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She hated feeling like a doll. A mindless, sculpted mannequin that everyone manipulates and orders around. In the Psych Hospital, that is what she was. She was a piece of flesh that seemingly was crazy and had to be medicated beyond the point of enjoyment. Trauma, they said, often led to that state of mind. They said that what she was going through was normal, and than after a sufficient amount of prozac and therapy, Effy Stonem will once more be normal.
As if she were even normal to begin with.
Effy lived most of her life in silence, literally. She never spoke a single word to anyone or anything. She was the quiet one, and if she spoke it was to her older brother, Tony. Even those conversations were rare. People would ask,‘Why doesn’t she speak?’, and the answer would be a simple shrug and a glance. But after Tony was in a terrible accident and lost so much of his mind, Effy had to speak. She had to stand up for him because she knew in his head, he was screaming and no one heard it. No one but her. It killed her and ate away at her sanity.
She then went to school, had too much sex, drugs, and alcohol, fell in love with Freddie, and probably her friend Cook too. Her mind was constantly on some sort of drug to make her feel something-- anything. She needed a drive and no matter what, weed, X, shrooms... that was her answer. It was dangerous. It destroyed her body. And then, when Effy’s mind was so far gone, she had a psychotic break and was institutionalized. After she was released, Freddie was dead. Murdered. Her family was non-existent and Tony was struggling on his own. Effy cried constantly, the slashes in her wrist became deeper and everyone once again grew terribly afraid that her mind slipped into the darkness she knew too well. Therefore, her Aunt and Uncle made the heroic choice to take her away from the UK and transfer her to the shitty Westfield High in a newly bought mansion.
Effy, with her mysterious aquamarine eyes, stared up at the large estate. They were judging, sweeping over the ancient architecture and stone. Her jaw tightened slightly- this was it. A new place for her to fuck up in. Literally. Her family thought the change from her home would be good, just so that things wouldn’t trigger her depression. But the depression never left. It was there, always. Circling. The silence was there, always. Effy inhaled deeply, holding her old messenger bag tight to herself as she stepped inside.
The house was beautiful. It was old and rustic with this creepy, haunted house charm. She was told there were murders in the house, which was pretty cool. Effy liked that black-nature. It appealed to her. Taking in her surroundings, she ascended the stairwell and up to her room, already made for her. Her Aunt and Uncle had been here for 2 days now, and her Uncle had already put her two suitcases in the room from the taxi she in came from. Effy took the bag off her shoulder, examining the emerald comforter with black swirls. The room itself had brown wood furnitures and some storage carts for her belongings, already unpacked.
Effy sighed slightly, throwing her back off her shoulder and onto the bed, letting the contents in the back rustle. Instantly, she reached inside to grab out a pack of her favorite cigarette and her lighter. How disrespectful would she be if she just lit it and smoked inside. She considered it, but then she’d get the hand from her family. It was then that Effy was found outside, sitting in the patch of grass, reclined backwards with her legs outstretched before her. The white cigarette was gently pressed between her lips, before she puffed out a breath of smoke.
As if she were even normal to begin with.
Effy lived most of her life in silence, literally. She never spoke a single word to anyone or anything. She was the quiet one, and if she spoke it was to her older brother, Tony. Even those conversations were rare. People would ask,‘Why doesn’t she speak?’, and the answer would be a simple shrug and a glance. But after Tony was in a terrible accident and lost so much of his mind, Effy had to speak. She had to stand up for him because she knew in his head, he was screaming and no one heard it. No one but her. It killed her and ate away at her sanity.
She then went to school, had too much sex, drugs, and alcohol, fell in love with Freddie, and probably her friend Cook too. Her mind was constantly on some sort of drug to make her feel something-- anything. She needed a drive and no matter what, weed, X, shrooms... that was her answer. It was dangerous. It destroyed her body. And then, when Effy’s mind was so far gone, she had a psychotic break and was institutionalized. After she was released, Freddie was dead. Murdered. Her family was non-existent and Tony was struggling on his own. Effy cried constantly, the slashes in her wrist became deeper and everyone once again grew terribly afraid that her mind slipped into the darkness she knew too well. Therefore, her Aunt and Uncle made the heroic choice to take her away from the UK and transfer her to the shitty Westfield High in a newly bought mansion.
Effy, with her mysterious aquamarine eyes, stared up at the large estate. They were judging, sweeping over the ancient architecture and stone. Her jaw tightened slightly- this was it. A new place for her to fuck up in. Literally. Her family thought the change from her home would be good, just so that things wouldn’t trigger her depression. But the depression never left. It was there, always. Circling. The silence was there, always. Effy inhaled deeply, holding her old messenger bag tight to herself as she stepped inside.
The house was beautiful. It was old and rustic with this creepy, haunted house charm. She was told there were murders in the house, which was pretty cool. Effy liked that black-nature. It appealed to her. Taking in her surroundings, she ascended the stairwell and up to her room, already made for her. Her Aunt and Uncle had been here for 2 days now, and her Uncle had already put her two suitcases in the room from the taxi she in came from. Effy took the bag off her shoulder, examining the emerald comforter with black swirls. The room itself had brown wood furnitures and some storage carts for her belongings, already unpacked.
Effy sighed slightly, throwing her back off her shoulder and onto the bed, letting the contents in the back rustle. Instantly, she reached inside to grab out a pack of her favorite cigarette and her lighter. How disrespectful would she be if she just lit it and smoked inside. She considered it, but then she’d get the hand from her family. It was then that Effy was found outside, sitting in the patch of grass, reclined backwards with her legs outstretched before her. The white cigarette was gently pressed between her lips, before she puffed out a breath of smoke.
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