Post by hannahemerson on Aug 1, 2012 0:50:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #1e1e1e; border-right: 10px solid #1e1e1e;] HANNAH N. EMERSON  HEY THERE, THEY CALL ME HANNAH AND I'M CURRENTLY NINETEEN YEARS OLD. I'M PART OF THE BAND AND I'M A GUITARIST OF SEPTEMBER SHINED BRIGHTEST. ------------------------------------------------- hello. my name is hannah nicole emerson, and i'm nineteen years old. i'm on tour with september shined brightest as their guitarist. life hasn't always worked out perfectly for me, to be honest. my life is better than most. at least i was never homeless, or had drug addicts for parents. but it wasn't perfect like i make it out to be. i guess because i feel like people are tired of hearing my sob story, i was going to tell it one last time. i was going to write it down on paper and if anyone ever wanted to know again, they could just read this. can it be considered memoirs? in the begining, i was a very happy child. i was the only child my parents had ever had, and ever will have. they doted on me to the point of spoiling me. there wasn't a day that i wasn't at a zoo, or park, dressed in a pink tutu with a tiara on my head. my father, and i mean that in the lighest term avaliable, even called me princess. we were happy then. everything was perfect. i had what i wanted at the snap of a finger. nothing was beyond my reach. i took dance classes, vocal lessons, and learned piano. we were a typical rich family from the start of my life. but everything went downhill when mother lost her high paying job. my father filed for divorce, and that was the end of our happy family. she never once fought the divorce. as many times as she had looked father in the face and uttered those three words, she never fought the divorce. i hated her for laying down and taking it. she wasnt the strong woman i had idolized up until that day. i was only ten when it happened, afterall. we lived in virginia. did i forget to mention that? well, mother moved us down to florida to be closer to my grandparents. i begged father to let me stay with him. i told him how much i hated my mother, and that only he could love me really. he said "i love you princess" and tore my hand from his. he walked away and said nothing to my mother. they both turned their backs on me. they both turned their backs on a loving family, and a loving daughter. i hated them both. i stopped wearing pink. it reminded me of my past. i wore dark colors. eventually at sixteen, i wore dark makeup too. my mother was shocked when i came home one day with considerably shorter hair. her eleven year old daughter, her "darling hannah" had cut her beautiful hair so short, she looked like a little boy. then she said the word "therapist". that was the first time that i started wearing pink again. i pretended to be sweet, and innocent, and loving. i acted like i didn't hate her. my forced lie, by the time i was seventeen, became truth. i stopped hating them. i felt sorry for them. my respect and love was still gone, but i couldn't hate them for something that happened seven years ago. i didn't belive in love anymore. then i met angel. i was the first to say "i love you". it was automatic. high school boyfriends expected it. the more they thought you loved them, the more they thought it was okay to touch you. i let them touch, but nothing more. i didn't want their fake emotions to dirty me. love wasn't real. eventually, step by step, angel walked me through every bit of my emotional pain. he became my best friend. i could lean on him where it took months just to stop believing that someone was after me for money, or the like. angel took one. one month to tear down my wall. that was the first time i cried in seven years. i finally said "i love you". this time, i meant it. we've only grown stronger as a couple for these two years. to be honest, there was doubt at times. people would spread rumors about angel. they said he was sleeping with one person or another. but angel knows my past. he wouldn't hurt me by telling me he didn't, when he did. it would hurt less if he told me that he did, and he knows that. infedelity i could try to forgive. lying is completely unforgivable. especially when people take back "i love you". i could never forgive that. so i guess my story isn't that long. but everyone always asks about my parents. well, they're just my parents. i don't love them anymore. but i don't hate them anymore either. i grew out of that hateful nature, and i hope that i never have to go back through that. call me a fool for wanting to trust someone. but if i can trust anyone, it would be angel, right? |
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THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED RUE AND SITS AT NINETEEN. SHE LIVES IN THE CENTRAL TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO BECKY LOU FILIP, DON'T YOU THINK?
[/div]THE PERSON BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS GENERALLY CALLED RUE AND SITS AT NINETEEN. SHE LIVES IN THE CENTRAL TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO BECKY LOU FILIP, DON'T YOU THINK?
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