Lori Chessler

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- - - - - Lori Diane Chessler.

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WELCOME TO SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA. FIRST, WE NEED TO GET TO KNOW A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOU. TELL US YOUR NAME, NICKNAMES, AGE, JOB, ETC.

" Heya, the name is Lori. It's pretty bland I guess. You can call me Lor, or Lors if you want ! I'm Seventeen years old having just celebrated my birthday earlier in the year. I'm currently unemployed looking for work, I'm thinking of ditching school it sucks hard. "


NOW TELL US ABOUT YOUR LIKES, DISLIKES, AND JUST YOUR PERSONALITY IN GENERAL. WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU? BE DESCRIPTIVE SO WE CAN GET TO KNOW THE REAL YOU.

" I'm not really what you would call a typical girl, I like skating and surfing, baggy jeans and tank tops. I'm pretty hyper always happy to see everyone, I'm up for anything at all. Give me a challenge and I'm there! However, I do tend to find I push people away sometimes, ice up when i'm around people I care for. I don't know what causes me to do this, I do know it's something that costs me friends. I love sunshine and the surf, diving and skating. I love hot weather but I've always had a soft spot for the rain. It's comforting. I get pretty lonely sometimes, I don't really find myself that endearing, I've been out with a few guys. I've never really had a serious thing. Not that commitment scares me, it totally does not. I'm cool with whatever. "


LET'S DIVE INTO YOUR HISTORY. NOTHING IS TOO PERSONAL. TELL US ABOUT WHERE YOU'RE FROM AND HOW YOU ENDED UP IN THE LAND DOWN UNDER.

" I was born right here is Aussie, Noosa to be exact. My whole family lives there. The beach is awesome, the food it's great. I lived with my nana and grandpop for most of my childhood. My parents were always travelling the globe so caught up in their own little worlds they forgot about me. I was fine though, not that they cared. I grew up watching sports with my pop and getting lectured about my almost boyish tendancies from my nana. I fell in love at thirteen and fell out of love again promptly after. I had no siblings, no pets, no uncles, cousins, aunties. I was pretty much alone. On my when I turned seventeenwe all packed our bags to move to the big city on a mission to do something with my self. So here I am..In Sydney. "


you can call me Bee. i'm spinning Fifteen tracks on my record and i hang out in the pacific timezone. alrighty, don't hate at me just because i'm using Willa Holland's face, he/she falls into the Skater group. just in case you're looking for me, i also play NOBODY ELSE. did you hear about the word? password is the word. k, let's do this.

I am falling, I am losing my grip on reality. I claw, reach, scream out in desperation but nothing is heard. I don't understand reason any longer, what day is it. It must have been hours, days, months since I last opened my eyes. I force them back but no movement is made. I hear a voice, a stutter, a whisper and then. Nothing. I know nothing well, in the time I have spent in this uncomfortable darkness Nothing has become my companion. I am cold. My fingertips stay still as I try to twitch them.

I am breathing but not on my own, I am alive...not without aid. I can hear, think and smell. I cannot talk, see, feel. Why am I stuck, unmoving, frozen by time and by my own mind. The voice is back, whisper not, talk. I need you now, wake me. Beep. And then another. I am aware of my heart, I can hear it. It beats slowly, lulling my mind to sleep with it's wavering yet melodic thump...Thump. Please I beg of you, I want to feel once more, see once more. I hear a word. Just one word and then the undoubtable feeling of panic sweeps through me. Goodbye. Is it possible to loose your mind without realising it? I see lights, a spiral a flicker. The smallest fragmented breath escapes an unseen mouth. I hope with all my might they will realise. Touch my eyes, open them!


I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, ripping at my ribs tearing my insides to shreds. All it wants is to be free of my body, to finally stop. I want this, to be able to stop trying. The thought almost tears me from my sleep, but the grip it has over me is judt too strong. I am hurting it started dull and thumping and now it's ripping it's way through my limbs. It's tearing at them, scratching.

I feel inhuman, I can almost see the room around me. People staring in shock, with unbelieving eyes. They sit so still, so painfully still I wouldn't dare look longer than a second, i would be too afraid of disrupting the scene. I feel as though I'm slipping through a million cracks, I try to reassemble myself but I am unable to do so. I am drifting futhur and futhur away.

I am cold.

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