forum Thank you (OxO rp avec Lee)

Started February 09, 2020 by @Existing_beings group

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You know what to do sweetie, and for anyone who stalks this rp, prepare to be bamboozled! —— Scarlett

(Disclaimer: I did not approve of this, I had no say in the making of this RP!!!)

I guess I may as well go along with it, since y’all been showing such a keen interest. Bear with me, memory isn’t all it used to be…

2011 —— The Beginning

Another sunny morning, the same as always. I woke up to my stepdad opening my door and loudly saying it was time to get up. His voice was always a bit too loud for my liking.
“Okay.” I murmured, and once he left the room I sat up in bed and pulled my school uniform towards me. I had just put my underwear and vest on, and bear in mind that I was still sat on my bed, when my stepdad decided to come into my room. He wouldn’t leave the room until I had stood up from my bed…

The bed I slept on was the bottom bunk, a bunk with a wooden frame. I didn’t share my room with anyone, but it was nice to alternate between the two beds from time to time. Getting back to the point, I was just tall enough so that when I sat n the bottom bunk I had to bend my back a little or else my head would have hit the wooden beams above me.

I refused to stand up while my stepdad was in the room, I didn’t want him to see me in my underwear. Apparently I wasn’t allowed to feel this way, because he grabbed my arms and yanked me off the bottom bunk.

My head went straight into the wooden beam in front of me.

*Atria*

She saw me in her dream again last night, but she still does not believe that I am real.
One day she will see… And it will break her heart.

I sat quietly in the back of the girl's mind, just observing. I wanted to cry for her, but she was doing a good job of expressing those emotions herself. She stood, hands on her head, with tears streaming from her eyes. Her head hurt, a lot.
And all that man did was stand there and watch her cry. He didn't apologise for hurting her, even though he could see she was in pain.
Eventually he let out a huff and left the room.
What was he expecting? For her to stop crying and get on with it??

The anger swelled inside me. How could any self respecting "parent" hurt their 9 year old daughter, and just stand there emotionlessly?

Eventually her tears dried, and though the pain became a headache, she got dressed quickly and packed her bag for school.

As the days went on I didn’t see the wolf in my dreams. At first I thought that her appearance in my dreams had been nothing more than a coincidence, so I let it be.

Turned out, she was still there.

*Atria*

I figured it was better that I stayed quiet for a while.
She was learning to make new friends, and they all thought she was weird anyway… No one understood her little quirks, and the fact that she loved to ask questions. The popular kids used to make fun of her, and while she herself remained oblivious to it, I did not.

I became very proud of her when she was 10. She taught herself to speak Spanish, and then performed an original poem, in Spanish, to her entire school. In the competition that followed, she won first place, and received a reward that allowed her to buy any book she wanted from one of the book shops close by. When she was somewhere between 10 and 11, she wrote a poem about slavery. Well, it was more like what slavery was like from the perspective of a whip. I never understood why she chose to do that, but it earned her a place in a collective poetry book.

It was also around this time, that I realised I was not the only one here.

We were learning about the Tudors. Well, I already knew a lot about them, since I had studied them when I was 6 or 7.
The school hired an actor to come in, and to be fair, he genuinely did look like Henry VIII! Large build and everything!
He "taught" us all these things to do with the Tudors, including some of the dancing that would have taken place during the royal banquets. And everyone was surprised that I already knew about all of this. I knew all the food they would have eaten, I knew the conditions of the streets, everything to do with the illnesses and treatments that would have been around in that time. I was surprised with myself, too, because I never studied illnesses and treatments when I was younger. I had fun nevertheless, despite being confused as to how I already knew everything…

*Scarlett*

Time is such a funny thing. It passes so quickly, and the time you have lost is something you can never get back…

My awakening was a slow process, but I already knew that I was having an impact on my host. She knew things that I knew, she had emotions that she had never felt before.
Anger was something I struggled with, as well as understanding emotions of other people. So when I thought something was unfair, I was used to opening up about it. I always made sure my opinions were known!

I knew I was not the only one inside my host, but I couldn’t tell quite what else was there. Something proud, like myself, and something fierce. But what? I was not sure…

A time came around when I realised that school was another system that wouldn’t allow me to say certain things.

Take maths for example. Someone in the class didn’t understand something, and rather than the teacher explaining it to them, she decided to go back to the beginning with the entire class. We had to start again from our 3 times tables——we were in year 6. In the break that followed I expressed my concerns to another teacher to hear her opinion on what happened. Everything was fine, I got my answer. However that wasn’t the end of it.
The end of break rolled around and it was time for silent reading in class. The teacher (we had the same teacher for most subjects) stood me up in front of the class and shouted at me for talking to another teacher about what had happened in maths. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything in defence, I was too shaken from the fact that she was shouting at me and everyone was staring. By the time I sat back in my seat, I didn’t want to read anymore. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed.

Another example, is when my teacher (yes, that one) pulled me out of silent reading and told me to go and exercise. I didn’t want to, I told her that I wanted to focus on my reading, but apparently I had to exercise because it was good for me. I was 10 years old, I didn’t care about things like that.
I knew why she forced me to do it though… a handful of the teachers believed that I was unhealthy and that I needed to stop eating so much. This was drilled into my head every single morning before lessons started, and eventually that’s what I did.

I was so angry at my teachers for saying those things to me, for humiliating me in front of the people who I tried to make friends with, but I couldn’t lash out. I could only cry.