{“Would you destroy Something perfect in order to make it beautiful?”― Gerard Way }
{Give Me Love|Ed Sheeran || Waiting For Superman | Daughtry || Wake Me Up| Avicii ft. Aloe Blacc || People Help the People|Birdy }
|Full Name|
Clara Tyler Rose
|Nickname|
Claire, Tyler, Rosie, Rose, Helen Keller {Mockingly}
|Birthday|
November 1st, 1993
|Age|
Twenty {20}
|Gender|
Female
|Nationality|
40% German | 50% British | 10% Italian
|Role|
Female 3 {Blind female}
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual | Straight
|Occupation|
College student {Majoring in music, minoring in social working}
|Hometown|
Stockton-on-Tees, England
Clara Tyler Rose
|Nickname|
Claire, Tyler, Rosie, Rose, Helen Keller {Mockingly}
|Birthday|
November 1st, 1993
|Age|
Twenty {20}
|Gender|
Female
|Nationality|
40% German | 50% British | 10% Italian
|Role|
Female 3 {Blind female}
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual | Straight
|Occupation|
College student {Majoring in music, minoring in social working}
|Hometown|
Stockton-on-Tees, England
{“The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye...until we meet again”― Jimi Hendrix }
{Physical Description}|
▪5 feet, three inches {5'3} ▪Long naturally brown hair that goes to her mid back ▪Body built//Petite ▪Small waist ▪Small bust ▪Several scars around her body from years of bumping and tripping over things ▪
|{Quirks|Habits}|
▪Whenever she's nervous she taps her right foot in a pattern ▪She labels everything with Braille language {her keyboard, books, her piano, etc.} ▪When she's arguing with someone, whether they're taller than her or not she stands on her tip toes ▪Also when she's arguing with someone, she uses hand gestures ▪Moves away from large crowds of her peers ▪Hums when typing things down ▪She always in holding on to something; a leash, a book, a railing, anything. ▪She loves putting on some music and dancing to it in her room ▪Sometimes she talks to her dog, Roman like baby "It's not weird." ▪ Always thinks whether or not to end her life ▪
|{Talents|Strengths || Skills}|
▪Playing piano ▪Dancing ▪Her other senses are heightened ▪Tough skin {Most times} ▪Fluent in French and English ▪Children ▪Singing ▪Typing ▪Strong willed ▪Large vocabulary ▪Senior college reading level ▪Huge pet person {Surprisingly} ▪
|{Flaws|Weakness}|
▪Large crowds ▪Family settings ▪Taking orders//authority ▪Very opinionated ▪Very much broken ▪Many fears//phobias ▪Jumps to conclusions ▪Her blindness ▪Can't stick up for herself anymore ▪Very particular ▪Water//swimming ▪Defensive ▪Suicidal ▪Anxiety ▪Hates being without Roman ▪Asks many questions ▪Many pent up emotions ▪
|{Hobbies}|
▪Playing piano ▪Typing ▪Dancing {Ballet} ▪Listening to music ▪Staying in her room ▪Sleeping in ▪Playing with her dogs ▪Talking to her siblings ▪
|{Fears}|
▪{Glassophobia} Fear of public speaking ▪{Aelophobia} Fear of imperfections ▪{Thanaphobia} Fear of death//dying ▪{Acrophobia} Fear of heights ▪{Taphephobia} Fear of buried alive ▪{Philophobia} Fear of falling in love//being in love ▪{Catagelophobia} Fear of being ridiculed ▪{Pnigophobia//Pnigerophobia} Fear of being smothered//choking ▪
|{Secrets}|
✤She is constantly thinking about committing suicide✤She hasn't spoken to her father since the age of sixteen✤She was sexually abused when she was sixteen by her ex-'boyfriend'✤She has only been in her once and that was to the boy who raped her✤
|{Goals|Dreams}|
▪To somehow get over her depression ▪To be free {one way or another} ▪To somehow get her sight back ▪To become a famous pianist or ballet dancer ▪
▪5 feet, three inches {5'3} ▪Long naturally brown hair that goes to her mid back ▪Body built//Petite ▪Small waist ▪Small bust ▪Several scars around her body from years of bumping and tripping over things ▪
|{Quirks|Habits}|
▪Whenever she's nervous she taps her right foot in a pattern ▪She labels everything with Braille language {her keyboard, books, her piano, etc.} ▪When she's arguing with someone, whether they're taller than her or not she stands on her tip toes ▪Also when she's arguing with someone, she uses hand gestures ▪Moves away from large crowds of her peers ▪Hums when typing things down ▪She always in holding on to something; a leash, a book, a railing, anything. ▪She loves putting on some music and dancing to it in her room ▪Sometimes she talks to her dog, Roman like baby "It's not weird." ▪ Always thinks whether or not to end her life ▪
|{Talents|Strengths || Skills}|
▪Playing piano ▪Dancing ▪Her other senses are heightened ▪Tough skin {Most times} ▪Fluent in French and English ▪Children ▪Singing ▪Typing ▪Strong willed ▪Large vocabulary ▪Senior college reading level ▪Huge pet person {Surprisingly} ▪
|{Flaws|Weakness}|
▪Large crowds ▪Family settings ▪Taking orders//authority ▪Very opinionated ▪Very much broken ▪Many fears//phobias ▪Jumps to conclusions ▪Her blindness ▪Can't stick up for herself anymore ▪Very particular ▪Water//swimming ▪Defensive ▪Suicidal ▪Anxiety ▪Hates being without Roman ▪Asks many questions ▪Many pent up emotions ▪
|{Hobbies}|
▪Playing piano ▪Typing ▪Dancing {Ballet} ▪Listening to music ▪Staying in her room ▪Sleeping in ▪Playing with her dogs ▪Talking to her siblings ▪
|{Fears}|
▪{Glassophobia} Fear of public speaking ▪{Aelophobia} Fear of imperfections ▪{Thanaphobia} Fear of death//dying ▪{Acrophobia} Fear of heights ▪{Taphephobia} Fear of buried alive ▪{Philophobia} Fear of falling in love//being in love ▪{Catagelophobia} Fear of being ridiculed ▪{Pnigophobia//Pnigerophobia} Fear of being smothered//choking ▪
|{Secrets}|
✤She is constantly thinking about committing suicide✤She hasn't spoken to her father since the age of sixteen✤She was sexually abused when she was sixteen by her ex-'boyfriend'✤She has only been in her once and that was to the boy who raped her✤
|{Goals|Dreams}|
▪To somehow get over her depression ▪To be free {one way or another} ▪To somehow get her sight back ▪To become a famous pianist or ballet dancer ▪
{“Excuse me while I kiss the sky.”― Jimi Hendrix }
|Personality|
Dreamer: Always
Opinionated: Often
Afraid//Paranoid: Always
Quiet//Shy:Always
Depressed:Always
Broken: Always
Affectionate: Rarely {Anymore}
Risk-Taking: Never
Ambitious: Rarely
Curious: Occasionally
Self-Controlled: Sometimes
Trusting: Never
Honest: Often
Loyal: Always
Serious When necessary
Romantic: Rarely
Flirty: Never
Sympathetic: Often
Altruistic: Sometimes
Optimistic: Rarely {Anymore}
Observant: Often
Logical: Often
Hyperactive: Never
Sweet:Often
Social: Somewhat solitary
Emotions: Somewhat controlled
Dreamer: Always
Opinionated: Often
Afraid//Paranoid: Always
Quiet//Shy:Always
Depressed:Always
Broken: Always
Affectionate: Rarely {Anymore}
Risk-Taking: Never
Ambitious: Rarely
Curious: Occasionally
Self-Controlled: Sometimes
Trusting: Never
Honest: Often
Loyal: Always
Serious When necessary
Romantic: Rarely
Flirty: Never
Sympathetic: Often
Altruistic: Sometimes
Optimistic: Rarely {Anymore}
Observant: Often
Logical: Often
Hyperactive: Never
Sweet:Often
Social: Somewhat solitary
Emotions: Somewhat controlled
{“If you want to discover the true character of a person, you have only to observe what they are passionate about.” ― Shannon L. Alder }
|{Likes}|
▲Music ▲Animals {Mostly dogs and cats} ▲Affection ▲Romance movies ▲Dancing {Ballet Mostly} ▲Dreaming ▲Her pet dog, Roman ▲The Summer ▲Humming ▲Social working ▲Playing piano ▲Smiling ▲Being left alone ▲Her siblings ▲Her favorite shows {Orange is the New Black, Sherlock, Doctor Who, The Walking Dead, and Breaking Bad} ▲Open minded people ▲Being loved ▲Long hair ▲Guys with intelligence
▲Music ▲Animals {Mostly dogs and cats} ▲Affection ▲Romance movies ▲Dancing {Ballet Mostly} ▲Dreaming ▲Her pet dog, Roman ▲The Summer ▲Humming ▲Social working ▲Playing piano ▲Smiling ▲Being left alone ▲Her siblings ▲Her favorite shows {Orange is the New Black, Sherlock, Doctor Who, The Walking Dead, and Breaking Bad} ▲Open minded people ▲Being loved ▲Long hair ▲Guys with intelligence
{“I don't hate you.. I just don't like that you exist” ― Gena Showalter, Seduce the Darkness }
|{Dislikes}|
▼Her blindness ▼Being treated as a victim ▼Reality television ▼Her nickname: Helen Keller ▼Her peers ▼Cats ▼The night ▼Not being able to be complete independent ▼Dancing in front of others ▼Being touched ▼The thought of being used//abused ▼Peanut butter ▼Photographs ▼Comedies ▼Messing something up ▼Messing up on her piano ▼Singing in front of people ▼Her dreams being shot down ▼Being controlled ▼Sexual intimacy ▼Crying ▼Makeup ▼Improper grammar ▼When she can't hit high notes
▼Her blindness ▼Being treated as a victim ▼Reality television ▼Her nickname: Helen Keller ▼Her peers ▼Cats ▼The night ▼Not being able to be complete independent ▼Dancing in front of others ▼Being touched ▼The thought of being used//abused ▼Peanut butter ▼Photographs ▼Comedies ▼Messing something up ▼Messing up on her piano ▼Singing in front of people ▼Her dreams being shot down ▼Being controlled ▼Sexual intimacy ▼Crying ▼Makeup ▼Improper grammar ▼When she can't hit high notes
{“We all shine on...like the moon and the stars and the sun...we all shine on...come on and on and on...”― John Lennon }
|Place of Origin|
Stockton-on-Tees, England
|Family Tree|Important People|
Fredrick Rose | Estranged Father | Living |
Genevieve Rose (nee Thomas) | Mother | Deceased |
Amelia Rose (nee Jackson) | Estranged Step-Mother | Living |
Beatrice Williams (nee Rose) | Older sister {Age 26} | Living |
Demi Rose | Twin sister {Age 19} | Living |
Alex Rose | Younger brother {Age 16} | Living |
Emily Rose | Younger sister {Age 13} | Living |
Danny Ramos | Ex-'boyfriend' | Living |
Zackary Ramos | Son | Living |
Diego Martinez | Closest friend {has feelings for her}, Stepbrother of Danny | Living |
Charlie and Amanda William and Vanessa Morgan | Archenemies | Living |
Happiest Memory|
"It was before my mother died. I was about what, fourteen maybe thirteen years old. I came home crying after school from yet another day of being called a freak. It's strange, you know? I never even talked to any of the 'normal kids' but, somehow they always found a way to mess or pick with me. But, that's beyond the point. I was in my room, crying my eyes out when my mother came in. She asked me what was wrong and I just broke down with the usual. "I'm a freak.", "Everyone hates me.", "No one would even care if I disappeared." As irritated as my mother would get hearing this over and over... and over again, she was always there to listen to me. One day she finally told up front that all those people are idiots. "You're a beautiful, intelligent, and amazing person. And if they can't see that then they're the blind ones, not you.", She told me. It wasn't the kindest thing she could have said but then again she was a very upfront and blunt person, so I didn't expect anything less than that. *chuckles* After that she just combed my hair and we watched our favorite movie, well she watched. I listened."
|Saddest Memory|
Isn't it obvious? Must you know anymore about it?!... Fine, it was my seventeenth birthday and Danny and I were spending the day together, as always. And just like every holiday, he decided to sneak me out to go to a different destination near our home. This time: London. Being a girl of course I was elated with the idea. But it all went south when he started acting different, he would kiss me neck longer, try to slip off my jacket, anything to manipulate me into giving him what he wanted. And when I didn't and I pulled away and/or fought... He took it out of force. I--I just felt even more helpless than usual, he covered my mouth and pinned me down. It was absolutely dreadful and to this day I haven't told a soul. Little did I know it would only get worse from there..."
Stockton-on-Tees, England
|Family Tree|Important People|
Fredrick Rose | Estranged Father | Living |
Genevieve Rose (nee Thomas) | Mother | Deceased |
Amelia Rose (nee Jackson) | Estranged Step-Mother | Living |
Beatrice Williams (nee Rose) | Older sister {Age 26} | Living |
Demi Rose | Twin sister {Age 19} | Living |
Alex Rose | Younger brother {Age 16} | Living |
Emily Rose | Younger sister {Age 13} | Living |
Danny Ramos | Ex-'boyfriend' | Living |
Zackary Ramos | Son | Living |
Diego Martinez | Closest friend {has feelings for her}, Stepbrother of Danny | Living |
Charlie and Amanda William and Vanessa Morgan | Archenemies | Living |
Happiest Memory|
"It was before my mother died. I was about what, fourteen maybe thirteen years old. I came home crying after school from yet another day of being called a freak. It's strange, you know? I never even talked to any of the 'normal kids' but, somehow they always found a way to mess or pick with me. But, that's beyond the point. I was in my room, crying my eyes out when my mother came in. She asked me what was wrong and I just broke down with the usual. "I'm a freak.", "Everyone hates me.", "No one would even care if I disappeared." As irritated as my mother would get hearing this over and over... and over again, she was always there to listen to me. One day she finally told up front that all those people are idiots. "You're a beautiful, intelligent, and amazing person. And if they can't see that then they're the blind ones, not you.", She told me. It wasn't the kindest thing she could have said but then again she was a very upfront and blunt person, so I didn't expect anything less than that. *chuckles* After that she just combed my hair and we watched our favorite movie, well she watched. I listened."
|Saddest Memory|
Isn't it obvious? Must you know anymore about it?!... Fine, it was my seventeenth birthday and Danny and I were spending the day together, as always. And just like every holiday, he decided to sneak me out to go to a different destination near our home. This time: London. Being a girl of course I was elated with the idea. But it all went south when he started acting different, he would kiss me neck longer, try to slip off my jacket, anything to manipulate me into giving him what he wanted. And when I didn't and I pulled away and/or fought... He took it out of force. I--I just felt even more helpless than usual, he covered my mouth and pinned me down. It was absolutely dreadful and to this day I haven't told a soul. Little did I know it would only get worse from there..."
{“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” ― Søren Kierkegaard }
|History|
Clara Tyler Rose was born in a typical rags to riches story. The first five years of the young girls life was spent in what England called the 'ghetto' of the country which was Nottingham, England. And growing up, was difficult not just for the family, but also Clara. Being born blind, she was always at risk of getting injured, all because it was a very dangerous place to raise a family of their size. So when Clara turned six years old, the large family finally began to have money and decided to move to a rather nice area known as the infamous Stockton-on-Tees. In their new city, they were well known for being one of the richest socialites in the area, never having the tough life that many others have after that. Which is how many started calling her 'Princess' in her lifetime, always one to get what she wanted when she wanted it. Yet, none of it mattered because she had a family that adored her. And growing up sure she was spoiled but not rotten, at least not yet.
Growing up from that age was a rather easy life, even with her blindness. They went to the best schools, the best parties, had the best clothes, and everything else they needed and/or wanted. But that all changed when she began having a harder time adjusting to her life, which is the age that she began getting bullied by her peers. Even some of her close friends had turned on her all in order to climb up the social ladder. Which of course began to make her the "outcast" in her school from then on. And for the longest time she began wondering what was wrong about her. She was sweet, quiet, and an overall decent girl to be around. Which made her start nitpicking little things that maybe guys didn't see as attractive. And at the end of the day, it began lowering how she felt about herself. While she was... different. She never let that stop her from thinking that she was any less of a person. Until now. She soon started thinking nothing was enough; she wasn't smart enough, she wasn't pretty enough, her accent wasn't proper enough, she wasn't skinny enough. Nothing was good to her or at least, that's how the young girl saw it. Not that many others saw it that way, they mostly saw her as the pretty little blind freak. That is until a boy named Danny Ramos walked into their school when she was fifteen years old. He was perfect in her pretty brown blue eyes, he was cute and charming, smart and cool, and on top of all of that, he was American. Something that you rarely saw in her school. And when every girl wanted him (Clara included), he for some reason began wanting her.
For a while, he would just talk to her and being the way she was, she thought it was just a facade. Another boy who just liked teasing her before going after another girl. But, no. He was different; He wanted her for her. And after a while, she gave in to his flirting. Breaking the awkwardness with a kiss in her bedroom as they were studying English History. And after that, it was all history. Clara soon became known to everyone for dating the 'American bad boy' the guy every girl seemed to want. Except for her parents who wanted him to just leave their precious daughter alone. They would sneak out together and disappear for days on end to different parts of the country. From London to even the small ones not even on maps. She fell so hard and so fast, so quickly, within months he knew he had had her wrapped around his little finger. Something that she soon would find out would bite her in the ass. But for now, she was in love and she was happy. Yet, she could never bring herself to actually show him how much she loved him by making love to him. She had made a promise to not just herself but her parents, to God, to anyone that she wanted to wait until she was married to make love to the actual love of her life. Whether it was Danny or another man she had yet to meet in her short life. And at the time, it seemed like the couple would have a long life together unlike most teenage couples in the world. And she truly believed that she had found her happily ever after at a young age just as the Disney Princesses did. And she didn't question it. But then, her life came to a huge CRASH. It was the middle of the night and for once, Clara was spending time with her mother instead of her boyfriend. Something she wasn't happy about. The whole night the girls just talked and went places to spend time together. And it was good until her mother brought up Danny, saying he wasn't good for her. And while they were arguing, her mother didn't notice that she was heading straight for a semi-truck. She was killed on impact, but Clara for some reason. Walked away with nothing but a few scratches. Over the next few months, everyone was trying to move on but, Clara who felt like it was her fault; everything. Her mother's instant death, how much pain her siblings were in, and mostly how her father quickly moved on to his assistant. While most accepted how he had moved on, Clara felt like they were together long before her mother passed away. Which made her stop talking to her father and new 'mother' all together. Most of her time was spent out of their manor and with her boyfriend.
Yet her life took yet another huge turn on her sixteenth birthday when her and Danny were on their way to a romantic vacation in Paris when all of a sudden. The older boy began kissing her neck, which was nothing new to the young, crazy couple. But he began trying to slip off her jacket and then her dress, which is when she had to stop him. He just kept repeating; 'What? Don't you love me, Angel?' And as much as she loved him, she couldn't do it. So, he did something that she never thought he would do. He raped her. He pushed her out of their small car and into an alleyway that rarely anyone came down or close to. He just covered her mouth and said that if she made a sound then she would regret. It seemed like forever, hours of muffling, trying to get away with no such luck. Only when he got up and snatched the necklace off from around her neck could she get up to see that he had driven off, leaving her pretty much unclothed and afraid with nothing but her blind cane to help her get home. Luckily, they hadn't left for the airport yet and were still somewhat close to her house. It took her a while and a lot of tripping and bumping into things but, she finally made it make safely. When she came home, she could hear her family in the other room. She couldn't let them know. She couldn't ruin their family's reputation like that. That night was one of the worst in her life, she never knew what she had done wrong. The only thing she truly remembers is crying herself asleep like she used to a little over a year ago. After that night, she never heard or saw Danny after that, last she heard he had moved to America with his new step-brother.
Something she was glad about, because after that her life took a complete dive. She found out she was pregnant with a baby girl a few weeks later and she couldn't bring herself to kill the child. So what does she do instead? She had the beautiful baby son that she wanted to name Benjamin and gives them a gay couple who were actually a friend of a friend. Who were married for two years and couldn't find someone to let them adopted other than Clara. They, at the beginning would invite the girl to birthdays and holidays and everything before moving to America. Meaning, she would no longer see her baby unless in pictures. Something that killed her on the inside. But, she knew that she couldn't go to school and have a baby, so she made a choice. And at the end, she regretted it. She felt even worse than she had before Danny walked into her life. For the past year and a half, she has tried to rebuild that bridge with loved ones and friends but once she moved away to music school in America, she couldn't help but cut them all off. Thinking that now, they wanted nothing to do with her. Which broke her, she felt like she was alone in the world, which she was. She had kept herself so blocked off... That she pushed everyone away. And it only got worst once she went to college only to become a big outcast than ever. At least in high school, they were evil to her face but in America, in college it was all secretive. All the rumors and hurtful comments, she had to hear through the 'grapevine'. Everyone seemed to hate her and unlike in high school, she didn't have her beloved boyfriend or mother to help her through it. The only person who seems to care whether she's dead or alive is her dog, Roman. And even when thinking about him, she has attempted suicide once already but couldn't bring herself to do it. Now, one year after the first attempt, she finds herself still thinking. "Now I see why everyone hates me, because now I hate myself too."
Clara Tyler Rose was born in a typical rags to riches story. The first five years of the young girls life was spent in what England called the 'ghetto' of the country which was Nottingham, England. And growing up, was difficult not just for the family, but also Clara. Being born blind, she was always at risk of getting injured, all because it was a very dangerous place to raise a family of their size. So when Clara turned six years old, the large family finally began to have money and decided to move to a rather nice area known as the infamous Stockton-on-Tees. In their new city, they were well known for being one of the richest socialites in the area, never having the tough life that many others have after that. Which is how many started calling her 'Princess' in her lifetime, always one to get what she wanted when she wanted it. Yet, none of it mattered because she had a family that adored her. And growing up sure she was spoiled but not rotten, at least not yet.
Growing up from that age was a rather easy life, even with her blindness. They went to the best schools, the best parties, had the best clothes, and everything else they needed and/or wanted. But that all changed when she began having a harder time adjusting to her life, which is the age that she began getting bullied by her peers. Even some of her close friends had turned on her all in order to climb up the social ladder. Which of course began to make her the "outcast" in her school from then on. And for the longest time she began wondering what was wrong about her. She was sweet, quiet, and an overall decent girl to be around. Which made her start nitpicking little things that maybe guys didn't see as attractive. And at the end of the day, it began lowering how she felt about herself. While she was... different. She never let that stop her from thinking that she was any less of a person. Until now. She soon started thinking nothing was enough; she wasn't smart enough, she wasn't pretty enough, her accent wasn't proper enough, she wasn't skinny enough. Nothing was good to her or at least, that's how the young girl saw it. Not that many others saw it that way, they mostly saw her as the pretty little blind freak. That is until a boy named Danny Ramos walked into their school when she was fifteen years old. He was perfect in her pretty brown blue eyes, he was cute and charming, smart and cool, and on top of all of that, he was American. Something that you rarely saw in her school. And when every girl wanted him (Clara included), he for some reason began wanting her.
For a while, he would just talk to her and being the way she was, she thought it was just a facade. Another boy who just liked teasing her before going after another girl. But, no. He was different; He wanted her for her. And after a while, she gave in to his flirting. Breaking the awkwardness with a kiss in her bedroom as they were studying English History. And after that, it was all history. Clara soon became known to everyone for dating the 'American bad boy' the guy every girl seemed to want. Except for her parents who wanted him to just leave their precious daughter alone. They would sneak out together and disappear for days on end to different parts of the country. From London to even the small ones not even on maps. She fell so hard and so fast, so quickly, within months he knew he had had her wrapped around his little finger. Something that she soon would find out would bite her in the ass. But for now, she was in love and she was happy. Yet, she could never bring herself to actually show him how much she loved him by making love to him. She had made a promise to not just herself but her parents, to God, to anyone that she wanted to wait until she was married to make love to the actual love of her life. Whether it was Danny or another man she had yet to meet in her short life. And at the time, it seemed like the couple would have a long life together unlike most teenage couples in the world. And she truly believed that she had found her happily ever after at a young age just as the Disney Princesses did. And she didn't question it. But then, her life came to a huge CRASH. It was the middle of the night and for once, Clara was spending time with her mother instead of her boyfriend. Something she wasn't happy about. The whole night the girls just talked and went places to spend time together. And it was good until her mother brought up Danny, saying he wasn't good for her. And while they were arguing, her mother didn't notice that she was heading straight for a semi-truck. She was killed on impact, but Clara for some reason. Walked away with nothing but a few scratches. Over the next few months, everyone was trying to move on but, Clara who felt like it was her fault; everything. Her mother's instant death, how much pain her siblings were in, and mostly how her father quickly moved on to his assistant. While most accepted how he had moved on, Clara felt like they were together long before her mother passed away. Which made her stop talking to her father and new 'mother' all together. Most of her time was spent out of their manor and with her boyfriend.
Yet her life took yet another huge turn on her sixteenth birthday when her and Danny were on their way to a romantic vacation in Paris when all of a sudden. The older boy began kissing her neck, which was nothing new to the young, crazy couple. But he began trying to slip off her jacket and then her dress, which is when she had to stop him. He just kept repeating; 'What? Don't you love me, Angel?' And as much as she loved him, she couldn't do it. So, he did something that she never thought he would do. He raped her. He pushed her out of their small car and into an alleyway that rarely anyone came down or close to. He just covered her mouth and said that if she made a sound then she would regret. It seemed like forever, hours of muffling, trying to get away with no such luck. Only when he got up and snatched the necklace off from around her neck could she get up to see that he had driven off, leaving her pretty much unclothed and afraid with nothing but her blind cane to help her get home. Luckily, they hadn't left for the airport yet and were still somewhat close to her house. It took her a while and a lot of tripping and bumping into things but, she finally made it make safely. When she came home, she could hear her family in the other room. She couldn't let them know. She couldn't ruin their family's reputation like that. That night was one of the worst in her life, she never knew what she had done wrong. The only thing she truly remembers is crying herself asleep like she used to a little over a year ago. After that night, she never heard or saw Danny after that, last she heard he had moved to America with his new step-brother.
Something she was glad about, because after that her life took a complete dive. She found out she was pregnant with a baby girl a few weeks later and she couldn't bring herself to kill the child. So what does she do instead? She had the beautiful baby son that she wanted to name Benjamin and gives them a gay couple who were actually a friend of a friend. Who were married for two years and couldn't find someone to let them adopted other than Clara. They, at the beginning would invite the girl to birthdays and holidays and everything before moving to America. Meaning, she would no longer see her baby unless in pictures. Something that killed her on the inside. But, she knew that she couldn't go to school and have a baby, so she made a choice. And at the end, she regretted it. She felt even worse than she had before Danny walked into her life. For the past year and a half, she has tried to rebuild that bridge with loved ones and friends but once she moved away to music school in America, she couldn't help but cut them all off. Thinking that now, they wanted nothing to do with her. Which broke her, she felt like she was alone in the world, which she was. She had kept herself so blocked off... That she pushed everyone away. And it only got worst once she went to college only to become a big outcast than ever. At least in high school, they were evil to her face but in America, in college it was all secretive. All the rumors and hurtful comments, she had to hear through the 'grapevine'. Everyone seemed to hate her and unlike in high school, she didn't have her beloved boyfriend or mother to help her through it. The only person who seems to care whether she's dead or alive is her dog, Roman. And even when thinking about him, she has attempted suicide once already but couldn't bring herself to do it. Now, one year after the first attempt, she finds herself still thinking. "Now I see why everyone hates me, because now I hate myself too."
{“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent” ― Victor Hugo }
I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody, yeah, yeah
Someone like you
And all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers undercover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody, yeah, yeah
Someone like you, oh, oh, oh, oh
Someone like you, oh, oh, oh, oh
Off in the night
While you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging war to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice
Someone like me, oh, oh, oh, oh
Someone like me, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready now
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready now
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Someone like me, oh, oh, oh, oh
I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see[/font]
You trembled like you'd seen a ghost
And I gave in
I lack the things you need the most, you said where have you been
You wasted all that sweetness to run and hide
I wonder why
I remind you of the days you poured your heart into
But you never tried
I've fallen from grace
Took a blow to my face
I've loved and I've lost
I've loved and I've lost
Explosions...on the day you wake up
Needing somebody and you've learned
It's okay to be afraid
But it will never be the same
It will never be the same
You left my soul bleeding in the dark
So you could be king
The rules you set are still untold to me and I lost my faith in everything
The nights you could cope, your intentions were gold
But the mountains will shake
I need to know I can still make
Explosions...on the day you wake up
Needing somebody and you've learned
It's okay to be afraid
But it will never be the same
And as the floods move in
And your body starts to sink
I was the last thing on your mind
I know you better than you think
'Cause it's simple darling, I gave you a warning
Now everything you own is falling from the sky in pieces
So watch them fall with you, in slow motion
I pray that you will find peace of mind
And I'll find you another time
I'll love you, another time
Explosions...on the day you wake up
Needing somebody and you've learned
It's okay to be afraid
But it will never be the same
{“It took a while for her to figure out she could run but when she did she was long gone, Long gone..”― Keith Urban }
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❣Roleplayed by BleedingLover {Call me Ae-Jin or better yet, Jinny. ^_^}❣
❣Face Claim|Jenna-Louise Coleman {plays Clara Oswald on Doctor Who}❣
❣Roleplayed by BleedingLover {Call me Ae-Jin or better yet, Jinny. ^_^}❣
❣Face Claim|Jenna-Louise Coleman {plays Clara Oswald on Doctor Who}❣