Description

Personality

Annette doesn't have much of a personality anymore. Or if she does, it's lost under the years of oppressed living she has endured. She is quiet. Anti-social. Completely and entirely forgettable. She works diligently at her two jobs, but there is nothing remarkable enough about her performance to make her stand out. In every way she is entirely average to the outward onlooker. Save for one redeeming quality. Her rare, but brilliant smile.

Do you feel that the air around you suffocates you?
The air? It's so still sometimes I wonder if there even is air anymore. It smells too. Like fuel exhaust and nicotine. It even smells suffocating.
Is life boring or no use anymore?
I wouldn't describe my current state as 'life'. I'm alive, yes. But it's more like existing than living. I'm just here. Always...here.
Mind explaining why?
I don't know how to describe the pain of abandonment and rejection when it comes from so many places: a father and mother and a lover. I've done my best to move on but I feel as though everything good in me died when I misscarried Mason. I was willing to give up everything to have my son, but even my body betrayed me. I miss the son I never knew. It's all my fault.
Do you want to escape?
More than anything.
Why?
Because...this can't be my life...it can't be this way anymore. Something has to change.

Equipment

Sample Post

Nothing out of the ordinary for this Thursday morning. In fact, everything was annoyingly typical. Same five am alarm, same breakfast of cold cereal and toast, same drab decorations in the same 'too small' apartment. I ran a hand through my hair, a nervous habit I suppose. Maybe new curtains, I thought as I stared from the kitchen to the living room. A brown tweed couch, glass coffee table, cream colored rug with several fading stains. Somehow, this morning, I couldn't stand the sight of the purple curtains. The room looked too dark. I needed something brighter. Yellow, maybe. Yeah...something bright.

Walking from the kitchen into the living room I pulled the curtains loose from the rod, neatly folded them and stuffed them into the coat closet. I'd stopped at a Value Village later and purchase something new. Turning toward my desk, the barely risen sun cast just enough light for me to see the unmarked envelop sitting just under the mail drop. I picked it up and turned it over. No return address. Not even my address or my apartment number. God, please, not an eviction notice. Sitting down at my desk I ripped the top part open and had to squint my eyes. The flash of gold from the inside caught my right in the eye. The interior of the envelope was lined with a reflective gold material and for a moment cast the entire room into a brilliant yellow haze that brought a small smile to my face. Sliding the card from the envelope I saw on one side a telephone number and on the other...'Call Me' scribed in a delicate and inhumanly perfect script.

I set it aside for a moment trying to wonder why I felt so...disappointed? It was probably just some marketing technique for a new gym opening up and I'd call the number to talk to a perky desk clerk named Stacy who'd patch me through to a muscle-bound personal trainer named Todd who passionately declared he could help me lose fifteen pounds by summer. No thank you.

Instead of dialing the number right away, I instead put on my headset and plugged the cord into the tape player. Oh the romantics of medical stenography I mused as I read the name of the tape I was to transcribe 'Marks, Mary-Bowel Resection'. The droll voice began to speak as I hit play, and my fingers moved quickly over the keys as I typed up the personal memo. Every so often I would glance back at the envelope and twice even I opened it again if only to catch a glimpse of that gold again. Oh hell, I sighed pressing the stop button, taking off my headset, and picking up my cellphone. At least Todd could help me lose fifteen pounds, right? I asked as I punched in the number and hit call.

History

Once a boisterous and bubbly young woman, Annette is now only a shadow of her former self. Lost in the shadow of depression, 'Nettie' can't quite seem to escape.

Raised as a young debutant, Annette remains the only child of the wealthy State Department Bureaucrats Olivia and Ryan Doughtry. Placed in the finest schools, given a proper education, she was the poster child for potential success. An aspiring ballerina, Annette had nothing but promise and talent on her side. However, things in her life took a dramatic downward spiral when Annette turned 19. At the start of her sophomore year of school at Julliard, Annette ended up the target of a well plotted scandal as she was caught having an affair with one of her male educators. The teacher, Bastian Prichard, denied all allegations, of course, but in the blue-blood circle, rumors were enough to deter all lack of evidence and completely spin a story.

The two were banished from all respectable standing. After being expelled from school, to cater to an already hard situation, two months after the debacle, Annette discovered she was pregnant. The only evidence of a once love-filled affair. Bastian was nowhere to be found. Annette returned home to find her belongings already packed and her family the opposite of a loving haven. Upon refusal of an abortion, she was kicked out of the house, disowned by her own parents, and left without a friend in the world. With her dance career over before it started, her lover gone, and her family furious, Annette spun into a spiral of depression that resulted in a miscarriage. Her son...Mason would be his name...would have turned eight this year.