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| User: | artemisdragon (2287273) Twisted Mind of a Dragon Amazon
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| Name: | artemisdragon | |||||
| Website: | Friends at Blurty | |||||
| Location: | Antelope Valley, California, United States | |||||
| Birthdate: | 1983-10-04 | |||||
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| AOL IM: |  TheAd_104 (Add Buddy, Send Message) | |||||
| Bio: | ok, This is about me. Everything from A to Z, Get ready to take a walk into my world. My name is Heather and I was born on October 4th 1983. I was born in Antelope Valley California and have lived here since birth. I live with my Mother, 16 Year old Half-Sister, and Step Dad. I am my Father's oldest, My father has 3 other children with another women; 17 year old-half sister, 15 year old half-brother, and 10 year old half-brother. I haven't seen them since our father killed his self in 95. I am my mother's middle child. I have a 21 year old Half-sister that grew up with my mother's parents, and my 16 year old half-sister. I grew up as the oldest since my 21 year old half-sister was adopted by my mother's grandparents. My step-dad as been the only father I really have known, I'll explain in a bit. I am the oldest grandchild on my father's sister and the 3rd oldest on my mother's side. I was suppose to be a Boy and named Andrew, but I decided at the last moment to be a girl. ^_^ My name Heather means Mountain Flower, Solitude. I am a MAJOR TomBoy, I rollerblade and Mountain Bike with no protective gear, because if you're ment to get hurt you will. I'm into animes and Boy Stuff, I Love Hot Topic and Rock Music. I am 50% Native American - 25% Sioux (Mother) 25% Cherokee (Father), 25% German, 25% Scottish, Irish, English, and such. My Ancestors are Sitting Bull and Jesse and Frank James. I am a Praciticeing Wiccan, I believe in Christian, Catholic, and Native American believes. My favorite colors are Blues, my favborite Number is 4 and my favorite Hoilday/Day is Halloween. My real father was a wild, reckless guy. He was in the Navy, but was discharged because the Navy lied to him. He jumped off a water tower and broke his leg, thats when my mom met him. Sadly, he was into Alcholic and Drugs. My mom finally left him after he started to be mean and such. She left and he killed her puppy and broke her kitty's leg. My mom found out she was pregnant with me and he said "it's not mine". He didn't claim me, he didn't want me. His mother and family claimed me right away, they loved me and still do. I didn't know who my dad was till I was about 5 or so, to me he was uncle and my step-dad was dad. I don't know anything about my dad.... and that hurts me, I want to know what he was like. What his favorites where.... but most of all, I want to Know if he loved me?.... In 1995 Ocotber 12th, 8 days after my 12th birthday.... I remember my mom was acting werid all day and then my aunt (His sister) called me.... I rememeber those words perfectly.... "Heather, you remember when you'r mom told you who your dad was? I wanted to be there in person to tell you, but I couldn't make it.... Heather he's dead...." I dropped the phone and started to cry and my mom hugged me tight and talked to my aunt for a bit. My mom wasn't going to lie to me, so she told me the truth.... He was playing Russian Roulette with friends in Arizona and he was high and drunk.... They decided not to play anymore and where cleaning up and supposely he put the gun to his head and said "Look at me, I'm going to blow my brains out." He did.... I never got to tell him I loved him.... I never even got to say Good-Bye. It hurts I wasn't suppose to know the truth, only the lie and the lie was "he was cleaning the gun and it when off." Either way He killed hisself.... October 30th.... We spread his ashes out over a Mountain (which I can see from my house) and played Vince Gill's "Go Rest High on That Mountain." That was the last time I saw my siblings. Not long after he died I started to be woke up at night by a Man's voice calling my Name, It still happens to this day and sometimes I can feel a hand on my shoulder. I hate him.... I hate my father, but yet I still love him. I think to the future and look at everything he'll miss of me and my siblings. It hurts alot, You think you got all this time and then BOOM its gone and times ran out. Everyone says I look like him, I got his wild and reckless strike.... Well there right. My step-dad has been my father since well, I was born. He loves me like his daughter and he tells people I am his daughter. He's not perfect and well he's not the totally opposite of my father. He has a 24 year old son, and my 16 year-old sister. His son's mother went Crazy and was locked up in an asylum, since he (My step-dad) had a police record, he wasn't fit to be given custody of his son. So his son spent a few years in a foster home till my step-dad's parents (my grandparents) could get custody of him. A little after they got custody of him there other grandson's mother (there daughter) died and they took him in too, cause his father had died a few years earlier. So they raised there 2 grandson as brothers and my step-brother saw us and my step-dad regular, cause they only lived across town. My step-dad has always been off and on into drugs and such. He's been to prison many times and kicked out of our house many times too. My step-brother has always protected me and our sister. He's not really my step-brother, I consisder him my brother. My big brother. Sadly as years passed he got into trouble and spend years in Junvile Hall. He was into drugs and such. At this time he is serveing a possible Life sentence in a prison in Michigan after he robbed a cop's house here in California and ran. They caught him in Mich. and he's been there for a while. Sadly his life is over, he will never be a normal free citizen. My step-dad has been diagonised with Heptitis B and C. Sadly his liver is too far gone, plus he is a clinical depression/Psychotic. My mother is the backbone of our family. She has held us together through hell. She never lied to me and always no matter what age I was feed me the truth. She also let me watch Horror films at a young age and never hid anything from me. When my step-dad was arrest she told me why. Now Me. I was raised in the Poorest of Poor. I broke my Right Arm's lower 2 bones clean in Half when I was 3. I was trying to be a G.I. Joe and go down a Zip Line (The laundry line in the front yard) and I fell and the crate and chair I used to climbed up to the wire fall with me and landed on my arm. I didn't cry, instead I walked in the house and said "Mommy, I hurt my arm." My mom looked at it and freaked out, then I cried. The doctors attempted to set the bones, which almost poked out of my skin, back in place and I kicked, Spit, and cussed them out. I gave a nurse a black eye and another doctor a blood nose. Child Services talked to me about my arm, cause they thought my mom did it, I told them what happened and they believed me. When I was 5 I jumped off a brick wall and landed in a pile of glass. I cut my left palm up badly and my friend told me to put my hand to the sky and run to my mom. So my whole left side was covered in Blood and my mom freaked again. Which made me cry. I got stiches in my palm, after the doctors tied me down, so I couldn't kick or hit them, they had to make me open my hand cause I had made a fist and refused. Anyways I started Kindergraden late cause of it. When I was 8 I got hit in the head by a car speaker I had thrown into the air, I didn't get stiches. Two months later I got hit in the same spot again, by a Traffic Light Post's Nut (Those are huge). I cracked my head again, only the skin, but I got nasty scar tissue that feels like my skull is cracked. When I was 15 I crashed into a tree on my bike and flipped over the handlebars and laned on my side (I wasn't wearing a helmet) I got a nasty Punture Wound on my leg and I have no idea where I hit it. Either way it hit a vien and the blood was black and nasty looking. ok, enough with my injuries. My first and Only Boyfriend was in 7th and 8th grade. He was my last because of what he did to me, which caused a fear of having a B/F. He hit me.... For No reason or such.... He hit me and I would hit him back, My 13th Birthday he backhanded me on the bus home and I'm not sure why. He gave me a Hamster that day at my party. I loved him and I still do, He moved away and I haven't seen him since.... When I got into High-School I couldn't handled it and was put on Indentpent Study, where I only go to school once a week for 2 hours to take test and do packets of work at home. Age 18, I finished school and joined the Army.... I was so freaking stupid. I turned 19 before I left for basic, I got there and it was so disorganized and everything. So freaking Stupid. I started to hear voices again and I couldn't handle it so I attempted to jump out a window after hearing I would be deployed to Iraq. I was then discharged and I find myself at home now, after a couple days in the Mental Ward at Fort Jackson's Hosiptal. I'm still getting screwed with and it's freaking Annoying. I have a family history of Mental Illness and I got a History with Mental Illness myself. I have always seen and heard what wasn't there. Talked to myself and had invisible friends (still do) and when my dad died I got hit with a Major Depression and fears. I fear Death and Germs and Trash Cans. I can't shake the depression or the fears.... I also go OCD, Where I wash my hands consisitenly and have to get up every hour or so to check and make sure that the stove and oven is off, the window and doors are lock and such. I don't sleep too good, because of that and also because I hear voices and see shadows and stuff. I get major Headaches and I get confused really easliy. I am attempting to get my life back on track, but I've faced it.... My life is Over. NO, I'm not going to kill myself.... it's just I don't run my life anymore. Well thats it.... | |||||
| Interests: | 15: aliens, angels, apples, blue, classic music, clouds, elephants, fantasy, korn, monkeys, music, pickles, pink, shiney stuff, ufos | |||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||
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| Friend of: | 5: crazydux, daikaze, digifaith, mitsu_kiyonari, ultraghosty | |||||
| Account type: | Basic Account | |||||
