Faye Maed||15||FC: Madeline Carroll||Open Taken
In her eyes, her life was the ideal -the key word in that statement being was. Up until her fifteenth birthday, Faye Maed was a little ball of sunshine. She had two adoring parents and an older brother who was nearly her best friend. They went to church on Sundays, ate dinner together at six sharp every night, and had a nice little house with a white picket fence. Her life was the piece in the typical tiny darling town where everyone knew each other and there was no need to lock any doors at night. She was a Daddy’s girl to no extent, just like every other daughter in the town. On her fifteenth birthday, she went to sleep as any other night with a grin on her face. But that grin dropped as soon as she closed her eyes. She had a dream -no, a nightmare. She saw years of abuse, fighting, screaming, but what made it all worse she saw it as herself. She saw it through her own eyes in her own home. It couldn’t be true, or, at least, she hoped it couldn’t be. That would mean her life was a lie. She tried to ignore it, but it happened again the very next night. She saw more bruises made and tears shed. When she finally confronted her parents she found out that it was true and that her entire life up until then was a planned out act. She got sent to Paris to deal with the developed insomnia she’d encountered. She didn’t want any more memories, therefore she didn’t want any more sleep. Even after the heartache, she managed to keep a smile on her face and an optimistic point of view on the rest of the world. She’s rather quiet and shy, but after warming up, she’s the same old Faye again.