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One Good Piece
I would like a rather serious RP, with detail based around two different Characters with different lives, and different issues. This is a FAIR WARNING! There will be many triggering topics in this RP such as Abuse, Self Harm, Drug Addiction, Murder, And more. This RP will not be for the faint of heart.
[The story so far]
At a young age, Katrina was pretty much already endangered, she just hadn't realized it yet, sheltered away in her room under her older Siblings protection, her Sister teaching her in home schooling, and her Brother keeping away the parents when they were in a fray. Katrina was deaf to the yelling and the screaming, and the truth was hidden from her for so long, she was only seven years old in a dysfunctional home, and protected by a whim.
A few years later, Katrina celebrated her tenth birthday, and the parents were out. The Father was gone doing whatever he did when he wasn't home and the Mother was off at work, bringing in the money. Katrina's sister, who's name was Sarah, had baked her a small cake, and her Brother who's name was Rayne, had gotten her a torn up book he found in the trash, he couldn't figure out how to read it, but figured Katrina might...
The book was backwards, read like a reversed comic book with very different illustrations, and this became Katrina's interest... Manga. Fast forward a few days, about six and Katrina was left wide open to be attacked by her parents with Rayne out with friends, and Sarah doing an entry exam for college... Her Father had gotten drunk and waltz his way up to Katrina's room, grinning and looking her over as he began to approach her.
"What're ya doin' girl?" He asked Katrina, the smell of alcohol in his breath as he stumbled about, his speech being slurred as she looked to him scared, only to hear the door open and Rayne to rush up and pull him out of the room before any harm was done... Katrina had been kept safe. Rayne walked over an looked her over. "Hey, you aren't hurt are you? Nothing happened?" He asked, and Katrina looked at him, opening her mouth to speak which, she hadn't done in a long time. "N-No... I... Fine..." She told him as Rayne nodded.
Katrina was later taken into a hospital to get a medical check-up and some scans to make sure everything was right with her, at the age of fourteen. No diseases were detected, and she wasn't sick, but they found out that she wasn't right in the head, and had a few screws loose. Katrina was diagnosed with the possibilities of Delusional Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and Panic Disorder, and she was set on the Schizophrenic watch spectrum... but one thing she was definitely diagnosed with was this... Chronic Dysthymia, in which Katrina would get heavily depressed at moments, and lose her will to do things...
Living with what she had been diagnosed with Katrina grew up to the age of sixteen, and then it all went downhill... Her life came crashing down. Leaving her room she went down the stairs and saw her Mother and Father fighting... Screaming, arguing, shoving... Rayne came to stop it only to see Katrina as he looked at her and tried to get her back to her room. "Katrina, come on get back to your room" He told her, and Katrina looked to him with her wide, red hues, her pupils dilated in fear as she teared up.
As Rayne was about to speak again, Katrina mother screamed, and a loud sound of flesh striking flesh bluntly was heard before it, and Katrina looked over to see that her Father had struck her Mother, and she ran for the washroom, and locked herself inside, crying and frightened as Rayne went to stop this fight. While inside the washroom Katrina found her head pounding and looked in the medicine cabinet... There was no medication for headaches or migraines, but she saw her Sister's Medication for muscle pain, her prescription as Katrina grabbed it and opened it, making the worse mistake of her life...
Katrina took too many of her sisters' pills, of which she wasn't even supposed to have, and the pain was gone, but she... didn't feel well, Katrina felt dizzy, and sick, and she flipped open the toilet and vomited into it until she felt better. Katrina had no idea what was happening anymore... She was lost... It was then that her Panic Disorder became a real diagnosis as her sister banged on the door. "Katrina?! Are you alright?!" She asked, and Katrina looked over and backed herself to the wall, starting to feel her chest hurt and the headache got worse. "Katrina?! Please speak to me!" Her sister called, and Katrina hurt so badly, and her breath was leaving her. She turned to the pills again and took more of them, starting to depend on them to relieve her pain as she coughed and felt her vision get hazy. Sarah finally unlocked the door and got inside, seeing her sister, and the spilled pills and she picked Katrina up and took the pills away. "KATRINA!!" She knew Katrina had taken way too many, but she was conscious, and breathing... She was alive...
Now sixteen years old, Katrina had felt so scared... Rayne was on the floor in front of her room, and Sarah was currently being beaten. As the screaming stopped, and turned to crying, her Father made steps towards Katrina's room, and when he got in, Katrina teared up, cuts all across her wrists with a razor on the floor, covered in blood... She resorted to cutting and drugs to make herself feel better... But nothing would stop this from feeling like hell. He took Katrina by the throat and pinned her to the wall, laughing as he was more then just drunk.
What followed were hours of pure torture, getting his pants and putting them on as he left Katrina on her bed, with a terrified, and traumatized face... It was then Katrina had developed PTSD, and her Delusional Disorder possibilities later became a reality in her life...
Katrina had been impregnated with her Fathers child, and her Brother and Sister, who were both badly hurt, helped take care of her, until it came time, and she was rushed into the Hospital in labor as they got her into a delivery room. Katrina screamed and cried as she pushed the child out, and Katrina had finally finished this delivery and survived it too, especially with her small body... but something was wrong. "Miscarriage... The child was stillborn... I'm sorry..." the doctor said as he cut the dead child umbilical cord, and Katrina was left with a face of dismay... Katrina didn't want the child... but it didn't deserve to die... Katrina was kept in the hospital for a few days before returning home...
At the age of seventeen is when things went wrong... Katrina saw her Brother and Sister get abused again, but she wasn't going to take it this time... Katrina rushed passed her Father and went to the kitchen, having lost it all as she grabbed a butchers knife and turned around to her Father coming down the stairs. "Oh come now Katrina! Daddy just wants to play..." He said wit ha sickly sweet smile on his twisted face. Katrina opened her mouth like she had barely ever done. "GO TO HELL YOU BASTARD!" She screamed as she stared him down, her mind having been broken as she rushed to him and swung the knife, the blood flying from his neck as it sprayed all over the walls and Katrina herself. Katrina watched as he fell to the floor, convulsing and twitching before his eyes went pale and movement stopped...
After this event, Katrina wrote a note that she was leaving home, and town... and packed a bag and skipped town, walking away from her life... Now Katrina needs to find her way... Addicted to prescription drugs and cutting, the Delusions haunting her, and many more issues killing her deep inside... Her breathing was short and heavy, and she felt more pain in her chest... She needed a fix, but she was all out...
[The story so far]
At a young age, Katrina was pretty much already endangered, she just hadn't realized it yet, sheltered away in her room under her older Siblings protection, her Sister teaching her in home schooling, and her Brother keeping away the parents when they were in a fray. Katrina was deaf to the yelling and the screaming, and the truth was hidden from her for so long, she was only seven years old in a dysfunctional home, and protected by a whim.
A few years later, Katrina celebrated her tenth birthday, and the parents were out. The Father was gone doing whatever he did when he wasn't home and the Mother was off at work, bringing in the money. Katrina's sister, who's name was Sarah, had baked her a small cake, and her Brother who's name was Rayne, had gotten her a torn up book he found in the trash, he couldn't figure out how to read it, but figured Katrina might...
The book was backwards, read like a reversed comic book with very different illustrations, and this became Katrina's interest... Manga. Fast forward a few days, about six and Katrina was left wide open to be attacked by her parents with Rayne out with friends, and Sarah doing an entry exam for college... Her Father had gotten drunk and waltz his way up to Katrina's room, grinning and looking her over as he began to approach her.
"What're ya doin' girl?" He asked Katrina, the smell of alcohol in his breath as he stumbled about, his speech being slurred as she looked to him scared, only to hear the door open and Rayne to rush up and pull him out of the room before any harm was done... Katrina had been kept safe. Rayne walked over an looked her over. "Hey, you aren't hurt are you? Nothing happened?" He asked, and Katrina looked at him, opening her mouth to speak which, she hadn't done in a long time. "N-No... I... Fine..." She told him as Rayne nodded.
Katrina was later taken into a hospital to get a medical check-up and some scans to make sure everything was right with her, at the age of fourteen. No diseases were detected, and she wasn't sick, but they found out that she wasn't right in the head, and had a few screws loose. Katrina was diagnosed with the possibilities of Delusional Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and Panic Disorder, and she was set on the Schizophrenic watch spectrum... but one thing she was definitely diagnosed with was this... Chronic Dysthymia, in which Katrina would get heavily depressed at moments, and lose her will to do things...
Living with what she had been diagnosed with Katrina grew up to the age of sixteen, and then it all went downhill... Her life came crashing down. Leaving her room she went down the stairs and saw her Mother and Father fighting... Screaming, arguing, shoving... Rayne came to stop it only to see Katrina as he looked at her and tried to get her back to her room. "Katrina, come on get back to your room" He told her, and Katrina looked to him with her wide, red hues, her pupils dilated in fear as she teared up.
As Rayne was about to speak again, Katrina mother screamed, and a loud sound of flesh striking flesh bluntly was heard before it, and Katrina looked over to see that her Father had struck her Mother, and she ran for the washroom, and locked herself inside, crying and frightened as Rayne went to stop this fight. While inside the washroom Katrina found her head pounding and looked in the medicine cabinet... There was no medication for headaches or migraines, but she saw her Sister's Medication for muscle pain, her prescription as Katrina grabbed it and opened it, making the worse mistake of her life...
Katrina took too many of her sisters' pills, of which she wasn't even supposed to have, and the pain was gone, but she... didn't feel well, Katrina felt dizzy, and sick, and she flipped open the toilet and vomited into it until she felt better. Katrina had no idea what was happening anymore... She was lost... It was then that her Panic Disorder became a real diagnosis as her sister banged on the door. "Katrina?! Are you alright?!" She asked, and Katrina looked over and backed herself to the wall, starting to feel her chest hurt and the headache got worse. "Katrina?! Please speak to me!" Her sister called, and Katrina hurt so badly, and her breath was leaving her. She turned to the pills again and took more of them, starting to depend on them to relieve her pain as she coughed and felt her vision get hazy. Sarah finally unlocked the door and got inside, seeing her sister, and the spilled pills and she picked Katrina up and took the pills away. "KATRINA!!" She knew Katrina had taken way too many, but she was conscious, and breathing... She was alive...
Now sixteen years old, Katrina had felt so scared... Rayne was on the floor in front of her room, and Sarah was currently being beaten. As the screaming stopped, and turned to crying, her Father made steps towards Katrina's room, and when he got in, Katrina teared up, cuts all across her wrists with a razor on the floor, covered in blood... She resorted to cutting and drugs to make herself feel better... But nothing would stop this from feeling like hell. He took Katrina by the throat and pinned her to the wall, laughing as he was more then just drunk.
What followed were hours of pure torture, getting his pants and putting them on as he left Katrina on her bed, with a terrified, and traumatized face... It was then Katrina had developed PTSD, and her Delusional Disorder possibilities later became a reality in her life...
Katrina had been impregnated with her Fathers child, and her Brother and Sister, who were both badly hurt, helped take care of her, until it came time, and she was rushed into the Hospital in labor as they got her into a delivery room. Katrina screamed and cried as she pushed the child out, and Katrina had finally finished this delivery and survived it too, especially with her small body... but something was wrong. "Miscarriage... The child was stillborn... I'm sorry..." the doctor said as he cut the dead child umbilical cord, and Katrina was left with a face of dismay... Katrina didn't want the child... but it didn't deserve to die... Katrina was kept in the hospital for a few days before returning home...
At the age of seventeen is when things went wrong... Katrina saw her Brother and Sister get abused again, but she wasn't going to take it this time... Katrina rushed passed her Father and went to the kitchen, having lost it all as she grabbed a butchers knife and turned around to her Father coming down the stairs. "Oh come now Katrina! Daddy just wants to play..." He said wit ha sickly sweet smile on his twisted face. Katrina opened her mouth like she had barely ever done. "GO TO HELL YOU BASTARD!" She screamed as she stared him down, her mind having been broken as she rushed to him and swung the knife, the blood flying from his neck as it sprayed all over the walls and Katrina herself. Katrina watched as he fell to the floor, convulsing and twitching before his eyes went pale and movement stopped...
After this event, Katrina wrote a note that she was leaving home, and town... and packed a bag and skipped town, walking away from her life... Now Katrina needs to find her way... Addicted to prescription drugs and cutting, the Delusions haunting her, and many more issues killing her deep inside... Her breathing was short and heavy, and she felt more pain in her chest... She needed a fix, but she was all out...
