Thread: RP: SPLIT : Melancholy [ Horror_Show &  randomname98766789]

Most young women by the age of twenty-three were living out their youth. Typically attending university focusing on what careers they wanted to fulfill, maybe some partied, some were just getting into relationships that would turn into marriage with families. That wasnt the case for Jacqueline. Not at all. The young female was a patient at private psychiatric hospital that was located in Maine. It was paid for by both her adoptive parents and an unknown benefactor. It least for years she had been getting financial support by somebody she had never come into contact with. Her adoptive parents had only briefly spoke of him. They didnt want him in the picture. They had actually forbidden him seeing her and had made it legal. The only way Jacqueline had found out about him was in family therapy with her parents. A few times her adoptive mother had personally told her about her real mother who was long gone. She had supposedly killed herself after adopting her off and collecting the funds. Her biological father had supposedly raped his mother in a fit of rage as he was a very unstable young man from the brutal abuse she had caused him. She was a product of incest and mental illness. It wasnt family friendly and sounded like a taboo horror movie. She could almost blame her past and genetics on her own disabilities. She suffered asthma that was minimal due to treatment. Her most prominent problems were psychological, she had suffered from crippling depression, severe anxiety and paranoia. At times her moods fluctuated, and they had her diagnosed with several things. Her family had argued with two child psychiatrists growing up who had said she was bi polar or schizophrenic. It didnt really matter to her. What was written on paper couldnt justify her inner turmoil, her struggles. Some days it was just hard to wake up and function. She always felt like she wasnt supposed to exist. Growing up she had the best life a child could have, a loving supportive family, all her medical, personal needs were met. She had a good education and graduated high school a year earlier and had attempted some college before her last admittance. She was supposed to be rehabilitating herself, so she could manage and function enough to go back to college. At times she really did want to be happy and she tried so damn hard, but it was never enough to last. Her mind at times always went back to her father. Who he was? Where he was living? How was he functioning, she imagined he had to be fucked up from what she had found out? When she was eighteen she had attempted to find her biological father, but her family shut it down. They convinced her it would only hurt her and cause her to move backwards in her treatment instead of forward. So, for six fucking long years she still hadnt actually tried to. Though through therapy here she was able to get a little more information on him from the help of one of her psychologist. This particular psychologist thought it would be therapeutic for her to find out more about him and his well being in order to heal. She had discovered he lived in Philadelphia, halfway across the united states, worked the Philadelphia zoo and was in therapy managing his own illnesses. Tonight, she sat alone, unattended in the Victorian pool room , a place she found solace. The room was illuminated only by the lights installed inside of the pool sides. She was lying on her back staring up as the reflection of the water mural playing across the ceiling while listening to music. Her bare feet were hanging off the edge soaking in the lukewarm water. She enjoyed the peace and solitude the hospital had to offer at times. Of course, you had days where you saw patients having melt downs and the staff trying to handle it. She had seen her fair share of craziness inside of the walls of the hospital but most of the time it was calm. As she zoned out, only half tired from her regular anti-psychotic medication, she wondered what he was doing right at this moment. Her thoughts always seemed to go back to the one man who was never in her life, Kevin. Kevin Wendell Crumb. The pictures she had seen of him flashed through her mind. He was fairly attractive for a middle-aged guy who was fucked up. Although she knew being his blood, she shouldnt think that way. Her thoughts went deep into her mind, dwelling over the horrible things she had discovered. How her life would have been different in her mother wasnt some crazy psychotic bitch who hurt her little boy. Jacqueline clenched her eyes shut turning her head, trying to hold back tears as they stung, she made a face trying not to. She hated it. She fucking hated everything. She wished he was in her life, she wished she could just be taken away.she wished he would take her. Her tearful eyes flashed opened as she gulped. She pushed upright eyeing across the poolroom in a darkened corner. She felt something in her gut. Something was out of place. Then she noticed in the darkness a silhouette, it was him. It couldnt be. She pulled her legs out of the pool and stumbled catching her ground as she stood breathing out, her earbuds fell off. In her mind she saw him in the darkness smirking, his narrowed eyes as blue as ever. It took her breath away as her heart skipped beats. Just before she could react it vanished. The whole thing just stopped as if it was some hallucination. She jogged, almost slipping around the pool, halting in front of the corner where it was empty. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she held back a sob. fuck, She breathed out inhaling as the tears took over. FUCK!!! She screamed over her music grabbing her head as she cried. videoyoutube All these thoughts are running through my head I can't control it, they are taking me down with them Wish I knew why I am haunted It would be easier to try and start again And I'd feel like new In a world Im used to hiding from Id feel brand new I would know where I stand All these thoughts are running through my head Head