Post by britton on Dec 18, 2012 10:51:08 GMT -5
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CITIZEN. ASHLEY BENSON. SICK. 21. ACCEPTING. GRATEFUL. WITTY.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,386,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:130px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/IsCDf.jpg);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]butterfly wings it's funny, the way that britton is portrayed to people when they have the chance to give her a first glance. it's always a misconception, the opinion they form from sort of personality brit portrays. her brother likes to joke that she has butterfly wings resting on her back that could be torn at anytime. britton gives off an air of fragility that seems to make people hesitant to even come near her. she scowls at such an opinion, simple because she has a brain tumor does not mean that it correlates to her mental strength in anyway. it's better off that you speak nothing of her condition. if you venture into such ground be sure that it is on completely liberal grounds. she has a punched a few kids because of how pitiful they reacted to her. britton truly does have a delicate mental state, driven thin by the years of treatment, mental tiring, and overall strife. she rushes to cover such a weakness, refusing to give into the weakened persona every has set for her. sand in a hourglass her brain tumor is the most common form, metastatic brain tumors, but that has not kept fate from acting cruelly to britton. time is not something that she has come to value, even after becoming aware that she has a limited amount of time left to spend. before the brain tumor there was also the bout of cancer that she had to deal with in her childhood, even furthering the supposed valuing of time she should possess. britton only sees time as something that hinders, making it feel like one can only squeeze so many things in the space allotted. she goes through life dancing, doing as she pleases without thinking that her life could be cut short unexpectedly. in the last three years of her life reality may set down on her, causing something frantic to arise within at such a stark thing. it's unlikely though, nothing ever seems to bar britton down. tell her that she only has ten minutes left and she will continue with her lazy pace, not once feeling like she needs to try and prioritize herself. elephant memory britton rook simply remembers everything. don't try and work around such an absolute fact. if you have ever wronged her or done a simple deed then she will recall it with perfect clarity. while her logic, senses, and everything else could fail her, memory is something that she will always rely on. in the strokes of serious somberness britton will fall into a reverie where she is able to call on memories most have forgotten. it is the tiny things that britton likes to call upon as a way to provide some humor in her bleak life. the tiny details are things the most seem to gloss over in hopes that if they don't acknowledge them then eventually they will be left behind. britton will forever bring up five dollars that someone owes her, an embarrassing event from grade school, some conversation where her partner happened to be not in the best mental state. sometimes her extreme sense of memory is praised, but for the most part it seems to cause scowls and sour feelings towards britton. she handles it all with extreme amusement. an elephant memory, that is what it's called. caged bird she has been restricted to the point where she could go as far to say that her wings have been clipped completely. her parents monitor over britton in a fashion that makes it seem like she could disappear at any given moment, which is a very possible reality. complaints are the last thing that will ever be heard from britton. she doesn't feel as if her parents severity is justified, since it would make sense if they would allow her to experience a taste of life before it's ripped out from her grasp suddenly. but it's the suffering that she has to gaze at in their eyes each time she returns their stare. for their benefit she has steeled herself to becoming the most compliant they could imagine. whenever they suggest something britton jumps to affirm. it could be the silliest thing, like going down to the shore to make sandcastles, but it is never to silly for britton to deny. if sitting at home yearning for the outside life is what it takes to ease the worry of her parents then she will jump to without a thought. they are the ones who have supported her struggle for her whole life, the ones who love her no matter all of the pain that she sends them through. britton never admire anyone as much as she looks up to her parents. palette of colors surprising as it seems britton is actually an interesting character. despite the pale and lifeless form being plagued with such an illness has given her britton refuses to have her life drained. her resolute to remain the character she possessed when she was younger proves to be one of her only successes. britton is still the same girl who has an intrigue for anything that she does not understand. she still holds a passionate the is contained but burns brighter than anyone would ever figure. each morning britton still devours a plate full of food, much like an adolescent boy would do in his time of growth. never will anyone find her moping around because soon enough her time will come to a premature end. she goes through phases but quickly enough britton will recover. falling into periods of blue cannot be condoned when she can only enjoy life for so long. if there is anything britton has managed to be it is resilient. dark city streets she cannot stand to be contained, which is why so difficult for britton to remain quiet when her parents suppress her. eighteen years of age means that one now has the freedom to go about as they wish. that is not how it classifies for britton rook. if she ever wants to wander around then it has to be under the cover of the night. wandering the streets of ocean city has become one of her favorite things to do. in the cover the night it feels as if everything in the world is right. this false sense of security is something that britton yearns for. it means deceiving her parents but it is a risk that deems as worthy. slyness has been weaved into her makeup, making it easy for her to glide about unnoticed. britton feels as if the shadows are the things that understand her the most in a world that will never comprehend who she truly is. sitting on the corner of an empty street close to two in the morning is where britton feels most at home. scars don't show she is a girl that has been covered in blankets and blankets of bruises. a part of her body that is free of any blemish cannot be found. not literal injuries, of course. hurt is something that has traveled beside britton throughout her whole life. no matter how intricately of a plan she forms to shake it off, it never leaves. feeling the intensity of the situation life has limbo'd her in cannot be expressed in the form of words. constantly it feels like she being battered, the pain remaining insistent until her mental frame has collapsed. all of her hurt colors her body in a sickly shade of purple, invisible to the average eye. britton cannot let it be known that aghast, she is actually human. pain is not something that needs to be shared, or at least that is what britton would say. to have someone peel back her layers of bandage to uncover her raw self would be quite the feat. "i'm going to die. don't give me that look. your director is the one who asked to schedule an interview with me about how my recovery has been going from the test treatment i had agreed to go through. that happened two years ago, when i was sixteen. i'm eighteen now and i'm finally able to go back to school. i missed the bulk of my junior year because of the serious affects that the medicine had on my body. i guess all of the extra work i did in my free time before i left bluewater actually paid off. my principal was impressed with how i placed in the entrance exam that was required upon my admittance to orchid hills, because from the scores i was able to carry on with my class. isn't it funny? i am going to die in three years tops and i'm still supposed to be fretting over school. my parents are horribly average. so it is heartbreaking that such a tragedy would befall upon them. both my mother, lorraine, and my father, tristan, are bluewater natives who have lived here all of their lives. the rook family falls under the category of white collar. it started off as a locksmith business, then it grew into forming low cost automobiles, and now the rook's motor company, or rtc, produces many of the cars people drive. my mom doesn't really do anything, but she loves my father all the same. at one point i had a sister, daelyn. but that is whole other tragedy. something to do with a man who had wandering eyes and restless hands. i believe that you understand what i am saying. my story is rather lengthy and not quite interesting. but since you are asking about it then i will tell. i developed cancer in my kidney when i was a little girl. there were only a few years of peace of my parents. they were content with two girls who were of good health, now their most beloved things in the whole world. daeyln was older than me by three years. she was four when her murder happened. it upset the whole community and cast my parents into the spotlight for years. five years later their only daughter was then diagnosed with cancer. it was not something that could be explained. i was a perfectly healthy kid who played heartily and showed no health issues. life is just funny. treatment is the only thing that i have known my whole life. it's hard to live a normal life when doctors visits are always in order and your condition is continually worsening. i really did strive to be average though. but the other kids would look at me, it's alarming how kids take tragedy in with such clarity when it is happening to someone just like them. i missed school frequently, had to lay around, and felt the stares of anxiety from my parents all the time. i didn't even feel bad for myself, it was my mom and dad that i would cry for. they were so sad and it made me sad. it was like their world had crumbled when i was diagnosed with a metastatic brain tumor right after i turned thirteen. treatment was available but i had been diagnosed a time that was overall odd. some scientists had been looking to make progression towards a cure for the very type of brain tumor that i had. it took a while before the course of treatment was actually completed, three years total. for the time in between i was drawn from school even more. my parents wanted to have me at home instead of in other places. they worried even more since my condition had been put into an even worse category. at first it was thought that surgery could be used to get rid of the tumor. only one surgery was completed before something horrified was discovered. the cancer in my kidney had not fully disappeared and more than one tumor was now found in my brain. i was weak for a while. things did not look good for me. i withdrew from school for the first time and i traveled across the country for extreme radiation treatment. for a little i didn't have any hair as a side effect. my mom cried so much when i was fourteen. i sometimes get hit with the memories. she cried even more then. she doesn't want her baby to leave her. i was presented with the new treatment when i was sixteen. there was no promise that it would cure the tumor or even alter anything at all. my health actually improved at first. it seemed like my mom and dad had more hope. we even went on a trip to disney. it's probably the happiest memory i have from that year. then things went wrong. but don't they always? my body had a negative reaction to the medicine. it wasn't something they could determine but slowly my health is going to deteriorate. it was figured that by age twenty one i would be dead. it's considered a miracle that i pulled through the tail end of my teenage years with all of the heavy drinking and indulging in all things legal that i did. but personally, i know why i am still alive. i met austen bishop when i returned to my senior year of high school. he was a drama kid, a year below me, that i had never met. he knew me by my name 'tumor girl' but did not show me any pity or acknowledge it anyway. i was normal to him, and that was the best feeling in the world. but at that point i was too stupid to see that he was special and dabbled in a relationship with a kid who was two years younger than me. i kept austen close, pulling him into the careless side of my life and allowing him to see the true britton. halfway through my senior year i got tragically sick out of nowhere, having to pull out of school and get my ged at home. the boy i was with got too scared of my sickness and ran. that was when austen became a permanent part of my life. because of how unstable of a life assurance i have, we wasted no time with our decisions. love came easy to use and i knew that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, or what i have left of a life. he finished school and my parents were unhappy at how close we had become, claiming that he was taking away from my enjoyment of life. they came to my room one day, saying, "it would be most beneficial if you cut off all ties with that boy." they didn't even say his name. while i love my parents, that was the last attempt at my controlling my life that they had. i asked austen to run away with me, and while he told his parents, that was exactly what we did. we chose boston because it was the first place that my eyes land on when i pulled open a map. we got married immediately, and i couldn't have been more elated to become britton bishop. austen was sad to leave his life behind, but i love him even more for making me his whole life. i've gotten progressively more sick and he is still by my side. we've been in boston for nearly two years, with me not being able to work and austen stuck at an office job to try and make his own savings. i have a whole lifetime of savings, but i don't really like to use it. we're our own couple now, established and in love, and i don't want to have to rely on my parents anymore. i have the love of my life and i don't care that i am dying." |
