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Pandora Rosaline

"I feel perfectly fine."

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a character in “Save Me From Myself”, as played by phoenix_lynx

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Name: Pandora Rosaline A strange name I know, my mother was probably on some high medication when deciding to pick my name.
Age: Eighteen I don’t look that old...do I?
Gender: Female Should I be offended, seriously, it’s obvious that I am a girl.

Appearance: I don’t really care of my looks to be quite honest with you, though I must admit, every girl likes to feel beautiful.
Pandora is very much not a natural beauty, or has rather become ‘prettier’ as she aged, as someone with honey combed locks, she has the tendency to leave it quite natural and messy, often just putting it in a high ponytail or a tight bun as she feels that her rather long hair simply gets in the way. Her skin, which is not exactly neither tanned nor pale, is something she finds content with as it’s flawless and smooth, and having dimples perhaps is just a bonus. Though her eyes seem average and similar to those around her, something about them always stands out; perchance it might be the never ending deepness of the caramel, or the everlasting sparkle that they hold even if she feels negative. It’s clear to say that though she looks pretty beautiful now, as a child and growing up around much intimidated girls, she was always the ‘ugly duckling.’ This shows through her fashion sense, frequently opting to wear oversized jumpers, things that don’t exactly show much of body, but over time she seems more in tune with vintage style and things that make her seem more exotic.

Personality: I’m like an onion in a way, see one layer of me? Honey, that’s just the beginning.
Pandora is one of those kids who didn’t have much friends growing up and when things get too serious, she’ll start distancing herself. She’d stay at home and read big novels or was alone in her room playing the piano which she is too afraid to show anyone that she could play. She secretly loves to daydream about falling in love and thinking of the possibilities of marrying a prince one day. But she knows that this is all just a clutter of dreams and is destined to fail because with love, Isabella never has any luck with it. Though to those close enough to her, she can be described as a kind, fun and trustworthy person but if only she could find someone to share that with.
She is very much and autonomous women who has a tendency to be controlling and bossy, as someone who likes to be in control, she can be seen as not much of a ‘team worker’ and much rather just do things independently. She has great survival skills. She knows how to blend in with the crowd and be social when she has or wants to be. Because of different jobs in different places, she knows how to adapt to her environment and this puts her knowledge of other languages to good use. Through this, she learned to communicate with others and learned how to act around other people. And because she knows of her good looks, she usually uses this to charm people to get what she needs. Sometimes she even uses this charm to find entertainment. This, however, is only a facade. Pandora is not very trusting. She will almost never say anything personal, not even her real name in some occasions. She doesn’t want anyone knowing anything about her and her past. The only reasons she will ever say anything personal would be if you catch her off guard or if you end up in her list of people to trust, and still both are highly unlikely. It is because of this that she is usually very indifferent. And during her times of solitude, she is very quiet and serious, observing her surroundings. Her mind is usually preoccupied full of other things that no one can ever guess.

However, she is a sharp girl and has a great desire to learn. To those who do care about her and are close to her, they see her in a slightly different light. They see a girl who loves to do everything perfectly, who sees tiny problems in herself and mistakes that she has done. She’s also the most reliable, though awkward in intimate moments, she knows how to cheer people up, as someone who isn’t the best and lacks in sense of humour, she can somehow make you smile, probably because of her endlessly rambling on, and stupid jokes that she tries to slyly add without making it too obvious. Pandora is the type of girl who’s been let down, hurt and abandoned, and so knows what it feels like, and by no means allows that feeling to appear to anyone. Even her enemy.

Likes:
+ Poetry, Call me a nerd or whatnot, but yes, it’s one of the few things I eager to spend my time upon, including writing some of my own, but that’s a secret.
+ Novels, And rather large ones at that, anything ranging from real life stories to classics, sci-fi to romance, though I must admit a romance novel at the end of a long day does sound tempting. However, I am also one those who reads books with big bold titles that seem to show a way of life. Ah, I know there are quite untrue, but with a bit of luck...
+ Tea, Did I mention that I can make over 100 varieties, trust me when I say this, I need at least 5 cups to tea in a day, that’s the minimum.
+ Alcohol, Or actually it’s more of a need, it gets me through and sometimes I just need it to take away the pain.
+ Being Alone, I think the better term of that is having some ‘privacy,’ it’ something very important to be and getting away from the world is something I often. The silence is wonderful.
+ Winter, To be exact just bad weather, or what those consider as bad, I love the rain, thunder, lightning, snow and cold, the sun is too bright for my sensitive eyes and it get tedious.
+ Singing, The only way to express myself is through my songs...my lyrics show my life.

Dislike:
- Those who know too much, about her that is, she instantly feels threatened and uncomfortable. I’m very secretive and overprotective of myself, I classify that as hard to trust others, but there is a reason.
- Authority, or those with too much authority as though she may not show it, she feels nervous around them and also feels that they may abuse the power they hold. I mean, they are more likely to abuse it and plus, I can’t truly trust them fully...not that I trust anyone to be honest. *sigh*
- Ignorance and arrogance. Pretty self explanatory.

Fears: Everyone is scared of something and has a fear, though I might not exactly show it, it still gives me nightmares.
~ Trypanophobia- Fear of injections.
~ Merinthophobia- Fear of being bound or tied up.
~ Dementophobia- Fear of insanity.

History: So you want to know why I turned out like this?
For a good majority of her life Pandora has been her own personal train wreck. Her personal poison was alcohol. The first time she did so was when she was fifteen. She’d been gone for three days before she brought herself back home, drunk and out of it and it wasn’t particularly surprised when she discovered that they didn’t even notice her absence. It was something she had grown accustoms too early in life, their social life was their first priority and Pandora was their last. Her parents are very popular lawyers in their state. After that she began to test how long she could be gone before they notice. She later found out that is was eleven days. When she returned home she was greeted by stern looks, a one-way ticket to Brooks, and a short lecture that made it very apparent that she was nothing but a burden. It wasn’t even her parents who pushed her to her addiction, it was their ‘family friend’ or much rather her parents close friend, someone who was considered so highly in the family and their upper class ways that everything he did was seen amazing and anything bad he had done...or well, it seemed he was too perfect to make any mistakes really. So when he had slowly started to quietly hook her into alcohol, it was then when he truly used her for his own device.
It wasn’t much of a bother to her when she was tagged as the girl ‘who was anti-social’ because it was true, she much rather step away from any human communication and stay alone and by herself. Pandora grew up alone, and even though she had many people around her, she was simply alone and so what different would it make for her to stay like that. As someone who was somehow a genius, her parents didn’t worry about her and become quite cold to her, busy with their own life and work. The more she got used as a personal slave for the ‘friend’, the more she used alcohol as a way to forget her life, even if for a moment.




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So begins...

Pandora Rosaline's Story

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Sighing loudly, Ash threw her bags down onto the small, four poster bed in the white washed room. She didn't know what possessed her to come to New Tides, but she suspected it had something to do with her best friends constant nagging about the numerous scars up her porcelain arms, old and new. There was another bed on the opposite side of the room, and from what she had gathered at check in she would be rooming with a man. Since when was rehab co-ed? , she had asked, only to get a lengthy, unhelpful reply from the rude desk worker.

Running a hand over her messy, blue hair she flopped down onto her bed and opened her suit case, pulling out one of the juices she had managed to smuggle in and opening it, ah took a long gulp and stared at the ceiling. The only thing left to do now was wait and see who the guy was, and who the other people that were checked into the rehab facility were. She hoped to god that they were nice, especially her roommate.

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Pandora looked around as she strolled down the small narrow corridor; she had expected some people around but failed to see any along her way, though she realized that perhaps some were already in their rooms while others had yet to arrive. It didn’t take much for her to find an empty room, plus as she walked inside, she noticed another bed opposite to hers so expected a roommate. From what she read, her roommate would be a female. Not that she cared either way.

As she gently let her small suitcase collapse onto the bunk, she herself settled down, jumping up and down softly, as some blonde curls tumbled forwards onto her eyes; she blew on the strands repeatedly before giving up. Maybe this
whole ‘rehabilitation’ thing wasn’t such a bad idea. Though she must admit, her drinking was not a problem. Possibly the problem was when she was drunk, but the alcohol itself wasn’t that bad, after all, there were millions around the world who had it worse than her.

Skimming around the room, she found herself release an annoyed moan, the room was quite bland and dull. It looked more like a prison, but she had to admit, the beds were pretty larger than she had first expected and this whole situation was to get ‘better’ not as a vacation trip. ”Though I would love to be partying it out in Ibiza.” She chuckled to herself, as much as she loved to drink, surprisingly she only drank to become more normal around social situation, she herself was pretty quiet and mellow though a drink wouldn’t harm her to change. Well, that’s what she thought in the beginning.

Finally resting her eyes back at the door, she wondered when her roommate would come. Hopefully they would get on well with each other; after all, it would be a very long stay and being enemies with your roommate didn’t exactly sound like fun. Clicking her knuckles softly, she fell onto her back and took a deep breath in before releasing it out loudly. It’s going to be a long stay She thought as she closed her eyes.

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The machines beside her beeped, telling everyone in the room that she still had a heartbeat. Elli did not want to open her eyes, she didn't understand why she had a tube down her throst. She didn't have a problem. Her twin brother, Nathan, sat beside her bed and held her hand, for the last three days hes been beside her in the hospital, even at night he would pull up a cot next to her bed. Mother only came by twice, she had much more inportant things to take care of then her daughter. Her mother didn't understand that what she was doing, she was trying to be perfect for her mother.

She was awoken when the doctor came in, Nathan squeezed her hand gently and Elli just gave him a small smile. She hasn't talked once since being in the hospital, all the question they asled were unanswered as she laid there barely awake. They keep on telling her that she was lucky to still be alive but really was she lucky? Doctor Roberts stood in front of her bed and gave her what might have been considered a reassuring smile "good news Elli you will be getting out of here today, we spoke with your mother over the phone and she agreed that you are still not well enough to go back home". She looked at Nathan and he just gave her a knowing look "Its okay Elli, you just need a little more help".

Doctor Roberts went on to tell her about New Tides Rehabilation, after she was done a nurse came in and unhooked all the machines that were connected to her and took out the feeding tube. Her throat felt raw, she did not like the feeling at all. Her brother already packed a bag of clothes for her, she was able to get dressed before she went there. She put on a pair of sweatpants that were big for her, a tshirt, and a zipped up hoodie, which she put the hood up. Her brother had to say goodbye to her there because they would be transfering her by ambulance.

"I love you Elli-Bean, I will come to visit when I can"

"Nathan..I..I don't want to go...I am fine, there is nothing wrong with me" her voice was hoarse and scratchy as she spoke.

Nathan shook his head and pulled his sister in for a hug, the girl was just skin and bones, there was hardly anything left of her. He didn't know what else to say so he gave her a kiss on the forehead then the EMat crew took her to the ambulance.

The drive was about a twenty minute drive, once there she was escorted into the building and one of the staff took over. She watched the doora behind her close and she knew now her freedom was taken feom her. She looked at the female staff member who introduced herself as Megan, the woman was rambling on about something, probably the rules, but she wasn't listening. A guard then took hee things and had to go through her bag while Megan searched her. Once they were done Mengan took her down a hallway and to her room.

Once they were there Megan left, she hesitantly pushed the door opened and looked inside. The room was pretty bland but that was not what she noticed first, what she noticed was the blonde sitting on one of the beds. Megan said she would have a roommate, that everyone was paired with someone. She walked in and set her bag on the bed, she was already feeling a bit tired, lately she wasn't able to do a lot of things and mostly was found sleeping. She sat down on the empty bed and looked at the girl across from her.

"Hello..Im Elli" her voice was still a little hoarse as she spoke, she was unsure of what to say. She still didn't think she was suppose to be here but at this point she had no choice.

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Pandora sighed gently as she kept her eyes closed. Something about how getting treatment felt weird, in a way she didn’t exactly care that she as here. Her parents showed no further interest in how she lived her life nor gave her life any acknowledgement, though she was happier that she got to finally be away from them and him. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about him. Somehow pushing him away from her mind simply lead her to think more about her childhood.

”I could use a vodka shot right about now.” She mumbled to herself, feeling a headache form. As she ran her delicate painted orange fingers through her hair, she ended up massaging her temples for a moment or two before settling her hands down to her sides. When she first heard about being admit to the facility, it was from a letter written by their family lawyer, stating that if she still considered being a member of the Rosaline, she had to attend this rehabilitation facility otherwise she would be classed as an outcast. Not that I care, I’m already one. She thought to herself as she felt the corners of her lips perk up into a tiny smile.

Not realizing that someone had already walked into the room and settled down onto the bed, she turned so that she now lay on her side. It was only when the girl spoke, "Hello...I’m Elli" that she slowly reopened her caramel eyes to look directly at her. Blinking under her large lashes, she stretched a bit as she sat up, rubbing her eyes from the imaginary sleep dust.

“Oh, hello, my name is Pandora; it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She smiled brightly at her, her sunglasses still perched on her head. Her favourite accessory, though probably because she had a tendency to get drunk and then have a painful hangover.