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Alistair Costello

Don't be so quick to judge me....

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a character in “Confused, Addicted, Hurt”, as played by nightwolf


Alistair Costello

"Why judge me before you know me"

Alistair Costello

Ali or sometimes Star to those who are really close to him



Sexual Orientation

Boy One

Ali has light green eyes with hazel brown flecks which seem to darken whenever he is tired or stressed out. He stands at 5 ft 11 inches but with his hair spiked up it adds another inch. His hair is brown and is messily spiked up as if he just ran a hand through his hair of a morning. He doesn't have much muscle tone or strength but he is happy with the way he looks...most of the time.

He likes to dress in dark clothing and tight jeans with graphic tee shirts to complete the outfit he does wear glasses to help him read but he avoids wearing them to avoid more harassment from others.

Ali is helpful to others and tries to do the best he can to try and make their lives better. He doesn't do well when people make fun of him as he tends to take most of it to heart, it also doesn't help that he doesn't stand up for himself. He would rather have abuse shouted at him rather than him becoming hurt.

โœ” Music
โœ” Video games
โœ” Fantasy and animated movies
โœ” Italian food
โœ” Being outdoors

โœ˜ Bullies
โœ˜ Oranges and Orange juice
โœ˜ Being hurt and more or less knowing that a person that he like will never like him back
โœ˜ rap music
โœ˜ people who judge him quickly

โ™ฏ enclosed spaces
โ™ฏ losing his family
โ™ฏ getting into cars

โ™ฏ Ali was involved in a car accident and was trapped under the car for two hours so now he is terrified of getting in a car and involves it at all costs
โ™ฏ he has told no one else of his sexuality
โ™ฏ he doesn't sleep

Why Do You Attend The Support Group
Ali's home situation had gotten worse since he came out to both his parents, they hardly talk to him now and he feels that if he hadn't said or even been around they would be better

โ™ฏ claustrophobia
โ™ฏ he takes antidepressants

โ™ฏ When nervous or worried he blinks a lot
โ™ฏ playing with his hair when thinking about something
โ™ฏ tapping his legs to make a random beat whenever he is bored

Distinguishing Features
Ali had a large scar down his side from a car accident when he was 13 .

So begins...

Alistair Costello's Story


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Ali sighed softly as he washed up the dishes from breakfast his parents had sat in silence as usual even as Ali's half hearted attempt at conversation. Even when he asked how his mother was feeling after battling a bad case of the flu, but again nothing.

It seemed that everything he did, even the smallest thing meant nothing to them. Sighing again he took an anti depressant and finished washing up the plates, drying them quickly and stacking them away. Today was the first therapy session and he was both looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time he didn't want people knowing how hard he was finding his home situation and the fact that if he had not have told his parents that he was gay it would have been much better. Everything would be, well almost.

Pulling on his coat he called to his parents " I'm off out ill be back later " yet again silence. Shaking his head he walked out of the house and began the shortish walk to the therapy session. His mind wandering about seemingly pointless things.


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Dean was attending these therapy sessions because of his mothers death. At least, this was what he kept telling himself. It was the only logical reason for him to be going, it certainly could not be because of the accident at the beach. The kiss between him and Alistair had been a big mistake, simply an accident that was never going to happen again. Especially since his girlfriend was sitting beside him in the passenger seat of his beloved Camaro. The car had recently gotten a lot of new additions. It was something he worked on when he had to think about something, or get his mind off that something. So of course he had been working a lot on it the last few weeks, and even Charlie was beginning to notice. His lovely black and white car now had new tires, had changed from green to the current colors, had a better radio system, and he was even working on putting a stereo into the back.

His girlfriend glanced over at him, looking worried. Hearing her ask if he was alright, Dean just nodded and started the car. "Just fine C." Everyone called her Charlie, so Dean called her C. It usually made her laugh, but this time she just looked even more worried about him. "Promise," he assured her, pulling out of the driveway and heading towards the therapy group. He wasn't entirely sure why Charlie was going, and she wasn't very willing to offer up such information. Just asked him if he would drive her there, and since he was already going he couldn't say no.

As they got closer to their destination, Dean began taking side streets. There was multiple reasons for this, to avoid traffic and such. But the most obvious one was that he was stalling.

Nine years ago her parents tried to kill her. Less than four hours ago she woke up screaming because these memories still haunted her. It was unfair, in her mind. That even though it happened so long ago, she could still be bothered so much by it. Most nights it kept her up until the early hours of the morning, and she barely got more than twenty minutes of sleep a night. The bags below her eyes got worse and worse, but anytime someone would ask about them she would dismiss their questions. In her mind, no one needed to know why she couldn't sleep. They didn't need to know why she could only take a shower, and only in a bathroom that didn't have an actual bathtub. Or that she was terrified to look in a mirror because she didn't want to see herself. And they didn't need to know that the reasons her arms were always so red-looking was because when she did sleep, she literally went insane trying to scratch the scars off.

Why was she going to this then? Because her older brother was pushing her into it. He was the one who had found her, nearly dead in a bath that was mostly her own blood. Since her parents went to jail, she had been living with him. They were very close, but like most siblings they still fought all the time. This had been a particularly bad fight, and he said that if she wouldn't go that he would kick her out as soon as she turned eighteen. He had never been so serious about something, and it frightened her enough to push her to go. When she found out her boyfriend was going too, it got a little better. Currently they were in his car, and she noticed he had begun to take side streets- probably trying to waste time

"Dean," she began, but her eyes caught someone familiar. "Hey, isn't that Alistair?" After convincing her boyfriend to pull the car over near him- he was rather reluctant to do so, which confused her very much -she rolled down the window and called out to him. "Alistair! Want a ride?"


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Alistair jumped slightly as a car pulled up, he sighed in releif to see Charlie asking him if he wanted to catch a lift to wherever he was going. He went to speak but the words left him as unreasonable amounts of unsafe thought sped into his mind about what would happen if he got into the car. Then he saw who was driving, Dean. He forced a smile and began to blink quickly as he thought of a good enough exscuse as to not get in the car. " er well...thanks but no thanks...I'd rather walk. The place I'm going to is only a few minutes up the road" he explained gesturing up the street with his hand he turned to them both and spoke again wanting to end the conversation in a somehow happy note " but Ill catch you guys later yeah?" He smiled again and waved quickly as he walked up the street.

" that was close Alistair" he mumbled to himself sticking his hands in his pocket as he walked.