 "Et Tu Brute?" ~ Julius Ceasar "When I return, I wanna be AIDS" "Why AIDS?" "Because, it affects so many people." ~ Marilyn Manson
full name: Dahlia Josefin VonDee
--» nick name: Dahlia // Doll // Dolly // Doll-face // Baby Doll
age: Eighteen
--» birthday: June Sixteenth
gender: Female
--» orientation: Bisexual
private love affair: No one yet.
--» hometown: Berlin, Germany
years in the institution: Eighteen
--» history: I can't tell you much, because there's not much that I really know. I didn't come from an obscenely ******** up family; we just didn't work well together, on any plane of thought or rationality.My mom and dad were high school sweethearts, as most couples are in the beginning. But separating for college would turn out the be their downfall. Each went through a radical change; something that made them totally different from eachother.
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--» Mom; My mother is a good woman; She's just a lover of the music. In high school she was a free mind, a bit of a "hippie" to put it nicely. She believed in herself, and thought highly of her own opinions. She was a strong headed woman [ and really still is ] but now its just in a different way. While she was with my father, she was herself. Typical hippie teenager. Smoking too much pot, getting a little too drunk, and losing her virginity.
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--» Dad; Dad was like mom in high school. And yet, different. He was the perfect grunge rocker. Slick hair, leather jackets and boots. How he got with my mom will always be a mystery to me, honestly. The hippie chick and the rocker boy. Dad wasn't into the pot as much as mom was, but he dipped in every once and a while, he'll admit to that.
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--» The Destruction; Mom and Dad went their separate ways. Mom went to San Francisco to study "art" [ music.. ] and Dad went to some high end Ivy League school; Something Christian.
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--» The Downfall; They kept up with each other; As all high school lovers do. But to me it seemed silly that they did. Dad had changed a lot since high school. He had become toe good boy type. A real bible thumping kind of man. He had studied, found this man called "Jesus". Mom however, she was still quite the free spirit. She had stayed in San Francisco, even though she barely made it through a year of Art School. She had gotten into some more intense drugs, but had cleaned up pretty quickly. Didn't like the effects of drug hangovers on her art. She and my father had gone their separate ways, but for some odd reason they wanted to try again.
--» The Regrouping; It didn't work. The Bible Thumper, and the Artistic Free Spirit. It's like a match made in hell, isn't it? Dad was trying to convert mom, and was trying to open her eyes to religion and the "enlightenment" of God and Jesus. All that Holy crap didn't go over too well with mom. But somewhere between the fighting, the church and the singing, they made me. Maybe they thought that I'd bring them back together, make them closer again. But I wasn't. By then they had already gotten married, and I was supposed to be their savior.
--» The End Of Happiness; I wasn't their savior; I've never been anyone's savior. Mom got back into the drugs, and dad became obsessed with his quest to be the best priest. He spent too much time at the church, and she spent too much time on the streets. It was only customary that someone find out that they were leaving their Toddler Daughter alone in the house -not that I had a problem with it, honestly.
--» The New Entry Into My Life; I was taken away by social services when I was 4. My parents -my dad- had battled the court to keep me, but with no mother figure the court deemed him an un-fit father. My mother took no part in this, she was too deep into the drugs by then to really care.
--» The Detachment; I had been in the orphanage for a week; maybe two. After all, who doesn't want to adopt a pale skinned dark haired 4 year old?
--» The New Life; Vincent Devore had adopted me at the ripe young age of 4. From there he had changed me forever. He taught me things I never would've learned. I didn't learn under a normal curriculum, Vincent liked the undead. Ghosts, Ghouls, things like that. He had taught me all about these things since that ripe young age, and even now 14 years later I still have bad dreams -night terrors- about those images.
--» The Demise Of The New Life; Vincent was a madman, anyone whom had spent the amount of time I had with him would've known that. He had changed me. Mentally, and physically. My thoughts were different, darker. He had changed my DNA; everything about me. I'm a clairvoyant now, and often refereed to as Loony. I see ghosts and ghouls now; like Vincent wanted to see, and could never prove. I was his perfect little pin cushion. And I guess the drugs are finally taking effect?
--» The Escape; I don't know how I made it away from Vincent, but ever since I got out I've been lonely. I guess I'm looking for something that I didn't receive as a child, or with Vincent. I know I have feelings for both sexes, but females just appeal more to me than males do. Maybe its because of the ways that Vincent exposed me.
--» The New Beginning; I don't know where to begin with this, this new part of my life. It's so confusing. I guess it's all free go from now. You should get to know me. I might be secretive, and keep close to myself; that's because I'm afraid to let someone get under my skin like Vincent did. Maybe if you love me enough, I'll love you too.
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