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Forever- The Tale of Ginny Waverly
Topic Started: Aug 14 2014, 05:35 AM (280 Views)
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((Welcome to the tale of Virginia "Ginny" Waverly (formerly Virginia Parkington). Her story is rather dark, I think, (her family's quite messed up. You'll be shocked that she and Jacob turn out as well as they do) so the tenderhearted should turn back now!
The story is told from Ginny's point of view, and to make things easier, I'll be keeping a character guide so you can keep track of all of her insane relatives. When they die, their name will no longer be in bold, just to help you keep track of who's living and who's not. Also, whether they're alive or dead will be based off what Ginny knows, not it they're actually alive or dead.
Also, some posts will be written in a Sims 3 musicacy style- that's where in the post you will see song lyrics. The song isn't actually playing in the character's story, but I think the song fits what's going on in the post, so the lyrics will appear. The lyrics will be bolded and italicized. Remember all lyrics of the song may not be included. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me!
Now that the introduction is over with, I hope you enjoy the tale of Ginny Waverly! :D ))
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Virginia "Ginny" Parkington- The youngest child and only daughter of Phillip and Nora Parkington. She's got a temper and is quite spirited, which frequently gets her into trouble. She's always been protected by her big brothers, but they can't protect her from all the things life is going to throw at her, so Ginny will have to put her strong will and courage to good use if she's going to be able to protect herself.

Phillip Parkington- A tall man that works as an architect. Phillip's parents are in prison, but that doesn't matter because in his opinion he's nothing like them and he's built his own family anyway. He loves math, his wife, and his children, but he also loves going drinking with his friends after work...

Nora Parkington- She was born in Buckingsim and spent the first ten years of her life there. Then, after her father's death, she and her mother moved to Bridgeport and have lived there ever since. Nora's father's death made her emotionally and mentally fragile, but she hasn't heard voices in her head for years, so she must be fine, right?

Gregory "Greg" Parkington- Greg is the oldest Parkington child and he's always viewed himself as lucky. He was supposed to be stillborn yet he came out screaming. His heart transplant at the age of four was supposed to kill him, but he survived. A friend of his introduced him to the game of poker, and now Greg plays at school when the teachers aren't looking for other kids' lunch money. After all, he's lucky, so how could he lose?

Nathan Parkington- Nathan's always been a good kid. He protects his siblings, makes good grades, and is the star of his football team. Everyone wants to be this kind boy's friend. He considers himself lucky for being given such a good life, but little does he know what life has in store for him.

Stephen Parkington- Stephen has always been quiet and reserved, but very determined. When he wants something, hs gets it through hard work. He's smart and also quite curious, but he has to learn that there are some secrets that should never see daylight again...

Thomas "Tommy" Parkington- Tommy has always wanted to be just like his father. He works hard to imitate his father's behavior much to the amusement of his parents. What he doesn't realise is that not everything his father does is perfect- that Philip is only human and that me makes mistakes too. Tommy has to learn that he shouldn't imitate everything his father does.

Henry Parkington- While Tommy idolizes their father, Henry wants to be like their mother. He wants to be kind and good like she is, and is, truth be told, a mama's boy. If his mother does it, it must be okay for him to do. Nora better watch her actions because of the little boy that's imitating every move she makes.

Jacob Parkington- Jacob is smart and loves technology. Whenever someone is on a computer, you'll see a small boy with glasses hovering nearby. While his twin is way above grade level with math, he's way above grade level with his reading. He soaks up information like a sponge. He's the quieter twin, but he needs to understand that Ginny won't always be there to yell at the bully that dared to pick on him.

Virginia Davies- Known as "Gran" by her seven grandchildren and "Mother" by her only daughter. Virginia is smart and independent. She loves to spoil her grandchildren, but her failing health and loss of memory can make it hard to visit them. She doesn't approve of Nora's husband, but doesn't want to ruin her daughter's happiness, so she's keep quiet on the subject of Phillip and his drinking.

Cora Scar- She's Phillip's youngest sister and his children's favorite aunt. She seems perfect in everyway, but she isn't. Cora made the bad choice of marrying the future King of Clubs. When he began to beat their two sons, Cora took her children and fled. She knows eventually her husband will come looking, but she hopes that by then she can be ready to defend herself and her sons.

Ezekiel "Zeke" Scar- He's the Prince of Clubs and he hates it. Zeke would rather spend time with his cousins than his father. Luckily, his violent father hasn't bothered them in years and all the bruises from abuse have faded. He hopes that his father will let them be so that Zeke and his brother can have a normal childhood, but he also understands that's not likely to happen.

Preston Scar- Preston's only memories of his father are being beaten by him. He's incredibly grateful that his mother got them out of that horrible situation. This small boy is perceptive and notices things others don't- like when Uncle Phillip's breath smells faintly of juice, when Ginny carefully avoids standing by her mother, when Zeke looks behind him as he walks down the street as if he's afraid someone is following him. Yes, Preston notices things, but he doesn't understand everything he sees.
Edited by thetotalsimsgeek, Aug 29 2014, 01:58 PM.
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My childhood was not a very happy one.
There were several bright spots in it- my grandmother, my twin brother, my three oldest brothers, and my cousins- but all of those bright spots eventually faded.
When I was just a wee little tot, things were alright. Da loved Mum. Mum loved Da. Gran was always visiting. Jacob was my best friend. My other five brothers adored and protected me. Aunt Cora, Preston, and Ezekiel stopped by every other day. The rest of my insane family was kept at a safe distance from my young and impressionable mind.
When I was about three, the cracks began to show in the perfect life we had. Or maybe things started to go downhill before that. I may have just been shielded from it. Perhaps I'll never know. I don't think I want to.

"Ginny, love, hand me your daddy's suit jacket, please?" Mum requested.
I nodded and dropped the teddy bear I had been playing with to dash over to the coat rack and grab my father's dark, pinstriped suit jacket. I brought it back to Mum, who sat on the couch doing the mending. She had finished fixing a hole in the knee of Greg's nicest pants.
Mum reached out her hand for it as she absent-mindedly glanced at the television. A commercial was playing for her favorite restaurant.
I handed her the suit jacket, but I let go before she had a firm grasp on it, and it fell from her slim hand. I heard a smash that sounded like glass breaking.
I curiously lifted up the edge of the jacket to peer at what had smashed, but Mum swatted my hand away.
"Go play with your teddy," she commanded gently as she nodded to the worn-out brown bear I had abandoned on the floor in favor of helping her.
"Yes, Mummy," I agreed. I happily slid back towards my toy, and I cuddled him as my attention returned to playing.
I heard the sound of feet pounding on the basement stairs. At the top of the stairs appeared Nathan and Jacob.
"Mum, are you alright?" Nathan questioned, his eyes sweeping across the room. Jacob clung to our older brother's hand.
"I'm fine, and so is Ginny," Mum promised her second oldest son as she kneeled in front of Da's suit jacket.
Nathan frowned. "We heard a crash and... Mum, why does it smell like… beer?"
Mum looked up at him guiltily. "It's nothing, Nathan. Go play with your brother," she said, but the panic in her celery green eyes told Nathan enough.
"Jacob, go play with Ginny," Nathan urged my twin.
The little boy nodded as he pushed his glasses up his nose and raced over to me. Jacob plopped down beside me, but neither of us was focused on playing. Our matching green eyes were focused on Mum and Nathan.
"Nathan, go play," Mum repeated. "Take Ginny and Jacob with you."
Nathan dashed forward and yanked the suit jacket up, snatching it out of Mum's hands. What we saw was a puddle of beer and a shattered bottle of it that had to be about a quarter full when it hit the ground.
Mum quickly pulled the suit jacket back over the mess, taking advantage of Nathan's shock.
"Nathan," she said firmly. "Take Ginny and Jacob back downstairs with you and watch a movie."
Nathan nodded numbly, but then recovered. He grabbed the hands of Jacob and me, and tugged us to our feet.
"Bring your teddy, Ginny," he told me kindly. "Jacob, please don't suck your thumb."
Three year old Jacob quickly nodded and removed his thumb from his mouth as I picked up my teddy bear that had chewed on ears. Nathan then lead us back downstairs, distracting us with a clever tale about a faery.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the distress on Mum's face. I didn't understand it then, but I would later, when the cracks in the life of the Parkington family became more clear.
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When did things first go wrong for the Parkingtons? Jacob thinks it was when Da first went out drinking with his friends, but I think it goes farther back. I think the first hint in the past to what lay in store for our family was when Mum began to hear voices in her head.
It started after Gramps died when Mum was ten. She became unstable, hearing voices in her head that told her to do awful things. Gran couldn't sleep at night due to her fear that the voices would take control of Mum, and that the voices will tell her to attack or kill Gran.
I never saw my mother's unstable side until I was five. Before Mum had been cleared by doctors, been told it was safe for her to raise us as long she took her meds everyday.
I actually didn't know that Mum heard voices until they took control. Before, when innocent child me would question why she took the medicine, she had always replied, "For you, Ginny, love. So that I can be healthy for you and your brothers and your father."
At the time, I never understood what she meant, but I had trusted that she was right. I had no idea how messed up my mother, Nora Parkington, truly was.
I also had no clue what a dark path Da was headed down. It started as just going to get a drink with friends after work. When work grew stressful, that simple drink turned into a way to cope. That way to cope became a daily dose of happiness- without it he was moody, unfocused, and rude. It worried Mum, but she was much too passive to do anything more than suggest he see someone about his "little problem" as she called it.
He always replied he would be fine, that once work wasn't so stressful he'd quit, that he'd be better. Mum would then sigh and insist that he at least hide the juice from us, his children.
Da would promise and give her a kiss and ask for money so he could ride the subway to get to work.
I watched all this one night when I was four. I had a nightmare, and went to find Mum. She would always read us a story after we had a bad dream. However, my curiousity got the better of me and I listened and watched their conversation from around the corner.
Ah, but I'm off topic, aren't I? I was telling you about the voices, right?
They took control of Mum when I was home alone with her. All of my brothers had gone to Aunt Cora's home to watch a baseball game on television and Da was out drinking.
I was in the kitchen of of our large, lovely home in Bridgeport. I had my rollerskates on and was twirling around while Mum napped in her room.
As I hummed a song I had heard on the radio when I was in Gran's car the other day, I slide across the wood floor of the kitchen. Mum would have a fit if she knew, but what she didn't know couldn't hurt her, yes?
When I heard the sound of feet on the floor, I knew I was in trouble. Mum was up earlier from her nap than I expected.
I sat on the floor, and hurriedly tugged on the laces of my roller skates in an effort to get them off and hide the evidence of my crime.
"That bastard," I heard Mum hiss from the hallway.
I glanced up, shocked. Had I heard her right? I couldn't have.
She appeared in the doorway. Her chocolate brown hair was falling out of the French braid she had pulled it back in, her yoga pants and hoodie were wrinkled and didn't match, but what scared me most were her eyes. They were wide and filled with rage.
"Ginny," she murmured. She was looking at me, but her eyes seemed unfocused.
"Mum?" I questioned. "Mum, are you alright?"
She gave me a twisted smile. "I'm fine, Ginny, love. But your father won't be."
"What?" I gasped. I was horrified and confused. I had never seen Mum this way. What was going on?
She began to pace, her eyes wild. "Death," she whispered. "Yes, you are right. He must pay for his crimes. He must suffer."
"Who are you talking to?" I begged to know.
She turned her cold eyes on me and I shivered. "They are right, Ginny. I will not play the Roman fool and fall on my own sword. Phillip might when he hears what I have in store for him." She chuckled darkly."
The darkness and cruelty in her expression made me take a step back. Still, I made myself be brave, and I stepped foward and gently took one of Mum's hands.
"Mummy, it's me, Ginny," I said softly in an effort to calm her. "Mummy, please don't hurt Da. I love you and Da, Mummy. Please don't hurt him."
For a second, her eyes seem to soften, but then a new fiery rage filled them. She yanked her hand back and glared at me.
"So you've joined his side," she snarled.
"Mum, I'm not on anyone's side-"
She cut me off by grabbing my shoulders and violently shaking me. "You don't understand!" She screamed.
"You're hurting me! Stop, Mum, please!" I cried as her nails dug into my shoulders.
"You deserve it, you ungrateful little brat! Everything I do for you, your father, your brothers... it is all pointless because you all must die," she whispered as she threw me into the fridge.
My head made a sickening crack when it hit the door of the fridge, and I winced in pain. Everything was spinning. I thought I heard the front door open.
"Ginny!" I heard Gran shout.
My eyes flicked upwards to see Mum fingering a sharp steak knife gleefully. "They are right," she cackled.
Faster than I'd ever seen my aging grandmother move, she tackled my mother and wrestled the knife from Mum as I struggled to keep my eyes open.
"Nora, look at me!" Gran commanded.
"No!" Mum shrieked. "They must die!"
Gran managed to get Mum in a headlock and held her down as she quickly dialed nine-one-one. Gran held her down, talking to Mum in a soothing voice. I remember hearing the wail of an ambulance and my mother's shrieks about her family's death before passing out from blood loss and pain.
Later, Gran would come to see me in the hospital and explain that Mum was very sick and that when she didn't take her medicine, she did things that she couldn't control.
I would hear Da sorrowfully apologize to Mum in the hallway for taking the money she used to buy her medication and spending it on juice even though he knew she needed it.
Nathan would hug and comfort me when I cried and Greg would bring me a puppy to cheer me up- a puppy that he had bought with his poker money. Stephen would sit and tell me stories while the nurse rebandaged my head, which always hurt, and Tommy and Henry would promise me that everything would be okay. Jacob would climb up onto my hospital bed with me and hold my hand just so I knew I wasn't alone when I was sleeping.
When she was safely back on her meds, Mum would come visit me with Da there since I refused to be alone in a room with my mother. She would cry and keep her distance since I wouldn't let her touch me. Mum would apologize over and over and promise me that she loved me, but even at the age of five, I had my doubts about whether my mother truly loved me. Da would drink when he thought no one was looking, and afterwards, he would watch cartoons with me and would usually fall asleep in the chair by my bed- unless he was out of juice. Then he would make an excuse, and head to the nearest bar, leaving one of my brothers to comfort me and help me sleep.
Once the doctors were certain there was no brain damage damage, they would release me from the hospital. The police would try to question me, but I would lie and told them that Mum hadn't attacked me, that someone had broken into our home, since Mum had begged me not to tell. She would promise it wouldn't happen again.
I wouldn't and couldn't sleep for weeks after that. My room was closest to Mum and Da's room, so I went and slept in Nathan and Greg's room- the room farthest away- on an air mattress. I could only fall asleep if I was so exhausted that I couldn't possibly stay awake. I was afraid of sleeping and being vulnerable, so at night Nathan and Greg took turns holding my hand and staying awake until I fell asleep.
I wouldn't go anywhere alone with Mum and didn't like sitting next to her at dinner and standing next to her in line at the grocery store.
When my panic attacks got really bad, I went and stayed at Aunt Cora's house for a few days. Cousin Preston would tell me stories about princesses and knights to get me to fall asleep, cousin Ezekiel would watch television at night with me when I couldn't sleep, and Aunt Cora was always there to hold me when I cried.
My relationship with my mother was damaged beyond repair. I would never truly trust her again, and trusting people became much harder for me. Because of an incident when I was a child, I developed trust issues that would stay with me the rest of my life.
The rest of my life. Something I wouldn't have gotten to experience if it weren't for Gran. I'm certain if Gran had not shown up when she did, the voices would've won and Mum would've killed me.
I think the problems with our family started with Mum, not Da, and is it really any surprise I think that way?
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Da lost his job three and a half months after I stopped trusting Mum and one month after Gran died. Two weeks later he bought a bar in Roaring Heights and our lovely home in Bridgeport was sold.
We didn't bring much with us to this new city. Most of our stuff had been taken away by the repo man since Mum was too tired from the new medication the doctors had her on and Dad was too drunk for either of them to start paying the bills again. We were always without power or water or phone service.
The day we moved to Roaring Heights was a dark, cloudy day. I followed my family towards the train station, pausing to excitedly kick at the puddles created by the rain from the previous night. My hand-me-down blue rain boots were completely wet by the time we reached the train station, my black tights had a hole in one knee from tripping and falling on the sidewalk, and the small black suitcase I rolled behind me was covered in wet splotches.
"Ginny, love, come here and get your ticket," Mum instructed, holding out my ticket.
I chewed my nervously. I still didn't like getting near Mum after all this time.
"Ginny, just get the ticket," Stephen snapped irritably. He hadn't slept well because of the pouring rain drumming on the roof last night, and his bad mood made him grumpy and snappish.
Nathan took pity on me, and ignoring the hurt on Mum's face, snatched the ticket of her hand and handed it to me with a kind smile.
I smiled gratefully at my ten year old brother in return. "Thank you, Nathan," I told him.
"Don't mention it, Ginny," he replied, lifting me up and spinning me around. I laughed delightedly, much to Da's annoyance. He had a headache and any high pitched noise made it worse. What I didn't realize at the time was that his headache was due to hangover.
Mum watched the exchange between Nathan and me, a mixture of sadness and jealousy clear on her face. She smiled weakly at me, and I looked away. I was five, almost six, and I didn't adore my mother like most girl's my age did- I was afraid of her.
"I need to pee," Tommy whined.
"Why didn't you go at the hotel?" Greg huffed.
"Quiet, both of you," Da snapped.
"Phillip, be patient," Mum sighed.
"Tell your children to be silent for the rest of the trip then," Da said grumpily.
Mum eyed him. "My children? They're our children, Phillip "
"Really? Then why does our daughter cringe when you touch her? I think they should all be my children. They aren't afraid of me."
"Phillip, please," Mum pleaded.
I grabbed Jacob's hand since mine had started to tremble slightly and I wanted to assurance that my brothers were still there with me. I hated it when Mum and Da fought, especially when we were in public.
"How about Mum takes Ginny to the bathroom and Greg takes all the boys?" Stephen suggested quietly.
I shook my head. "No, no, I'm fine!" I shrieked.
Greg crouched in front of me. "Ginny, it's okay," he promised softly. "If you go with Mum, I'll teach you how to play a new card game on the train."
I bit my lip. Jacob gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "Fine," I sighed reluctantly.
Mum stretched out her hand to me with a warm smile, but I didn't take it. I suppose I loved Mum- she was my mother after all- but I didn't trust her and I was afraid of her. I ignored her oustretched hand and headed into the bathroom while Greg escorted my brothers.
I didn't look back to see the wounded look I knew would be on my mother's face.

I walked out of the bathroom, looking around nervously. Where was Mum? She wasn't waiting in the bathroom for me. Rolling my suitcase behind me, I looked around the terminal. I couldn't see Da. I couldn't see Mum. I couldn't see the boys.
I went out to where we were supposed to meet our train, still tightly clutching my ticket. The boys must still be in the bathroom and maybe Mum and Da had gone to buy us all snacks.
Maybe they would buy us chocolates! I loved chocolates! I rarely got them, but I loved them dearly. I sat on a bench on the train platform and waited.
I waited through the the rain that soaked and chilled me to the bone. I waited through the lightening that scared me to death. I waited through train after train because I was certain that my family would be here any minute. They had to come back.
But they didn't come.


On The Train To Roaring Heights...

"You forgot Ginny!" Greg roared. He had a quick and violent temper and his mother's careless behavior had set it off.
Phillip eyed his son coldly. "Sit down and shut up," he slurred before gulping down more of his cheap drink.
"Ginny's all by herself!" Greg bellowed. "You go find her and do something other than drink for once, you lazy retard!"
"Please be quiet," Nora begged quietly.
Nathan turned to glare at him mother. "Greg's right," he said coldly. "Your feelings were so hurt that Ginny was afraid of you that you left her on a train platform in a city full of criminals! And you wonder why she doesn't want to go anywhere with you!"
"Don't yell at Mummy!" Henry shouted in his mother's defense. "She's done nothing wrong!"
"She just left little Ginny to fend for herself. Yeah, nothing's wrong," Stephen scoffed.
Jacob pressed his nose against the window, hoping he would see Ginny, but knowing it was foolish. He was glad his loud family had a car to themselves. They probably would've been thrown off for disruptive behavior by now otherwise.
Tommy declared, "I want a drink like Da has!"
"No, you don't," Nora responded with a pointed look at her husband.
"Yes, I do!" Tommy screeched.
"Don't argue with Mummy," Henry ordered his twin brother.
"Shut it, all of you!" Greg yelled. He and Nathan were standing and glaring at their parents. "You left Ginny! That's all that matters! Not even the fact that you two are some of the most pathetic parents I've ever seen matters right now!"
"All that matters is Ginny," Stephen agreed calmly. Jacob looked like he was going to cry, so Stephen pulled his little brother onto his lap and hugged him.
Phillip rose to his feet. He towered over the tall Nathan and the shorter-than-average Greg. "Pathetic parents?" He hissed.
Greg wasn't afraid. "Yes. You're a loud, violent alcohol addict and she's a sensitive, insane wuss."
Phillip threw his son into wall of the train car, ignoring the gasps from Nora and Jacob and the shouts of anger from Nathan and Stephen. Nathan rushed at his father, his fists flying, but it was pointless. Phillip slammed his knuckles into Nathan's face. The boy hit the ground with a groan of pain.
Silence settled over the car as Phillip collapsed into his seat and drained the rest of the beer from his bottle.
Stephen helped Nathan and Greg up, and the three of them plus Jacob moved to the back of the car, away from their parents and their siblings who were just like Nora and Phillip.


That Night In The Bridgeport Train Station...

They eventually came back. Stephen, Jacob, Greg, and Nathan rushed forward and wrapped me in a hug. Mum wouldn't look me in the eye or speak to me, but that was fine since I had nothing to say to her. Henry held her hand, and kept glancing at her sad face worriedly. Da was drunk as usual, and had given Tommy a bottle of cheap alcohol. Da slurred curse words and complaints and Tommy nodded his head in agreement.
I didn't care, though. I had four people who cared about me. I wasn't going to place my trust in people who would let me down in the end. I had Jacob, Stephen, Nathan, and Greg and they were all I needed.
Looking back, I realize that I should've been careful with placing my trust in them too, but at the time, they had come back and that was all that mattered.
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"Da?" I questioned softly as I pushed open the door to his and Mum's room.

When she was just a girl

"What?" He snapped. A half empty bottle of whiskey was in each of his hands.
"Have you seen Jack?" I asked hopefully. Jack was the black puppy Greg had given. Jack's full name was Blackjack (had had been named by Greg) but I always referred to my sweet little dog as Jack. I beamed excitedly at him, thinking my father would agree and join me on the adventure of hunting for my puppy.

She expected the world

"No." Da scowled and downed more whiskey.
"Why?" I inquired innocently. At the age of six, I was still blind to most of my father's drinking problem and I had yet to realize how violent the juice caused him to be.
"Because I said so!" He roared, leaping to his feet and throwing me to the floor. He kicked me repeatedly as I shielded my face and begged him to stop. His foot smashed into my nose, my stomach, my chest, my mouth, my legs... I was in pain, but I didn't dare cry. I knew crying made you an easier target.

But it flew away from her reach

After several more moments, Da appeared to forget that he had been beating me. He dropped face first on his bed. I cautiously got to my feet. Blood dripped from my nose and I ached all over. I scurried out of the room, and once I was safely in the hallway, I broke into a run.
I threw open the door to the room I shared with Jacob. I flung myself onto my bed and buried my face in the pillow and only then did I let the tears leak out. I hugged my worn teddy bear tightly.
Stephen had warned me of my father's temper, but I hadn't believed him. I had thought everything was fine, that my father would never hurt any of us.
But he did, he most likely had, and he most likely would. I rolled over on my back, still holding my teddy bear to me tightly. I now had a healthy dose of fear because of my parents.
Did other children's parents try to kill them or beat them for asking for help? Did other children have to put duct tape over the windows of their bedroom so that the creeps of the neighborhood couldn't see in? Were other children kept awake at night by the sound of wild laughter and terrible pickup lines that floated up from their father's bar through the thin, wood floor of their apartment?
I longed to be back in our nice home in the suburbs of Bridgeport. I wished desperately that Gran was still alive and that Aunt Cora, Preston, and Zeke hasn't disappeared.
And I hoped. I hoped that someday I would find someone who would love me forever. Life had dealt me a s***ty hand, but I hoped that I could find someone who could deal me a new, better hand.

So she ran away in her sleep
Dreamed of para-para-paradise


I had always been told faery tales as a toddler by my cousin Preston and my brother Nathan, and I hoped that my life would be like that, that I would find true love that would last forever. Not something that would last while it was fresh and new. I wanted something real. I wanted something that would last until long after I was old and grey. I wanted love that would last forever.

Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise


A knock at the door shook me from me fantasy. I sat up and wiped the tears and bood off my face as I called, "Come in."

Life goes on

Da poked his head into the room. "I found something, Ginny," he slurred.
I glanced up, a mixture of fear, anger, and curiousity covering my face. "What, Da?"
He threw the door open and stormed in. He had found Jack, and held the small puppy up by his neck.

It gets so heavy

"Da, don't, you're hurting him!" I cried when I saw my puppy struggling to get away and to breath. I raced forward to collect the puppy from him, but Da grinned cruelly and knocked my back with his free hand.
I hit the wall and let out a groan of pain. Da laughed, "I know I'm hurting him, brat. But let's put him out of his misery, yeah?"
I shook my head, my eyes wide with fear. "No, Da, don't!"
He kicked me in the face. "I'll do whatever I want," he growled coldly.

The wheel breaks the butterfly

He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me outside behind him. I saw Tommy and Henry watching. They had blood on them so I assumed Da had beat them too.
When we stepped out the dirty street, Da tossed Jack into my arms. He whimpered and then showered me with wet puppy kisses. I giggled delightedly, unaware that Da was watching and Da was mad.
"Come on, you worthless waste of oxygen," Da snarled, grabbing me by my arm and yanking me the down the street. When I stumbled and fell, I didn't get a chance to stand. Instead, my father continued to drag me down the street.
"Which one of us is the waste?" I muttered as Da dragged up towards the docks, but my father didn't hear me over the sound of a bar fight.
When we reached the docks, Da made me stand on the very edge. I wobbled and nearly fell in, but managed to find my balance.
Jack was jerked from my tight grasp, and the puppy let out a howl of pain. Da glared at him, and spat, "What awful creatures both of you are."
Then he shoved Jack underwater to drown him.

Every tear, a waterfall

"NO!" I screamed to my father's amusement. I kicked and hit Da, but it was pointless. Tears streamed down my face as my puppy died before my eyes.
When he was certain Jack was dead, Da pulled him out of the water and hurled him at me. I caught my puppy's lifeless body and studied it. I gently rubbed his belly, just like Jack had always liked as I cried softly.
"Oh, get over it, you little b****," Da snapped and then pushed me into the water.
I resurfaced to see his retreating back. I glared at him as I grabbed the edge of the dock with one hand and heaved myself up just as buckets of rain began to dump on me.
I sat on the edge of the docks and gently closed my eyes as the warm tears slid down my cold face. My puppy. Da had killed my puppy.

In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night


I sobbed and then hiccuped as I returned to my former fantasy of being a princess with a Prince Charming and a puppy named Blackjack where I would be safe and I would be happy.

Away she'd fly
She dreamed of para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise
Para-para-paradise


I opened my eyes and studied the lightning that streaked across the sky. It was no longer just a fantasy. I was going to make that happen. I was going to find Prince Charming and he would sweep me off my feet and take me away from my insane parents and our falling apart apartment and Da's noisy and filthy bar.

So lying underneath those stormy skies
She said oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I know the sun must set to rise
Para-para-paradise



-"Paradise" by Coldplay
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Nora studied herself in the filthy mirror that was covered in a fine layer of dust and flecked with dirt. The room was freezing. No one had paid the heating bill, so the whole s***ty apartment was cold.

When the days are cold

Shs wrapped her arms around her and studied the bag of herbs that rested half-empty on the edge of the sink. That was a new low for even her.
Nora wiped the dirt of the mirror with the blood stained long sleeve of her pajama shirt. She studied her pale face in the mirror.
She could still faintly see the beauty she had once had. She had ruined it with herbs and not eating, though.
The power flickered off for a second and Nora cursed in her mind. They were currently paying the bills with whatever money Greg won playing poker. He was usually quite good at it, but it was a game of luck, and he had recently been on a losing streak...

And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold


Nora could hearing sobbing and someone speaking comforting words quietly. Ginny must've had another nightmare, and Nathan must've gotten up to comfort her.
She bit her lip when she thought of Ginny's nightmares- the nightmares Nora had caused.

When your dreams all fail

She used to dream of being the perfect example for her little girl. When she had found out it wasn't just another boy inside of her, she was thrilled. Nora had loved all her boys, but she desperately wanted that special mother-daughter bond.
But she'd ruined it. Now Ginny cringed when she got to close.
But it didn't matter anymore. All Nora wanted was an escape from the h3ll that was her life.

And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all


That was her new dream. She wanted to escape, she wanted to end it all... she wanted death.
Then what's stopping you? The voices hissed.
Nora wrapped her arms around her stomach protectively. "I'm pregnant," she breathed. "With a girl."
The child will simply grow up to hate you, the voices snapped.
"But... but it's not my life," she whimpered. "It's one thing to take my own... it's another to take someone else's..."
By letting the child be born, you are condeming her to a life of grief and pain. It is better to save her from all the suffering, the voices insisted.
She shifted nervously. The voices were right, but she still wasn't convinced...
Make another cut, the voices instructed. See if it helps the pain you feel inside.
Nora made a few more cuts on her wrist with the razor, but she didn't feel the usual rush of relief.

And the blood's run stale

She sighed and dropped the razor in the sink. She rolled her sleeves back down slowly as she nervously chewed her lip. They were right. The voices were right.
She wanted to be stronger than that, but she wasn't.
Write the note, the voices hissed.
"No!" Nora shrieked. She shook her head. She didn't want her family to know how weak she was.

I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you


Do it! The voices screamed.
Nora sighed. She would do as they said. She always did.

But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide


She slipped into the hallway, using the dim light that spilled out of the bathroom to find a scrap of paper and a pencil. She hurried back into the bathroom. Nora quickly closed and locked the door behind her and began to write:

To whoever finds this note:
My name is Nora Parkington and I am tired of life. I have struggled with this decision, but I have finally made my choice. I am doing all my children a favor- and my children include the unborn daughter inside of me.
The police will find herbs inside the house. I admit that they are mine. I also admit the blood stained razor is mine. Do not blame my family for those things, as I have purchased and used them and not any of my children or my husband.
This is my decision and mine alone. The only ones that helped me make this choice are the voices in my heads. Yes, that's right, I hear voices.
My name is Nora Parkington. I will be remembered as cowardly by my children, but I don't care. I am tired of this h3ll.
I give up.


She left the note next to the razor and one of her many bags of herbs. She studied herself in the mirror again, this time focusing on her tired and sad eyes.

Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide


She reached out a hand to touch the mirror, but stopped before she could touch her reflection. She couldn't do it, for some reason. She was afraid to touch it, to claim that tormented face as her own.

Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide


She flipped off the light in the bathroom and stepped into the hallway. As silent as a ghost, she walked towards the door.
She paused to look into her bedroom, where Phillip lay passed out with a bottle of cheap beer in one hand.
No, she wouldn't miss him, Nora decided and she gently touched the bruise he had given her that had recently blossomed on her left cheek.
She continued down the hall and poked her head into Greg, Nathan, and Stephen's room. Stephen had fallen asleep sitting up in bed with his lamp still on, his glasses perched on the end of his nose, and a book in his hands. Nathan was stretched out across his bed, tossing and turning as he mumbled about winning. Greg was curled up in a tight ball with all the sheets pulled tightly around him.
Nora smiled gently before continuing on to the room her youngest four children slept in.
Tommy and Henry both snored softly. Tommy hugged his pillow and Henry drooled all over his bed. Nora chuckled silently at that. Jacob was asleep as well, and was half on, half off the bed. His arms and legs dangled over the edge. Eight-year-old Ginny slept just like her twin and other brothers- quietly and deeply. Ginny had her arms wrapped around her protectively, as if to protect her from nightmares.
Nora nervously chewed her lip. She loved them all so much. "I don't want to leave them," she whispered.

Don't wanna let you down

The docks, the voice reminded coldly. You will be free once the water closes over your head and your last breath leaves you.
Nora sighed, and then nodded. The voices were right. It was better this way. She was doing her family a favor. She was nothing but another fear to her children. She wanted to protect them from the horrors of the world, but she was too weak, too insane, too trapped in the darkness to do that.

But I am h3ll bound

She blew them all a kiss. "Good night, my loves," she murmured for the last time. Now she would be free and she would protect her children from their mother and the awful person she truly was. She would save her wonderful, beautiful children from the horrors that floated through Nora's mind.

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light


She glanced at her daughter, who had nearly lost her life to Nora's insanity, and then the thin woman nodded, making up her mind.

I can't escape this now

Nora walked out of the apartment, down through the bar, and out into the street. The cold air greeted her like a slap, but she continued on.
At the water's edge, she stopped and studied her reflection one final time. She was no longer beautiful. Not eating, devouring herbs, and barely any sleep had taken it's toll on her. She was too pale, too skinny, and she had dark circles under her eyes that refused to fade.
Ginny would grow up to be just as beautiful as Nora had been before she did this to herself. Once Nora had been beautiful, dazzling, and pursued by many men.
But now she was alone.

Look into my eyes

She was worthless. She stared at her green eyes as they welled up with tears- the last tears she would ever cry.
Nora jumped into the frigid water, and as it closed over her head, she closed her eyes for the last time.

It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide



-"Demons" by Imagine Dragons
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They found the body of Nora Parkington three days after she killed herself. The police found all the herbs and all the bloodstained razors two days after that.
But let's talk about Henry finding the note first. He found it the morning after Mum killed herself.
I heard sobbing from the bathroom early in the morning, when light had barely begun to stream through the windows, the bar was silent, and all my brothers but one were asleep.
"Henry," I murmured, throwing the sheets off me and rocketing out of bed. Henry was always up the earliest. Why would he be crying? Once in the hallway, I tilted my head to the side, listening.
The bathroom. That's where the crying came from. I raced there and found Henry kneeling on the floor, his head in his hands, sobbing. A note lay in front of him and a razor covered in dried blood had been flung against the room.
"Henry," I murmured, kneeling beside him. "What's wrong?"
"She's dead," he cried. "Mum's dead!"
My face paled with horror. "She… she can't be…"
"She is!" He yelled, turning his angry green eyes on me. "Stop acting like you care, Ginny! You didn't love her!"
I stared at him. "I-I did, Henry. She was my mum. Of course I loved her."
"Then why is it your fault she's dead?!" He screamed, and then ran out the door. I heard the front door slam and Nathan calling for Henry to come back.
I silently picked up the note. I read it, read it again, and the flipped it over to the back. Written in blood was:
I'm sorry, Ginny. Now you'll be free from your fear.
I dropped the note as quickly as if it had burned me. I slide away, trying to wrap my mind around it.
I had caused my mother's dead. She died because of me.
When Stephen found me, I had my head in my hands and my shoulders were shaking. I was silently crying and hating myself for what I'd done.
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I stared at the TV, horror and anger clear on my face. The chilly September air invaded through the thin windows that didn't protect us from the elements at all, and so I had originally wrapped myself up in a thin blanket and curled into a ball on the couch, but when the news came on, the blanket slid from my shoulders and in my fury, I didn't notice. When I saw the picture they had of Nathan, my attention was completely focused on the television.

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last


"The body of Nathan Parkington was found on the field of Roaring Heights High School's football stadium, along with a suicide note. It's early in the investigation, but it already looks like suicide. Scars were found on the wrists of the body, alcohol and drugs were found in his system, and the note mentioned voices he heard in his head. The police believe he jumped from the top of the stadium and the impact broke his neck, killing him.
The note was written in the same style as Nora Parkington's suicide note. Nora is Nathan's late mother. She committed suicide by jumping into the docks of Roaring Heights. She was unstable mentally and emotionally and the doctors believe that the voices she said she heard in her head could carry onto her children…"
That was where I tuned out. I could inherit my mother's insanity? I could lose it one day like she had and endanger everyone I care about?
The rain pounding on the roof matched my mood: sad, dark, and cold. I could be insane, just like Mum. No wonder people looked scared when they learned my last name was Parkington- I could forget to take my meds one day and become a murderer thanks to the voices I might hear.

Here comes the rain again
Falling from the sky
Drenched in my pain again


"Hey, Ginny," Tommy sneered, flopping back on the couch next to me. "Want some medicine for your pain?"
I looked at him blankly. "What medicine?" I asked cautiously.
He held out a glass bottle. I had a sneaking suspicion about what it was, but Tommy would never do something that could potentially harm me, right? He was my big brother. He would protect me from the bad things of the world. So I took the bottle from him, and opened. It cautiously took a sip, and then wrinkled my nose in disgust.
"It tastes terrible," I informed Tommy.
"All medicine tastes terrible at first. Eventually you get used to it, or sometimes, you develop a liking for it," he snapped as he opened his bottle. "You're thirteen, Ginny. Trust me. This'll help."
I trusted him- a mistake. I drank the rest of the bottle, and then I drank the second one he gave me.
"If you drink a bottle every day, you'll feel better," Tommy promised with a cruel smile. "I promise."
I nodded. "I'll do that," I agree.

Becoming who we are

"A bottle a day keeps the fears away," Tommy chuckled, and then downed the rest of the bottle. He grabbed a couple fresh bottles from the fridge and tossed another one to me.
I caught it with a grin. I felt a bit lightheaded. I could remember why I had been sad before, but it was like the fear and pain I had felt… melted away.

As my memory rests
But never forgets what it lost


"A toast," Tommy suggested, holding up his open bottle.
"A toast," I agreed as I opened mine. "To what?"
"A toast to forgetting the cruelty of the world," he decided.
"And a toast to waking up tomorrow, and having September be over," I added. We clinked our glasses and then took a large drink.

Wake me up when September ends

The doorbell rang and Tommy stood and answered it. A girl in tiny shorts and a crop top stood there, her hand on her hip. "Tommy," she giggled, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Hey, babe," he laughed. A dark-haired guy behind the tall blonde handed Tommy a pack of what looked like cigarettes, and my older brother pocketed them with a nod.
"Ginny, give me ten bucks," Tommy commanded. I nodded obediently and raced to my room, wobbling from the drinks. I grabbed some of my own money and gave it to him. He smirked, ruffled my hair, and then said, "Drink until you can't remember Nathan killed himself. Drink and then drink some more. It'll help."
"He was murdered," I slurred.
"Yeah, right," Tommy snorted and his friends laughed.
"I was there!" I exploded, gesturing angrily.
The girl rolled her eyes and the guy threw me to the ground as Tommy smirked. "Just drink some more," the girl laughed wickedly as she pulled Tommy out the door. I saw her press her lips to his as the other guy closed the door.
I noticed the blood on the floor and sighed. It was most likely leaking from my head, but the drink had numbed my senses. There was a bottle of alcohol next to me. I downed it, and when my eyes landed on the blood again, I giggled and smashed the empty glass bottle against the ground.

The innocent can never last

Then I passed out and didn't wake up until October.

Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends
Wake me up when September ends



-"Wake Me Up When September Ends" by Green Day
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I sighed as I leaned back against the damp wood. I was sitting under my father's bar, trying to do my homework. I couldn't be in my room. The noises Tommy and his girlfriend made were too loud, and I didn't want to think about why they were making those noises at all. I couldn't be outside- there was a gang fight going on.

And so that left Da's bar, hiding under the bar to avoid seeing the barely-clothed sluts and getting hit by shattered glass.

I stared at the geometry problem. It shouldn't be this hard. I was excellent at math, already taking a high school geometry course in eighth grade when most of my peers were just starting algebra. I understood exponents, variables, proofs, and everything else mathematical at a much higher level than what was expected of a thirteen, almost fourteen year old girl.

To be honest, I knew what was distracting me. There was the stash of beer to my left that screamed that I should have a sip and forget about today's daily torture from the Queen Bee and her jock boyfriend.

It was so tempting…

And I really wasn't that strong. I grabbed one bottle, opened it, and took a sip, cursing when a bit splashed onto my homework. I set the bottle down and scrubbed at my homework with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. If my teachers saw the stain of beer on my homework… then they had no excuse to ignore it. They would have to say something. They could ignore when I came to school with bruises or a hangover and accept my cover story, but if they found a beer stain on my homework for the tenth time this school year, they would tell someone, and then counselor would hear and I did not need to talk about my problems.

I sighed as I realized the stain wasn't coming out. I tore the homework in half. I wasn't going to be turned that in. Guess my grades would be slipping even lower.

I drank more beer, cautiously standing and heading towards my room. I couldn't drink down here in case the police decided to have a look in here after stopping the gang fight. I climbed up the stairs silently, and pushing open the door even more quietly. I cringed at the sound of the noises coming from Tommy's room. Groans and moans… I cringed again before I noticed Henry sitting on the couch, staring at the blood leaking out of his wrist. A razor was next to him, and there was a twisted expression in his eyes.

I scowled at him, and snatched the razor up with my free hand. "You shouldn't do that," I snapped.

Henry stared at me as if I was the crazy one. "Why not?"

"It's unhealthy!"

"Mum could do it. Why can't I?" He yanked the razor out of my hand and made several more fresh cuts.

I felt sick watching him, so I pressed the glass bottle to my lips as I made my way towards the bedroom. The taste of the beer washing down my throat no longer bothered me. In fact, I enjoyed it, just like Tommy had promised I would.

I unlocked my door, and slipped inside. I prepared to close my door when a foot blocked the door from shutting. I looked up to see my father grinning cruelly.

"Come with me," he commanded.

"I'm busy," I grumbled. My defiance earned me a shove, hard enough to knock me back from the door. Da stumbled into my room, obviously drunk, and he tossed me onto my bed.

"Stay." He smirked at me before disappearing. I quickly slid off the bed and scrambled to get the window open, but it wouldn't budge. I froze as I heard the sound of three pairs of feet returning to my room. I was shoved against the wall, and my jeans were torn off me against my will. My father laughed as a smelly man ran his hands over me while another kissed me, preventing me from screaming.

Someone tore off my shirt, someone threw me onto my bed, and I screamed, but no one came to save me. I was going to be raped by my own father and his awful friends and there was nothing I could do about it. They were stronger and bigger than me.

I screamed again, hiding my face in the pillow and hoping someone could stop it and keep me pure.

It must have been a lucky day for me. As I felt my underwear being yanked off, a cold voice from the door snapped, "Get your hands off her." It was Henry.

I hear a sound of bones breaking as I hurriedly pulled my shirt back on to hide myself. I glanced up to see Da, pressing Henry against the wall as the other two men took turns smashing their fists into my brother's face and breaking various bones.

I launched myself at them, pounding on their backs with my fists and slamming my bare feet into their backs. That caught their attention and the window was yanked open and I was dangled out of it, screaming and clinging desperately to the windowsill. Da began to loosen my grip by jerking my fingers away from the windowsill.

"Good bye, Nora." He smirked as the smell of juice wafted out of his mouth and up my nose.

"My name is Ginny!" I shouted, my face red from anger. And then I lost my grip and fell.

I hit the ground hard and heard a sickening crack. Spots danced in my vision sound faded in and out. I dragged myself to my feet, only to stumble into Tommy's girlfriend- or slut.

She eyed me curiously and then grinned cruelly. "Aren't you just lovely?" She purred as I yanked the hem of my t-shirt down to around my knees, trying to hide myself. The tall blonde kissed me, and touched me in places she shouldn't have before smirking and murmuring, "Don't tell Tommy." Then she laughed as she left slammed me into the wall and left me to fall into broken glass and pass out in the middle of the street.
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