[Done]KELLY, melody elizabeth

[MELODY ELIZABETH KELLY]

Melody E. Kelly

because there is no guarantee,
that this life is to be easy,
and when my world is falling apart,
and there's no light to break up the dark,
that's when i look at you.
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HAI THURRR~ MY NAME IS KATE and I HAIL
FROM ENGLAND!
AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN CONTACT ME
BY PM . OH,
AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR EVER NOW!
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* / FULL NAME

[/b] melody elizabeth kelly
* / NICKNAMES[/b] melody. nothing else.
* / AGE[/b] seventeen
* / GENDER[/b] female
* / JOB[/b] N/A
* / SEXUALITY[/b] straight
* / MEMBER GROUP[/b] artist
* / CONDITIONS[/b] paranoia, low self esteem, self harming and sex addiction.
* / FACE CLAIM[/b] charlotte steele
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* / LIKES

[/b] boys, painting, drawing, angel delight, sex, bold makeup, photography, gothic literature, alternative music, poetry.
* / DISLIKES[/b] people staring, criticism of her work, disorder, people mocking her, drugs, the thought of death, pink, the thought of losing someone she cared about, spiders, being alone, religion, the intense need to self harm- the relief whilst doing it is great, but the bit before and afterwards- the frenzy of need from an addiction- not so nice. justin fucking bieber.
* / POSITIVE TRAITS[/b] incisive, see’s minor details that people normally overlook, creative, enduring physical pain is no problem, caring, witty, spontaneous.
* / NEGATIVE TRAITS[/b] submissive, weak will power, co-dependent, worries about every little thing, paranoid, over analyses everything, addictive, restless. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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* / HOMETOWN

[/b] michigan
* / PARENTS[/b] mother - alicia kelly – 33 – deceased. father- trayson kelly- 33
* / SIBLINGS[/b] N/A
* / OTHER FAMILY[/b] N/A
* / HISTORY[/b]
being born to two sixteen year olds in the state of michigan, was never going to give anyone the best start in life. her father tray- a budding rock star who was the talk of the high school - swooned the female population with both his look, arrogance, sarcasm, wit and finally musical talents. her mother fell victim to the appeal of a bad boy lifestyle. this lifestyle led to her being knocked up and dropping out of high, becoming quickly the talk of the town. who ever said teenage years are the best time of your life? of course trayson stayed in high school and aptly claimed the title of prom king, whilst his ‘girlfriend’ was looking after their eighteen month old daughter at home.

only being eighteen, trayson had no problem in swooning the ladies, he paid little, if no attention to the fact he was in fact now a father and therefore should act like it. the more nights he spent out with his band, sleeping with the groupies, the deeper melody’s mother slipped in depression. instead of taking melody to the park, inviting her friends round to play, painting with her, reading her story books- as she previously had done. alicia instead she spent the majority of her days locked within her now separate bedroom from trayson. the stench of alcohol often burnt melody’s nostrils. her mum would often stumble out around midday, to get her ‘magic tablets' that ‘made mummy all better’.

though one day she didn't stubble out the room. she did, however, rummage through a cupboard, cursing at the array of empty packets. giving melody a quick kiss, a drink and lunch, she once more returned into her bedroom with a selection of ‘magic tablets’. for the rest of that day there was not even a sound. only when trayson ventured home the next morning, and melody had asked where mummy was, was when he noticed. breaking the door down, trayson witnessed his childhood sweetheart limp across the floor. that was the first time tray had ever shown his teenage sweetheart any affection in recent years. he had flung himself to the floor, desperately searching for a pulse, howling tears of grief and rage. only as she grew older did melody question whether the tears were for her mother, or in fact the fact he was alone with his child. his 'rock star' lifestyle cancelled.

for years after, melody would paint nothing but the scene she had witnessed. except little detail was focused upon her mothers body, detail went onto the arsenal of tablet wrappers littering the carpet, the slight hole in the curtains in the shape of a hexagon, the leaf that had escaped her fathers shoe. for any other father, the death would have meant the cancellation of a rock star lifestyle- but not for trayson kelly.

well, for any other parent that would have meant that their rock star lifestyle was cancelled. not for tray manning. his public status was his identity. as far as his fan girls knew he had no child. he hadn't been living with the girl he impregnated until her death. from her first school years melody learnt to be self sufficient, she would stand on a chair in the mornings to make her ham sandwiches. other children's mum cut their child's sandwiches into pretty star shapes, each vying for the status of best lunch box. filled with treats, that the children would barely appreciate past the first mouthful. melody was lucky to get lunch, the food that she did eat was that of neighbours who took pity on her. melody quickly learnt to entertain herself, with painting, drawing, she soon became an obsessive perfectionist.

growing up into her teen years, things were much the same. the house was always empty. trayson was still attempting to live the rock star life, now in his thirties his hair began to thin, all those years of alcohol abuse were catching up on him. it made her angry looking at other families, sat over a table, discussing the day. melody would sit alone, eating whatever she could find. the low self esteem stemmed from there; if her own mother hadn’t wanted her, why should anyone else. the paranoia led on from that, the fear of people mocking, the realisation that would dawn on them when they realised she wasn’t wanted by her own mother. the frustration would build up deep within her.

she remember the first time she cut her wrists, she remember the sweet release of tension that this action had given her. for that brief moment she had stepped out of her life, all her problems, worries, hates were gone. from that point, aged fourteen she became addicted. she craved that release like starving people craved food. she needed it. this addiction had given her an identity, she found others, just like her who needed this fix. people who understood her. through these others she learnt of her liking of both males and females. losing her virginity at fourteen, she became pregnant once, after a reckless one night stand at a drunken, drug fuelled rave. the only answer for melody was an abortion. her life itself was a black hole into nothing. to bring another human being to face the existence that she was experiencing was to cruel for words.

all she ever craved and wanted was affection, the abortion she gave the child was the love that she hadn’t experienced since the death of her mother- she refused to bring a child into the same mess that she was entwined in.

the journey upon a pathway of destruction began. her first suicide attempt came six months after the abortion. unfortunately, unlike any other day trayson actually came home early, nursing an -unfortunately not life threatening- injury. Probably dropped a stupid guitar on his toe. yet again it was his fault that she was to suffer. he had prevented her from ending the suffering. fucking jerk.
so it was decided, this place seemed the only option for a girl, who just did not fit into any of societies moulds, who rebelled against all authority figures and harmed herself to make up for the injustice of her birthright. [/size]

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