Lydia- Malkavian

you don't know me. you may have seen me...probably in utter darkness. it is time for me to tell you my life's story. it is time for you mortals to catch a glimpse of what i have experienced. know what pain i have suffered. you wonder why i am insane...i wonder how you can stay like you are. here, is my story.
i was an artist. as artist of a different mindset i guess you could say. i was doing fine in life. i had about 2 "close" friends, and i didn't want anything to do with anyone else. i never found love which in turn is for the best. since i shall never experience love of any form (save blood) again.
i was supposed to have some art work of mine entered in a show. i was hoping to sell some of it. i figured i should inform you of this before i go on a mad rant on the worst day of my life. my un-life is quite a different story.
i woke up and began the normal routine...throw myself on the floor and pick up the closest pieces of clothing and manage them onto my naked body. it seemed like it would be an alright day for me. but i was ever so wrong. i prepared myself for the art gallery and just as i was about to set out on my great adventure the phone stopped me in my tracks. naturally i answered it. the hospital was calling. apparently my parents had been involved in some homicide. by the time my parents reached the hospital they were dead. i had never had a close relationship with my parents. i was out of the house as soon as humanly possible and didn't want anything to do with them. since i knew where they lived and such, i had to go to the house and search for burial information and whatnot. when i arrived they had just begun to clean up the gruesome mass of human tissue that had been thrown on top of a table. if it wasn't for their dental structure and where they had been found, they would have been classified nameless. my parents...john and jane doe...how ironic.
i ran out of the hospital, my lungs needing fresh air, reaking not of formaldehyde but of extreme amounts of pollution and disease. i lost my sense of thought and forgot how to do anything but panic. i ran mindlessly until i passed infront of the police station and remembered then what had happened and i entered the building. i asked if they had any clue as to who the murderer was and got news, but none of which i had hoped to hear. they didn't know who he/she was, no one saw them, there were no prints of any kind, and they didn't know where to look next.
i had obligations. i had to get to the gallery. no matter how macabre my day was, i needed to be there. my mentor would be counting on me. so i headed for the art show. looking at the beautiful art work that had been entered took me away from my sorrow for only a short period of time. that small instant was pure bliss, for my life has been only hectic and spontanious since. i was walking the halls and corridors that the paintings were distributed through and realized that there wasn't much more of the building to rummage around. i hadn't seen my art. i went back and asked my beloved friend where she was to put my art in this gallery and she looked at me kindly and took me away from the crowd. she said that she didn't enter any of it. that it wasn't...up to standards and might "upset" the head haunchos of the building that my art be there. why...i have no idea. i knew that there was more to it than that, she was just trying to put it kindly.
i left the show. and roamed the streets trying to find what to do with myself. i went to a bar, maybe a drink or too would help me through...for now. this bar/club was just like all the others. walk in the doors and all you can see is glittery, neon, bright, losers hoping to catch up with someone on esctasy and maybe score. i made my way to the second floor, where there wasn't as many infantile bimbos hanging on every pole or table. i ordered a bloody mary. it tasted wonderful for the first sip. but my salty tears had made the taste of my favorite drink somewhat bitter.
i looked down upon the crowd that was having the time of their life and wished that i didn't have a care in the world. i wanted so much to be free of the events that occured not too long ago. so i headed back downstairs. i ran into this fellow who looked as if he had been in better moods and i thought we could share our sorrows. so i took him to a table and offered him a drink. we chatted for a while, about the weather and current events. he seemed a knowlegeable man. but something i must have mentioned set him off like a rabid animal out of a dark pin and he started to lash out with firey words of hatred toward me. then something he said set me off. i lost all nerves, conscience, feelings, and sanity. he commented on my parents. saying that maybe if they were dead i would care for someone else rather than my own little pathetic existence. i blamed him for the killing. i threw that table almost across the room and picked up the sharpest object within my reach. which happened to be a pen that was in the waitresses apron that had just started to pass by. i threw him on the ground and toppled over him with that pen not 2 inches from his eye. my body shaking with unhinged rage i screamed and jumped away from him. i needed to get away. find a nice solitary place for me to calm my nerves. i ran out of the club and tried to gain thought of where i lived. i didn't care anymore. the place for me was in the insane asylum. so i headed in that general direction.
i had come upon the mental hospital and decided to check around. i knew that it had been abandoned for quite some time, but a rest in a old, moldy padded room would do me some good...don't you think? i went in. singing myself a little song that my mother had sang so many times to me as a child. although i still don't recall the name. i found a nice room that still had a straight jacket in it. but yet, it seemed out of place. like it had just been put there. it was not moldy, or moth-eaten..it was as if it had been put there recently. i huddled up in a corner and went to sleep, with the jacket on top of me to keep me warm through the night. but for the terrors that i would wake to...i wish i had of died that night, in my sleep..alone. but i was very much accompanied. there huddled someone in the dark shadows across the room.....waiting. my maker....waiting...ever so patiently.

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