Post by Delilah St.James on Feb 11, 2013 0:42:38 GMT -5
[/size][/b]DELILAH FAITH ST.JAMES
TWENTY ONE ■ FEMALE ■ HOMOFLEXIBLE ■ 5'6" ■ PETITE
DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER ■ HIGH-RISK
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As the years went on and Delilah got older the punishments began getting worse. She would be forced to wash her mouth out with bleach for talking back to her parents, sit in tubs of scalding hot water if her father believed she was having impure thoughts. To wash away her sin.
Anthony monitored all of the punishment. Especially the bathing.
They turned the basement of the house into her "bedroom" when her mom got pregnant with their second child. The baby was a boy, her parents new hope at a good child. It was more like a prison down there. She had a bed. That was it. Nothing on the walls, no television, no windows, two outfits that she had to hand-wash in the sink of the half bath that they had installed. She wasn't allowed to leave the basement for any reason.
Delilah had developed many personalities by the age of ten.
There was Story, she was a lot of fun. She had a pretty big imagination. Loved making up stories and playing games with Delilah. She was really good at make believe.
Then there was Amber, she was kind of scared of everything. Very timid.
Her least favorite was Alyssa. She was mean. She got Delilah into trouble a lot by saying things, and doing things, that she shouldn't.
Her parents didn't believe Delilah when she told them that she wasn't the one who did those things, Alyssa was. It just made the punishments worse.
At eleven, when the baby was born, Delilahs mom stopped coming with her father to read from the bible at night. That was when the real punishment started. She remembered the first time he forced himself onto her. He told her that God had commanded him to do it, that he was going to fuck the evil out of her, and if she tried to tell anyone he was going to kill her. She tried to protest, once, but that just ended with a broken nose. It was an every night event.
Alyssa took most of the attacks for Delilah. Alyssa was stronger, harder, she knew she could handle it.
Delilah reached puberty by the time she was thirteen years of age. It wasn't long after that Delilah was pregnant with her first child.
One would think that things would end there, but they'd be wrong.
Her parents took the child in as their own, raising it as their sons brother, and the punishments got worse.
Eight years and three children later something finally snapped in Dalilah. It was Alyssa. She had had enough.
One night, when Alyssa knew everyone in the house would be asleep she picked the lock that kept her confined to the basement. She hadn't seen the house in over ten years, but she still remembered where Delilahs parents bedroom was. Grabbing herself a knife from the kitchen Alyssa went to town. She started with her father. She woke him up, so he would know what was happening. He attempted to fight, but Alyssa was much smaller, and faster, than he was. She slit his throat, before stabbing him twenty three times in the chest.
Her mother was next. She was sleeping on her stomach, so her back was where she got the knife. Forty seven times. Until Alyssas arm was too tired to continue.
A neighbor heard on of the children screaming and called the police. It was too late, by the time they got there everyone in the house was dead.
It took a long time to figure out what had happened. Delilah had been locked in the basement for so long that everyone had forgotten she even existed at all. She had no identification, nothing.
She was diagnosed with d.i.d and they had no choice but to throw her in the asylum. She was brought in three days ago.
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THIS CHARACTER HAS BEEN CREATED BY SHANNON ELIZABETH.
TEMPLATE CREATED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE.
[/font][/center]THIS CHARACTER HAS BEEN CREATED BY SHANNON ELIZABETH.
TEMPLATE CREATED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE.
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