Post by Jillian Garrington. on Oct 3, 2008 18:55:49 GMT -5
Jillian Garrington
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"How did we get here?"[/size]
"I used to know you so well."
•• i just watched her make the same mistakes again[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]
name , Jillian Rose Garrington[/b][/i]
nicknames , Jelly bean, is what the friends call her.
gender , She's a female, for sure.
age , sixteen wishes upon a star.
date of birth , August second.
sexuality , They say this girl is striaght.
major or grade , Sophomore if you will.
Clique , Anarachists.•• what's wrong, what's wrong now? ••
hair colour ,Red, for now.
eye colour , Brown, so i've heard.
build , She's tiny & short.
height , 5'2
weight , 106
paragraph , Jillian, my little Jillian. From head to toe there’s no one else around like her, unless she seems to have an evil twin. Which she doesn’t. Jillian’s one those girls who had to ride the small pony at the carnival when she was little. Growing up was always so hard, because she never was even close to being the tallest kid in class. In case you are incredibly stupid, this means she’s short. Got it? Ok. Let’s move on. Jillian’s also very skinny. She’s never been Anorexic, nor has she been bulimic. People would like to think that this is natural for Hayley, but it’s not. Because she’s on Heroin her metabolism is faster making her skinnier than she should be. Perhaps even putting her underweight. Doctors would like her to put on five more pounds and she’s trying, believe me, but not so much succeeding as they call it.
Jillian's incredibly beautiful for becoming the way she is. Most druggies look like they’ve been swallowed by Hell thrown up again and eaten. But not Jillian. Most people would consider her to be a plain Jane. “If it wasn’t for the hair everybody would look like her” one might say. But Jillian tunes them out, even though it might even be true in some cases. Jillian doesn’t have the best natural hair period. The color she was born with is a rather disturbing dirty blond, and it’s incredibly thin. In fact, it wasn’t even thick before she dyed it every week, but that probably didn’t help the situation either. Her eyes are amazing. Jillian’s color of brown is almost mismatching, and they’re her strongest feature (besides her pale skin). Jillian has the southern thighs going on. She was a skinny stomach, but a thick behind. Which Jillian is self conscious about.Lovely.
played by , Hayley Williams.
Canon or Original , Cannon
•• too many, too many problems ••
[/b][/i]home town , Franklin, TN.
mother , Christy Garrington.
father , Jeffree Garrington.
brothers , Logan, and Johnny Garrington.
sisters , ------
other , -------
•• don't know where she belongs ••
[/b][/i][/center]history , Christy and Jeffree were your normal couple. Highschool sweethearts that fell in love at the age of seventeen, they did everything together. They were inspirable. Voted cutest couple that year, Jeffree asked Christy to marry him during senior year. Christy agreed. She was overjoyed really, and couldn¡'t believe how much she absolutely loved her finance. All she did that week is look at the expensive rock on her figure that would soon become her wedding ring. This was a dream come true for Christy, it was simply amazing. At eighteen, she had lost her virginity to the man she was marrying the next week. They never used protection. A few days later, Christy knew something wasn't right and found out she was going to be a mother. Christy's mother and father had been dead for the past year, so there would be no telling her parents, and Jeffree had been out of contact with his father and mother for years. This was perfect. When Christy told Jeffree she was expecting he was overjoyed.
Jeffree hated kids. He hated the way he walked and talked. He just couldn't stand them, but he needed to act stoked for Christy and he did for those whole eight months of hell. They finally were married with a baby lump, and had a perfect wedding. Of course they couldn¡'t have sex, right? So on their wedding night Jeffree went out drinking leaving poor Christy at home. It was her idea so she wasn¡'t upset, and was enjoying the company of her sister Maria, and had a perfectly good time without her husband. Now, as for Jeffree he ended up in another girl's bed that night not caring that he was just recently married. It didn't seem like the girl he was cheating with minded at all either. No one ever found out that night. No one. He came back that night and snuck into their bedroom and bed, and fell asleep. Like nothing was wrong. How dare he.
Jillian was born on August Second around ten in he morning, and of course everything went fine until they found out their daughter had bi polar disorder. It wasn't too serious, so they acted as if nothing was wrong. A couple years went by, and at the mere age of seven Jillian was prescribed lithium. Her father grew up hating his daughter, and the mother never did know. One night when Christy was out (she was excepting again as was Maria) and they decided to have a pregnant girls night out leaving eight year Jillian at home with her daddy. Jeffree set her down with Jillian giggling thinking it was a game. He slipped of her pants. Jeffree molested Jillian, and continued doing so until she was about eleven. No one ever knew. Jillian was told not to tell anyone. She wanted out. She wanted an escape.
They moved out of their apartment, because both of her parents were ever horse related people and wanted to get involved again. Everyday of the week Jillian would be out in there family's property training for the next barrel racing compotation that her father was forcing her to compete in. Sure, Jillian loved her horse, but she just wasn't into that whole scene. She preferred moshing, but due to the small town hardly any good bands came to play, therefore causing Jillian to be alone on a five hour trail riding herding cattle with the old folks on a Saturday afternoon. Fun.
Until one night during her freshmen year she was invited to a senior party. Not thinking, she quickly went. The party was going good until they started playing truth or dare. She decided to take a dare (slightly scared of all the seniors) , and to her surprise this dare would ruin her. Her crush at the time dared her to sleep with the super sexy English teacher tomorrow night and video tape it. The next night Jillian went to the teachers house for tutoring and ended up in his bed. She taped it, brought it to school and was the talk of Franklin until her crush decided to give the tape to the principle. Jillian was expelled, and the teacher lost his job. Franklin had no other high schools to attend. Oh boy. This was bad.
Jillian was home schooled by a good family friend that had a nineteen year old son. That nineteen year old son asked Jillian on a date (she was fifteen) and she accepted it one night after class was over. She swore she was in love, but he asked her if she wanted to have fun. Jillian was a little suspicious of what he meant by fun. Next thing she knew, Jillian was shooting up heroin. Never in a million years would she have ever taken drugs, but she didn't want to loose him. Jillian loved him. Of course, five nights and fixes later he dumped her for a cousin of Jillian's. She was ending up like the very man who molested her.
personality ,
Meet Jillian Garrington Probably one of the most confusing girls you had ever laid your pretty little eyes on, she's sure to send your head spinning. She isn't your normal everyday average girl at all, and if you're unable to handle her she's libel to send you into suicide or at the very least an insane asylum. Now, due to her confusing personality I must break it down into paragraphs at a time for your better understanding.
The medication makes it better, the medication makes it worse. ♥
Jillian Garrington suffers from Manic Bipolar disorder and takes prescribed lithium. I know what you're thinking. Why would the doctors prescribe lithium to a girl who has had drugs abuse problems? Jillian has been taking lithium since eighth grade. For her to simply stop cold turkey or even stop at all, would be a death sentence simply because Lithium measures the highs and lows of bipolar mania, and if she stopped she would be worse than Mrs. Garrington is now.
Stay in love with my sorrow ♥
Jillian Garrington often feels like there is no hope left. She feels if she takes on last breath, she would fall and die. Her depression allows her to feel helpless and lost. As if the world was ending and there wasnt any tomorrow left to see, and as if no one loves or cares about the girl. No matter how many people tell Jillian they do love her, she blocks them out. it seems she likes to feel his away, because she refuses to see someone about depression because Jillian doesn't think she has depression. She's pretty sure she doesn't though we all know she does indeed.
Live, Laugh, love ♥
When Jillian isn't down and depressed, she pretends to love life. Her mood changes drastically and she tries to help anyone she can by being sweet and loving. This is all fake mind you, but it couldn't hurt to do some acting correct? If your close to Jillian, she'll smile and laugh with you. Joke about silly things and do silly things to joke about. She wont cry a single tear (until you leave) and is always full on constant never-ending energy. She's a bundle of joy [ not the smartest person] . You''ll never see her depressed but like I said, as soon as you walk away she's little miss suicide. That's the way life goes.
What's outside is what counts ♥
Jillian acts like she's the best thing that's happened since Pete Wentz and Ashley Simpson. Like she's perfect and loves the way she looks. When people are around her, she'd make out a with mirror if I had a tongue. This simply isn't the case at all. She hates the way she looks truly. She thinks there's something wrong with her face, and nothing on her body is right. Nothing. But everyone is like that right?
Once a whore your nothing more
All you have to do is wink at Jillian, and she would have sex with you right? She's probably one of the sluttiest girls you will ever meet. She'll steal your boyfriends, and fuck your dad. She's addicted to sex, what can I say? Sex means everything. This is because of what her father did to her when she was younger, and because of this she likes to feel she's in control of sex not the other way around.
Beers with lime ♥
Jillian's a hardcore vodka drinker. She'll get totally wasted and loose control. Like this one time she was at a club, she got drunk and flashed the whole area, showing everyone she wasn't wearing a bra. Jillian doesn't like the way drugs and Alcohol make her, she wants to stop. But she doesn't know how to ask for help.
Drugs made it better ♥
Jillian at one point loved her drugs. The only thing is, they made her a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Maniac? Yes.
likes , "Dude, isn't the sunset the most amazing thing you've ever set your eyes on? It's like the sun tells a story as it sets. It's amazing. I also think that the ocean is equally special, because it tells a story of its own being so big dominating so much land. I'm a fool for rain. When I was younger, I used to believe rain meant an angel was weeping for what someone's done. Animals are people two, and they deserve to be kept in homes where they're not abused because they have a heart as well but Horses have to be my favorite animal. They're so majestic and mysterious. Given the chance they'lll be your best friend. Music sooths the soul, and if you find the right band you could easily relate to them. It seems like they¡'re telling the story of your life. Poetry can be just as helpful. Movies are also one of the things I like because you can easily escape reality.
dislikes , "Oh my God. There are so many things I hate about this world. Let's start with the mistakes I have made. I absolutely loath drugs because of what they did to me, despite how often I taken them. I hate alcohol because of how addicting it was, and how hooked I got because of it. I also can't stand people who cheat on they're boyfriends or girlfriends, and I am well aware that I am included. You wanna know what else I can't stand? Depression because you loose the people you love from the horrible dieses whether you like it or not. Cutters also make me upset, because I know what it's like. Cutting is selfish and stupid, and most defiantly not worth the pain I went through. Judgmental and ignorant people need to go and burn in hell somewhere and get the hell away from me. I hate life .
fears , Being alone, Helplessness, Hoplessness.
hopes , To become a singer, Step out of her box, live a little.
secrets , wants to get clean, doesn't like where she's at, wishes she was someone else. [/size]
•• she wants to go home
[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]your name , Hayley,
age , 14.
Random fact: , Parawhore. Nuff said.
experience , To long.
password , keyboard?
sample ,
She’ll be ok.”
“Does she have any family members she can contact? You know, to tell them what’s going on?”
“I think she lives alone, with her cousin Josh Gustative.”
“His number is listed as a contact, here. His cell phone included. I’ll call it; tell him to get down here.”
“As soon as possible please.”
“Right, as soon as possible”.
Hayley listened as the doctor and nurse discussed what had happened last night. She was supposed to be dead, so why wasn’t she? And now they’re calling one of her best friends? Hayley was slightly confused. She saw up and noticed IVs and tubes running through her arm. Hayley coughed to signal that she was awake, and the nurse came running in. “Hello Hayley” she said with a smile. Hayley didn’t smile back, and only looked at her with hatred as if her eyes were going to kill the nurse. “How are you feeling”? Hayley studied the nurse’s shirt; it was covered in little pink unicorns. They made Hayley happy and she smiled slightly. Hayley still hadn’t answered the nurse, and saw her name tag. Her name was Jill. Jill didn’t think Hayley was going to talk, so she frowned.
“Your friend, Josh brought you in here as soon as he saw you bleeding in your shower.” Jill’s voice was kind, and loving. “Why did you want to die Hayley? Why did you cut yourself there?” Hayley counted the stripes on the wall. One, Two, Three. One, Two, Three. “Your such a beautiful young teenager, not to mention talented.” One, Two, Three. One, Two, Three. “But we found many other cuts on your stomach and your wrist. We also found drugs and Alcohol in your system. Would you like to tell me about that?” Hayley looked up at the ceiling. The color was pretty, and it reminded her of babies. Her baby. “Were going to say your suicidal Hayley. Your also Bi polar, Hayley and severely depressed. We’re going to put you on zanex and suggest that you see a councilor.” Hayley nodded her head. “But we’re going to allow you to leave now Hayley.
Hayley left the hospital with her pills, and tears in tact. She was sitting down in the back seat of Josh’s car studding the scenery that came by. It wasn’t anything to go mad about. It was mainly farmland, but she would see an oak tree every know and then. It was silent, though. Nothing but the sound of the car and Josh’s breathing could be heard. It being five in the morning, no one really wanted to talk. “What about Charlie?” Josh spoke firmly, in his German accent. Hayley blinked. She didn’t know how to respond. “Don’t you love him enough, to stay alive? Don’t you love me?’ Hayley blinked again. She didn’t want to talk today. She didn’t want to tell anybody anything, expect her mind. She wasn’t sure she could trust that. “Why aren’t you talking to me? Have you gone madly insane and forgotten how to talk?” Hayley let down a tear, and a sniffle. ‘I..I…I…I..” She stuttered. Josh lifted his left eyebrow. “Love, you and charlie and my horsey.”
Josh stopped the car. “Want to go see you’re horsey, Hayley?” Josh hadn’t heard Hayley say she wanted to see her horse in over a month. Only her drug dealer. Hayley nodded. The truck immediately turned around, for it was only about six in the morning and her pills weren’t due till her stomach was full of lunchtime food. It was only time for breakfast, and Hayley never ate it. The drive was s short one to the stable, and Hayley had come running out of the car. Josh wasn’t going to stay with her, but he knew she’d always have her cell phone on. He’d call her. Leaving her wasn’t the smartest thing he ever did, but it was however time Hayley needed to be alone.
She wondered through the stables, looking for her horses. Hayley owned three. Riot (a five year old black Arabian stallion), Legendary (a seven year old palomino quarter horse stallion), and Sonny ( a four year old buckskin quarter horse stallion). Hayley said hello to each and every one of them, but chose to take 14.2 hands Sonny on a trail ride. Just him and Hayley. Hayley and him. Hayley led him out of his stall carefully with his black velvet halter and headed to the tack room to apply his western saddle on his back. First she groomed him, admiring hoe beautiful her pony was with his golden coat and his black main. She made sure his hooves were clean, and his face was brushed before she applied his cotton blanket on. It was a nice little thing, but didn’t compare to anything she would use when she went out barrel racing. Next Hayley through his black saddle on his back. It was a light little thing, and very convent.
Hayley made sure he was nice and tacked up, before she placed his black leather rains on the horse’s head and mouth. Hayley didn’t look like she belonged here. She wore white converse, with black skinny jeans. Her shirt his her waist (which was a thin fabric of black and red stripes, with a skull plastered on the front of it0 and in her eyes, that was normal. Hayley wore mismatching arm warmers as well, in fear that someone would see all the cuts and scars that’d come to be, and not to mention…. Hayley stopped thinking about things she didn’t need to think about and hoped on her horse. Before they knew it, they where cantering on the trail. Alone. His hoof beat could be heard a mile away, and Hayley’s hair lifted in the wind.
"So sonny, I cut a bit to deep….”
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