Post by Vivinette Rendair on Apr 10, 2009 1:57:51 GMT -5
Why do I wear pink and black?
It's such an odd combination, you say.
I say it fits perfectly with me.
Cam, my Seer boyfriend, always said he loved seeing me wear pink.
He died four years ago in a horrible car wreck.
I'm still in mourning for him.
Because we never fixed everything before he died.
The morning before, he told me that he hated me all along.
It was just a sick dare.
I had gone looking for him when the wreck happened.
I was almost the first there.
The police had to pry me away from the car.
I was hysterical, clawing at the doors with my hands, trying to get Cam out.
Trying to save him.
I fought the police with all of my power and wrestled away long enough to get a good look at him.
He was horribly disfigured, grotesque.
But I loved him still.
And I cried.
I cried so hard no one touched me for days.
Finally, one of his friends got up the courage to talk to me.
He said that Cam just wanted me to feel free.
He said Cam knew he was going to die.
He handed me the locket Cam had been saving up for for years.
"He wanted you to have this."
I made it home before I flew to pieces, the locket tucked safely around my neck.
As soon as I got to my room, I began ripping drawers out of dressers, slinging them across the room.
I screamed and cried.
I didn't eat.
I didn't sleep.
Finally, after a few weeks of this, I walked out.
I went downtown, to the hair salon.
I told the lady to dye it black, then streak pink through it somehow.
She didn't want to get rid of my blond hair.
I convinced her with a credit card.
After my hair was done, I went into shops I knew would have black-and-pink shirts.
I bought a bunch of shirts and some all black skirts, my black-and-pink tights, my armwarmers.
At home, I sewed pink onto the skirts.
I stole my brother's old combat boots.
I loaded on eyeliner, pink, black, and grey eyeshadow.
I painted my nails black.
No longer was I Cam's Siren.
I was ready to embrace my new persona.
Siren LaRusse.
I froze my emotions.
I froze everything about me.
I became cold.
I hated everything.
Because everything I love had been ripped from me.
My name is Siren.
And I'm still heartbroken.
~Say Goodbye~
It's such an odd combination, you say.
I say it fits perfectly with me.
Cam, my Seer boyfriend, always said he loved seeing me wear pink.
He died four years ago in a horrible car wreck.
I'm still in mourning for him.
Because we never fixed everything before he died.
The morning before, he told me that he hated me all along.
It was just a sick dare.
I had gone looking for him when the wreck happened.
I was almost the first there.
The police had to pry me away from the car.
I was hysterical, clawing at the doors with my hands, trying to get Cam out.
Trying to save him.
I fought the police with all of my power and wrestled away long enough to get a good look at him.
He was horribly disfigured, grotesque.
But I loved him still.
And I cried.
I cried so hard no one touched me for days.
Finally, one of his friends got up the courage to talk to me.
He said that Cam just wanted me to feel free.
He said Cam knew he was going to die.
He handed me the locket Cam had been saving up for for years.
"He wanted you to have this."
I made it home before I flew to pieces, the locket tucked safely around my neck.
As soon as I got to my room, I began ripping drawers out of dressers, slinging them across the room.
I screamed and cried.
I didn't eat.
I didn't sleep.
Finally, after a few weeks of this, I walked out.
I went downtown, to the hair salon.
I told the lady to dye it black, then streak pink through it somehow.
She didn't want to get rid of my blond hair.
I convinced her with a credit card.
After my hair was done, I went into shops I knew would have black-and-pink shirts.
I bought a bunch of shirts and some all black skirts, my black-and-pink tights, my armwarmers.
At home, I sewed pink onto the skirts.
I stole my brother's old combat boots.
I loaded on eyeliner, pink, black, and grey eyeshadow.
I painted my nails black.
No longer was I Cam's Siren.
I was ready to embrace my new persona.
Siren LaRusse.
I froze my emotions.
I froze everything about me.
I became cold.
I hated everything.
Because everything I love had been ripped from me.
My name is Siren.
And I'm still heartbroken.
~Say Goodbye~