âDo you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?â
Full Name: Grace Miller Hayden Mitchell
Age: 24
Gender: Non Binary
Occupation: Veterinarian at the Pet Clinic
Residential Area: Haverford
Face Claim: Penelope Mitchell
Thereâs nothing wrong with being a good girl. Or so, thatâs what Hayden was always encouraged to think when she was growing up. Her father being a priest of the Haverford church and mother conducting Sunday school for children between 6 and 12, Hayden wasnât very informed about what sort of people there were in the world. To her, there was good and then there was bad. She wanted to be good. Because faith told her she would be rewarded for it. So she went to be every night at ten thirty, always had her homework in on time and never went out with a boy alone without consulting her father first. She wore the outfits her mother approved and braided her wild hair to make it tame. Their home was filled with humble family portraits and her motherâs sweet smelling perfume.
But when Hayden turned fifteen, that all changed.
It was just like every other day at school, she had hugged her friend goodbye before waiting on the street for her older brother to take her home. She rocked back on her heels before remembering what her mother said about posture, straightening her shoulders just as she had heard a frantic cry. Hayden had turned to see a boy with thick raven hair taping a smaller boy to a pole, friends laughing all around. She had hated Hunter Clahoun from that point on wards, yelling at them to stop what they were doing to the poor boy. That night, she prayed that he would be shown mercy one day, and that perhaps he would see his wrongs and change for the better.
A few weeks later, her class had been set a project to be worked on in pairs. Holding pinkies with her best friend, the teacher split everyone into girl and boy, and the next moment Hayden was staring Hunter right in his smug face. But after working for weeks on a single project, the more Hayden began to find his personality addictive. It all began one afternoon she had forgotten to tell her father that she had been going to the park to work on the project with Hunter â but instead of work, heâd wanted to play. And play they did. Hayden arrived home way after curfew with a ripped dress and dirt on her hands. Her parents were appalled.
After that, she agreed to go to a bonfire with him. He showed her a way of living she had never experienced, and for a while she would do his homework to keep him from failing. A few months passed and eventually, her parents didnât even recognize her. No longer was she referred to as Grace, her given name at birth. No longer did she keep her hair in a braid â not after Hunter had told her how good it looked set loose. No longer did she go to bed before the sun started to rise and eventually, she barely went to church. No longer did the portraits in her house look humble, they looked stiff, and no longer was her motherâs perfume sweet â it was sickly.
Her parents had done everything they could, threatening her and threatening Hunter, taking things away and laying down more rules. But the one thing they couldnât take away from Hayden, was her freedom. Hunter made sure of that, and when the law had restricted his by sending him to a juvenile delinquents center, she visited him as often as they would allow. He had finally broke her out of the shell of a life she was living, she owed it to him to be there when he needed her.
Finally, the day had come. Hayden had made herself look pretty and wore Hunterâs favorite shirt, turning up at the new institution, ready for pick up for the boy she had come to love. But as sheâd introduced herself cheerily, trying to still her racing heart⌠âIâm here for Hunter Clahoun, heâs getting out today.â The guard told her something unbelievable, âHeâs already been released.â It didnât make any sense, she had told him when she was going to pick him up, he had promised her. They were going to do it together, like everything else.
Hayden sat by her phone all night, until the horizon got light. She turned her phone over constantly, but there was nothing. No missed calls, no messages. Days turned into weeks which turned into months. Whatever had happened to Hunter, he was just⌠gone.
Now, she was them and her was their. Hayden had never done freedom by themselves before, and the more they got used to it the more Hayden lost control of everything. They went to clubs and bars in the city they had never heard of before, and that was where they lost their previous identity and gained a new one. Her old skin was uncomfortable, it felt like Church songs and the prayers of their parents. Hayden wanted nothing to do with it, so they moved out to work briefly in a catering service run by a woman and her brother. They owned an open house, which mean that anyone could come and go as they pleased. Hayden scored a room next to a girl she had had a crush on or a brief time, before the girl had left to join the army. Everything was so fleeting now, today Hayden was alive, tomorrow they could be dead.
They sometimes think about where they started from, but with a bitterness in their mouth that tastes like an old life. Hayden doesnât want anything to do with it now. They are their own person now, and they have never felt more free.
Hayden is complex, and they donât allow anyone to understand them at a close distance. Struggling with their sense of identity and their gorish past, theyâve become extremely secretive and taciturn at best. Some people might even say they have a somewhat catatonic vibe, until something upsets them, by which Hayden is known to lash out and lose their temper in a chaotic manner. Theyâre blunt and depressing, their views of the world are bleak and honest, but warped. Hayden is the representation of a person whoâs had everything taken from them, and is still struggling on finding themselves.
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