Hi...um...your dad said it was okay to just walk down and see you.....are you sure it's okay to be in your bedroom?
Yeah, yeah, come in. Leave the door open if you're more comfortable that way. Come in and sit next to me.
Sorry...I'm just...you know...new at this....
Your hair is different.
Yeah, I put a pink wash in it.
It looks nice, and smells like strawberries.
*giggles* That's the shampoo I use.
Your bed is really cozy. I could fall asleep here.
Yeah, sometimes I do, when I am reading or doing homework. So...you ready to tell me the story?
It's not sweet....or easy.
I know. I mean it made you do this. *looks at his scars*
My father is very high up in the elf council. Everyone thinks he's this really great guy and everyone was always telling me how proud I must be of him and how lucky I am to be his son. But that wasn't really the case. He was two sided. I mean he had this one persona for the public and a very different one for my mom, sister, and me. He wasn't physically abusive, but it was all mental, you know. Emotional abuse and control. He needed to be in absolute control of everything. And then when I was ten, my mom died in a plane accident. And then he got even worse. I mean....he even told you how long you could be in the bathroom. My sister couldn't take it anymore. He found her...in the bathtub...blood everywhere. My father made me tell everyone she had an aneurism. He even convinced the medical examiner to write it on her death certificate. That's the kind of power he held. And I guess everyone felt bad for him, since he had lost a wife and a daughter. After that I started cutting myself, because I couldn't tell anyone what happened, how she really died.
Oh Jace, wow. I'm so sorry.
She was older than me, and I didn't know what to do. I felt so trapped. Then Rose came to me. She's my dream child. You know about them, right?
*nods her head*
So she came to me, because she knew I needed her to survive. She would cry every time I cut myself, it was like through the cutting and the tears, I was releasing all the pain and anger I had inside. Eventually, I realized I didn't want to spend the rest of my life cutting, so I ran away. That first night away from home was the first night I didn't cut. And I haven't since, even when I want to. But it's hard, I feel like there's so much unresolved, and I feel so helpless, and I wonder if running away was the right thing to do. But what was the point in staying?
Jace, I think you are very lucky you are alive. You could have gone out the way your sister did. But instead you are here, with me.
So, anyway, that's my very big pile of baggage. So I've had a really messed up life. I have no idea what normal is, but I hope to find out some day. So anyway, if you don't want to be with me, I can totally understand. You're so sweet and innocent and young, and you don't need anything that dark in your life.
I want to be with you. It's your baggage, but you know, maybe I can help lighten the load. And while I don't claim to know normal either, being around my family might be a really great thing for you.
You sure you..and they...want to deal with me?
Yeah, I'm sure. It's not your fault, you know.
So....no worries. I'm here, and my family is, too.
Did you know Jace's story? Oh, duh, of course you did!
Do you think they know we've met yet?
No, I think it's going to be a surprise.
I'm glad you came over with him today.
We can be best friends, if you want.
And sisters later...if they...
Yes! We're going to be inseparable!