ABOUT SABRINA

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TW: Mentions of child (sexual) abuse, prostitution and two instances of Stockholm Syndrome. Sections will be labelled accordingly and events will be kept vague.
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there's a reason she's alone

You grew up with a loving family. A mother, a father, as an only child. You were loved by your parents, both of which treated you just as any other parent would their daughter. At four, you were their little princess. There was nothing that they wouldn't give you, and there was nothing that you couldn't get by asking. You were put into music and dancing lessons; only the best for their little girl. You were loved in your family, by your family members such as aunts and uncles. You were a good little girl. You were a brat, but you were ultimately a well behaved and kind kiddo who had some sense of justice. This was actually a time in your life where you wanted to grow up to be just like your father; a cop who caught all the bad guys. You'd often jump around him, jump on him and wear the oversized cop hat while riding his shoulders. You fondly recall the days where your father will be holding you up by your legs, and you remember when your father would be running around the living room with you while you were pretending to be a police helicopter. [break][break]

You remember the days when your mother would be in the kitchen or around the house, probably baking cookies or something. Maybe prepping dinner, maybe making something that you and your father would love. You'd have that relationship where you and your dad would have inside jokes, where you could play ball and catch with him in the front or backyard for the hell of it. You had that relationship with your mother where you would insist on helping her in the kitchen, grabbing a chair from the dinner table and scooting over to help her with the vegetables and watch her as she prepared the meats. You were a curious little girl who would follow your mother everywhere she went to the grocery store. Sometimes you would watch with that undivided attention, and sometimes you'd risk running off because you just got so. Utterly. Bored. [break][break]

You were a good girl. You were a bad girl. You were loved for your confidence, and you were hated for your ego. You were mommy and daddy's little girl, and you recall being both loved and hated by your relatives for your spoiled behaviour. You convinced your parents to get you a cat, even going as far as to hide your allergy to the cat in fear that they would take your pet away when they found out. You were that kid who got too attached to her toys; the kid who was trying so hard to convince her parents not to throw away clothing that didn't fit or toys that didn't work. You were that kid who liked playing around with things, who liked exploring the world with your hands. You'd be sneaking into your mom's room when she wasn't home so you could steal her sewing kit. You'd play around with the things. You would prick yourself with the needle, and you would cry. You would grab the scissors to cut some things up, and you'll start crying when you end up cutting up your favourite shirt or dress. [break][break]

You were that girl who just didn't want to hurt anyone. You were that girl who loved the world around her, and you were that kid who would get herself in trouble. You were that endearing kid who loved the people around you. [break][break]

So where did it all go wrong?

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you can't pin her down

Mother died when she was eight years old. She and her father were always trying to pull through. Unfortunately he was diagnosed with bipolar-schizophrenia early on, with one of the triggers being his wife's death. Sabrina did everything she could to support her father, and therefore started maturing quicker so that they could help each other.

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because no one needs her home

TW: Child Abuse [break][break]

Father slowly begins to show a slow descent into instability. Begins to project his passed wife onto his daughter, and begins to force her into acting accordingly. At 9, her father goes from her "father" to her "husband" and rapist. Drills thoughts into a young Sabrina's head and drives her into a major case of Stockholm Syndrome. Her father often drugged her with anti-depressants to sedate her - drugs that soon became an involuntary addiction.

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"so don't be sad because i roam

TW: Witnessed Suicide [break][break]

Treatment continued until she was about fifteen. At fifteen, her father finally had reality strike him, and he finally realized that he had been abusing his daughter and that his wife was dead. Overcome with grief fr a second time, and due to an unstable state, he committed suicide by trapping himself in his car and filling it with Carbon monoxide before he went to work. Sabrina found this scene before she was about to go to school.

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it keeps me alive"

Eventually brought into foster homes. The unfamiliar environment was a change for her. Unfortunately going from a strictly confined environment to a free one didn't bode well for her, and she often began rebelling more in her teenage years. Due to this, her relatives refused to put up with her for any reasons asides from child support. She constantly ran away from her foster homes, or she was tossed out because she was too much for the family. She had a few troubles with substance abuse, but ultimately was able to get over it through therapy.

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to impress her - it's too damn hard

Her foster family threw her out when she was eighteen, unable to withstand her behaviour. Sabrina was left out on the streets; a high school drop out and no eligibility to get into university.

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to say "i love you" without going too far

TW: Prostitution [break][break]

Resorted the prostitution in order to make money to survive; sold her body to have a place to sleep and food to eat.

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if i see her again i promise i won't cry

Met a young man when she was twenty. Told her that he would get a job and would get money so that they could run away together and start over. Starry-eyed and naively in love, she believed in him. Unfortunately, he took videos of them when they slept together without her consent and sold the tapes for money. When it was leaked on the internet, she received violent backlash from the media. When she tried to leave him, he'd threaten suicide and would do everything he could to keep her on a leash.

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she doesn't come back much

Publicly humiliated and broke, she wandered around trying to get by. Eventually met a man who was much older; she was eventually used as a way to relieve stress; all behind the man's wife and child's back. She was given the chance to move with Seattle with him to support her, albeit directly and in secret. Tempted by the offer of a fresh start, she agreed and ran away from Detroit with him.

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no one misses her like i do

Unfortunately, her ex still occasionally calls her up. He has driven from Detroit down to Seattle just to see her, and it has gotten to the point where he tracks her on her phone and GPS. She attempts to drown him out, and thus makes her own money on the side in a night club as a hostess. Hostess, that could easily turn into the occasional hookup or two for the fun of it; partially because she's grown to see no value in her own body anymore.

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i want her back but she's gone too far

Around the time of the revolution, she joined the operation through a fling. She was immediately convinced to join over; one to get her a decent job somewhere else and two, to give her a chance to give herself a life so she didn't have to rely on her "sugar daddy". See; it wasn't the law that saved her. It was the law that made people look down on her, and it was the law that made her social life a near living hell back in Detroit. From her time on the streets, she used that experience of talking an seduction to force information out from victims.

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call me
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