, I didn't succeed in my suicide. Otherwise I wouldn't be here to tell you my story. I lived in a mental institution until I was sixteen. The people there really weren't crazy, most of them. I made fiends with two of them, two girls who tried to kill themselves, just like I did. Tey were Prue and Mercedes. Mercedes was my age, while Prue was three years older than me. But some people there, some of them were crazy. One guy, he used to bite chunks out of his own arm. They had to tie him to a bed and put him iin solitary. I never understood that, but I understood most of the people, even the ones who saw stuff. This is only because the doctors told me that Alex wasn't a real person, that her and everything that happened to me while I lived with her was made up. I still don't believe them. But I behaved there, never tried to run away, never acted out. one day, I had a visitor.
More to come later.
My name is Faith Lehane, and this is my story. I can't do anything to change the past, nobody can. I'm not sure where to start, so I'll start at the beginning. I grew up in Boston. Life there wasn't easy, ever since my mom started drinking when I was ten. No, I didn't have a dad. He left when I was really young. Funny, I don't even remember him, and I don't think there ever was a time when I did. But yeah, Mom started drinking when I was ten. She would come home every night, tell me how worthless I was, and then pass out on the couch. She was neverhome during the day. When I was 14, I dropped out of school. I was a freshman in highschool, with no friends and nobody who cared for me. I was teased in school, by everyone. Half way though the year, I started fighting some of the people who were picking on me. I was suspened, and then I decided to drop out. Mom didn't even notice that I wasn't going to school.
Things when downhill from there. One night, Mom came home from getting drunk with a guy. I was fifteen. She passed out as soon as she sat on the couch, and then he came into my room. First, he hit me several times until I stopped screaming. He pushed me back onto my bed and slimbed on top of me. I won't get into details becuase you can probably guess what was happening. I woke up the next day and he was gone. It was strange getting up though, because Mom was home instead of getting drunk. She had accused me of sleeping with her man, an told me that I was the reason he left. Things wnt on, her telling me how worthless I was, and then kicking me out. I had nowhere to go, and lapsed into a deep depression. A week later, when I was living on the streets a young girl, about my age, came up to me. Her name, she told me, was Alex. I eventually came to live with her, but then Alex's parents got divorced. Alex was forced to live with her mom ni Vancouver, and I was forced to stay behind. This is because Alex's parents never knew that I was livin in their attic. Back then, Alex was my best friend. I was back on the streets. My depression got worse, to a point whereI was suicidal. I went to my home, and went to Mom's room, and slit my wrists while I was sitting on her bed.
Of course, I didn't succeed in my suicide. Otherwise I wouldn't be here to tell you my story. I lived in a mental institution until I was sixteen. The people there really weren't crazy, most of them. I made fiends with two of them, two girls who tried to kill themselves, just like I did. Tey were Prue and Mercedes. Mercedes was my age, while Prue was three years older than me. But some people there, some of them were crazy. One guy, he used to bite chunks out of his own arm. They had to tie him to a bed and put him iin solitary. I never understood that, but I understood most of the people, even the ones who saw stuff. This is only because the doctors told me that Alex wasn't a real person, that her and everything that happened to me while I lived with her was made up. I still don't believe them. But I behaved there, never tried to run away, never acted out. one day, I had a visitor.
More to come later.