CURE, JOSEPHINE MARIE

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23 | HETEROSEXUAL | SINGLE | ESCORT | CRIMINALS | MARGOT ROBBIE

Josephine M. Cure,

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* the girl before your sitting at the table in your small one bedroom apartment that you share with your mother and father. they are fighting again and to most people this would seem traumatizing but you're used to it. it's something that has been going on since you were a baby. before you were even born actually. you were brought into this world prematurely after an accident occurred that sent your mother into labor a few weeks early. despite the serious health risks that could have fell upon you, you persevered and made a full recovery. your parents weren't drug addicts or anything that involved the underworld, they were just two young teenagers trying to make their relationship work but you were a mistake. perhaps not to your mother but to your father you were the reason why they were the way that they were, why things had turned to serious shit. it didn't help that after struggling with you for six years that she ended up pregnant with your baby sibling. you aren't sure if they are fighting about not having enough money to keep themselves fed or because your mother caught him hanging out the cute red headed neighbor next door again but you do your best to remain invisible. things were different on this night. the screaming was a little louder and a lot more violent than they used to be and it wasn't until you heard your mother ask what are you doing? did you perk up a little and look behind you at the closed door in slight curiosity. the loud sound that pierced through the air caused you to jump slightly in surprise, eyes widening as you hear a thud hit the floor and soon after another shot is going off but no thud. your siblings' cries ring through the air as you sit in silence, stunned and holding your breath as you wait for someone to emerge from behind the door. no one does however. it isn't until police burst through your apartment door and begin to take you and your sibling out that as you're being courted off you catch a quick sight of your parents. your mother sprawled out on the floor, a red puddle seeping out of her stomach and your father, laid out on the bed staring up at the red colored ceiling. you do not see your younger sibling again. the two of you are shoveled off to different homes in hopes of being adopted out. you hate it. you hate everything about being in a room with three other boys who are nothing but nice to you but you just can't shake whatever it is that has clung itself to you. after a few weeks they are scared of you and the toys you all once shared have been destroyed beyond recognition due to your ill temper. it is months before you are even considered for adoption and when you are, you can't help but feel some small spark of happiness. not because you get to be with a real family but because you don't have to be with the band of idiots any longer. the family that adopts you, the cure's, are a loving and christian devoted family. after reading what you had endured they feel that their love can fix you and show you that the world isn't a bad place. your thoughts on the matter? you could give a shit. * the girl after you prefer the name josie. it's the new persona you adopted. no longer will you be quiet little miss josephine. josie stands up for herself as well as others she deems worthy. the people who are maybe too terrified to say what they feel. you are their knight in shinning armor and you like it as much as you put off that it's nothing. you refuse to have a repeat. you refuse to sit on the sidelines and let someone else die because you didn't say anything. you give your adoptive parents hell, that much is for sure. countless trips in and out of the police stations due to not only your fowl mouth to authorities but as well as your violent ways. it's something that they send you to constant therapy for in hopes that you release whatever built up emotion you have inside of you but you do not feel an ounce leave you. ever. you figure you're just a product of your environment. you've only ever known to hit, scream, or throw things to express your feelings. your blue eyes watched your parents do it for the first six and a half years of your life. it's second nature. school was a trial and error a many of times but you finally found a school that could handle you. an alternative school for troubled teens such as yourself and here is where you found yourself a small, a very small, group of people who are you're first real shot at happiness. granted, they aren't the best of kids - most were just as troubled, if not more than you and they did nothing but bring out the dark side in you even more. it was at this school that you met your first and the only boyfriend you ever had - oscar. ugh, you hated his name and you made it a point to tell him that the first time you met him. the reputation you made for yourself was one that you thoroughly enjoyed. you were known to not be fucked with. that you weren't the type to go out looking for a fight but you definitely didn't back away when it was presented to you.

ALEXA| CENTRAL| 23 | NATM

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