[Komeadaconda]

Velia looks around she had been in her room a moment ago. Was this real? No. This has to be a lie. Sam-Sam Wouldve told her if her future was to be Locked in a box. She begins to cry a bit. Tears pour from her white eyes like acid burning her oddly soft grey skin of her face, her breathing gets harder and she checks for cell signal…nothing. No one to call no one to help her.

“obviously, you worthless whore.” The voice of Violet laughs at her, and Velia is ready to tell her leave but it comes out like it always does.

“Red flies shouldn’t buz in the mountain” she laughs

“what was that, pathetic little mental collapse victim?” She laughs appearing now before Velia in the room the hallucination taunted her and Velia lets out an ear splitting scream loud enough that the concrete rumbled around her Violet blinks.

“Wow bitch, you seriously are throwing a tantrum aren’t you?” Velia sits against the cold concrete dragging her knees to her chest and setting her arms around her knees wincing a bit, because of the way the newer cuts hidden under her dress stung her. She sets her phone on the floor next to her. She thinks of her best friend in the world, Sam-Sam, and how he would know what to do…and how she….wouldn’t….and doesn’t.

[Komeadaconda]

A schizophrenic and depressed girl with grey skin and long black hair, she has faded self harm scars on her arms legs and stomach but they’re mostlycovered by a long white dress. Her eyes are pure whites no pupil or iris, the only thing she has is a rather old looking but still touch screen phone, however there is no service so she only continues to use it (until the battery dies) as a translator app as she cannot speak English. At least not the English we’re used to. She forgets the meanings of words when she talks and gets them all mixed up. It’s like she talks in code. If someone picks up on the code we could say her translator app died and someone in a mother room could translate (through a wall or something perhaps) In the room she sees some of her hallucinations including her best friend Melly. Melly looks a lot like her, and is the nicest. However Melly is tanner, with greenish (with bits of brown) eyes and wavy broen hair and freckle faced. Melly wears brightly colored clothing and despite their appearance differences Melly and this girl appear to have the same face. Melly also has a brother named Parker who is a tall oak tree and a very lazy tree at that. This girl also hallucinates a rude brunette girl named Violet she is a complete bully to this girl, and often insults her. Her favorite thing to call this girl is to call her a whore. There are also twin girls who barely talk and work for the insight. The insight is a genderless being out to get her. Out to get everyone. Then, there is a woman completely made of shadows simply called The Shadow Lady who also works for the insight. This girl’s last hallucination is that of her floating cat named Pumpkin. More on her personality is that she’s very insightful with amazing deduction skills, but if you can’t understand her she’s a babbling idiot for all you know. I really would describe her as a genius…of course there’s a fine line between ingenius and insane. Her name is Velia Monika Raven the Second and she is that line.

[Komeadaconda]

Neoma smiled looking down on her little brother to be, her parents were really nice taking in another child. Neoma was taken in a few years ago, she was 10 now and she spent her fist 3 years neglected by her parents, then changing homes…she was 8 when she was taken in by her current parents. They were a nice couple, mommy couldn’t have kids, and now she was bringing home a brother!! Neoma liked him already. She shyly thinks tugging her red dress, and fixing her pigtails.

((Yes no maybe?? This can be a thing? XD))

[Komeadaconda]

The young girl looks up to this…interesting bunch, with a gulp she decided it her turn to speak. Her hair is long and deep blue, and her skin a flawless olive tone. She was most likely 15 or perhaps 16 years old, with bright green eyes. Her outfit a torn and dirty school uniform, with a plaid red skirt to her knees, and a white button down top and black tie. The tie matched the bows that held her hair in pigtails. She could’ve been a stereotypical anime character, or worse, a Hatsune Miku rip off, but with her oddly timid nature she seemed to be breaking the stereotypes in a way…She looks around, probably looking for the opportunity not to talk, before going back to staring at her bare feet. “I’m Neoma, and…I’m an Empath.” she smiles slightly, but something about it seems forced….”I-I read and manipulate emotions…and see auras…and can…can b-balance people. But not Energy Vampires, Apaths, o-or humans suffering from Autism or psychopathy…” she trails off with a shudder.