- She was beautiful, but she didn’t see herself as such. She had a dark sense of humor, contrasting from her light, airy, spirited attitude. She changed for other people, but never really lost herself. She did what she thought was right, but only to make things worse, every time. So she shut herself out. She avoided participation in anything; for fear that she would hurt the people around her. She saw herself as a time bomb, as had terrible mood swings, which she could never completely control. she had never fallen in love with a nice man, because she was afraid that she wasn’t good enough, so she sought out the ones she knew would hurt her, but the pain was numbing after a few days, the familiar sense of heartbreak was almost nostalgic, and she couldn’t help but feel relieved that there was always one constant in her forever changing life. She loved her family more than herself, along with her close friends, and anyone else. She put herself at the bottom of the list in most circumstances, but she was terribly selfish. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She hated the prospect of being alone, for that only meant that people didn’t want to be around, and she saw this as proof that she had never been loved. Although she was terrified of loneliness, she loved the peace and possibilities, only accompanying silence, sever by no one other than herself. She hated her life most of time, and she couldn’t help but wish for something different, a different personality, to bury the old, and for it to never haunt her again with discomfort, and despair. her mask that she held to herself was like her life jacket, protecting her from drowning in other peoples piercing, deadly judgments, but doing nothing to block out the freezing water she was entrapped in. she was floating in a river of icy depression, and never escaping, for no one knew that she was even gone. Even so, this mask she held made her seem wonderful, and she would never let anyone see beyond it. She would play a wonderful part, she would be smart, strong, and cute. everything that she wasn’t, or so she thought. She was shy, but charming and friendly, and everything anyone wanted her to be. She loved to at least attempt to fulfill others dreams, and held her own to herself for fear that they would be shattered by her cursed and deadly hands, breaking everything in her own path. This suicidal, beautiful girl was on the verge of her personal breaking point, until he saved her life.
- by bailybaby972 |
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- | Submitted on 09/06/2009 |
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- Title: Lynda Martinez
- Artist: bailybaby972
- Description: This is a slight description of one of my characters in a story that I’m in the process of writing. I would greatly appreciate feedback. This story is only a work in progress, and I’m still experimenting with the characters, but please tell me what you think.
- Date: 09/06/2009
- Tags: lyndamartinez depresion light love fear
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- Twisted Black Roses - 09/06/2009
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Wow. I already read this and gave it a five... then I recognized you! Thanks for the comments. I might as well give you one.
Amazing. A 3D and believable character, with a great use of language. Your story's going to be great. - Report As Spam