Post by leatherliberation on Jul 27, 2011 19:12:19 GMT -5
Leather Liberation
I’ve alwxys been an outcast, a misfit. And my life’s been…let’s just call it “unordinary.” But I never, ever, in my wildest dreams thought it would come to this.
Nobody really needs to know my past. And I doubt anyone wants to. What’s important is NOW, because you have to live your life before you’re dusted. But, if you’re willing to listen, I’m willing to tell.
Let’s think back to before the Helium Wars. I was the dark, quiet girl who sat at the back of the classroom. I used to be too funny, too outgoing, and people were in fact laughing at me, not with me. That was when I changed. I fell in love. And I left some really great friends behind forever. I became the girl in the shadows. Bass, writing, and drawings were my escapes. I avoided all people altogether. Maybe that’s why I’ve made it this far.
In my head, I created insane scenarios to prepare myself for the world. Anything imaginable, I probably have thought of it. My parents began to worry. We lived in a small DC suburb in Maryland, and my parents were artists, so nobody really worried about me. They travelled into DC a lot, which turned out to be a bad thing. Because 2013 was certainly a life-changing year…
I knew the U.S. had gotten into some bullshit. I knew the world was unsafe. But I really didn’t care. And we weren’t really the type to watch the news, or anything. I just hid, from the world. When the first bomb hit America, we started to realise, this is serious. I began hiding out in fallout shelters and basements of my friends, since our home was feeling unsafe. My trust diminished, as our country crippled.
Then DC was hit. It was that simple: one moment you were glued to the news, watching tragedy on TV; the next thing you know, you’ve blacked out and you’re covered in ash and debris and dust.
I woke up at my friend’s house. She had a name which now means nothing. I was covered in various debris and ash, and I couldn’t see anything but mountains of rubbish and fires blazing around me. From that point on, I was alone. I forgot about my parents. BL\ind took over, and I quickly fled for the deserts of California with my friends, who were known as Exterminator Revenge and Simplistic Identity. The trip was hard and painful, because it’s alwxys hard watching those you love dying right before your eyes.
The point is, I made it to California. They did not. The trip is hard for me to talk about. And now I’m just a girl hiding in Zone 3, all alone. I’ve met Volume Virus, but I have no home, as of the time being. I look forward to meeting you all, and to fighting together.
I’ve alwxys been an outcast, a misfit. And my life’s been…let’s just call it “unordinary.” But I never, ever, in my wildest dreams thought it would come to this.
Nobody really needs to know my past. And I doubt anyone wants to. What’s important is NOW, because you have to live your life before you’re dusted. But, if you’re willing to listen, I’m willing to tell.
Let’s think back to before the Helium Wars. I was the dark, quiet girl who sat at the back of the classroom. I used to be too funny, too outgoing, and people were in fact laughing at me, not with me. That was when I changed. I fell in love. And I left some really great friends behind forever. I became the girl in the shadows. Bass, writing, and drawings were my escapes. I avoided all people altogether. Maybe that’s why I’ve made it this far.
In my head, I created insane scenarios to prepare myself for the world. Anything imaginable, I probably have thought of it. My parents began to worry. We lived in a small DC suburb in Maryland, and my parents were artists, so nobody really worried about me. They travelled into DC a lot, which turned out to be a bad thing. Because 2013 was certainly a life-changing year…
I knew the U.S. had gotten into some bullshit. I knew the world was unsafe. But I really didn’t care. And we weren’t really the type to watch the news, or anything. I just hid, from the world. When the first bomb hit America, we started to realise, this is serious. I began hiding out in fallout shelters and basements of my friends, since our home was feeling unsafe. My trust diminished, as our country crippled.
Then DC was hit. It was that simple: one moment you were glued to the news, watching tragedy on TV; the next thing you know, you’ve blacked out and you’re covered in ash and debris and dust.
I woke up at my friend’s house. She had a name which now means nothing. I was covered in various debris and ash, and I couldn’t see anything but mountains of rubbish and fires blazing around me. From that point on, I was alone. I forgot about my parents. BL\ind took over, and I quickly fled for the deserts of California with my friends, who were known as Exterminator Revenge and Simplistic Identity. The trip was hard and painful, because it’s alwxys hard watching those you love dying right before your eyes.
The point is, I made it to California. They did not. The trip is hard for me to talk about. And now I’m just a girl hiding in Zone 3, all alone. I’ve met Volume Virus, but I have no home, as of the time being. I look forward to meeting you all, and to fighting together.
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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