DEVEREAUX, analisse noelle [done]

[analisse]

she keeps a list of the qualities a good girl lacks

ANALISSE NOELLE DEVEREAUX
ana. twenty six. female. bisexual. immortal. dark. dorki.

Analisse was born and raised - for the most part - in a very small town in France on Christmas Eve. You would have thought she was her mother’s Christmas miracle, but instead, Analisse was the exact opposite. Her mother, Adele, never wanted the baby. On the wrong side of the tracks is a perfect way to describe where her tiny house was set. She lived with her single mother from the day she was born until around the age of three when her grandmother stepped in to aid with the care of the newly born child. Her mother was never ready for a child, let alone having the desire to give up all of herself for one. An infant needs the whole of a person to be dedicated to them and it's safe to say that Adele did not even give half. Heroin played a small part in this, but distaste took on a bigger role with the neglect. She couldn't really care about whether or not her daughter was doing fine, and she finally caved in and let her mother move in to care for the poor thing rather than stopping by to watch her daily. With this help, Analisse was finally given that bit of attention she really needed to get by and start elementary school. This peak of hope didn't last long for baby Analisse though .

Around the age of eight, maybe nine, her mother was finally done with taking care of a child. She was a bitter woman, if not sick, and simply didn't want to deal with a whiny child anymore. Not that she bothered in the first place , she was just really sick of having her around . Adele didn’t want the child the first place. Logically, Adele could have left Analisse with her grandmother, but her grandmother was on her last few years and then she'd more than likely be stuck with the little thing again. In a last ditch effort to free herself of all ties of children, she took Analisse away one day. Not to foster care, no , something much worse . Pretending to be heading off to the park with her young daughter, she was really headed toward the outskirts of town. There she was meeting man. You see, in Europe sex trafficking is something that is heavily hidden, but heavily relevant at the same time . It’s not unheard of for people to go missing and end up subjected to the dirty and painful world that is brushed under the rug in Europe. And that is exactly where Analisse was headed.

Her mother and the man stepped out of the car and the same time, and as confused as Analisse was she let her mother guide herself out as well. Her questions were hushed as she was guided across the very small space toward the man’s outstretched arms. It wasn't until her tiny hand was placed into his rough one that she realized her mother was leaving. Her outcries went unanswered though, and when she was just about to tug away from his grip he clasped on without hesitation or mercy. The tears didn't stop her mother from turning her back on her poor child, neither did the screams. She was wretched into the backseat of the car and locked there, no clue what she was about to be subjected to .

Happy birthday Analisse. Hope you like the present your mama gave you.

The next few years were nothing less than a horror story for her, and some she literally refuses to talk about let alone think about. This is the one memory that she has locked away in the deepest, darkest corners of her mind. She refused to remember the times when her life hit rock bottom and her self worth was slim, almost nonexistent. She was sold, time and time again to strangers and literally all she could see in the mirror was disgust. Utter disgust to whom and what she was. Her childhood was practically ripped away from her. There were actually some guys who were kind to her and tried to help her, but in the end, she would refuse because she was terrified of the consequences. She didn’t want to put the men in danger. Hell. She didn’t even know if she could trust them or not.

Her escape was something close to a miracle, though. At one particular hotel, Analissa just going through the painful motions of her now daily life after dealing with nearly eight years of this torment, she found herself a perfect get away. A chance to finally escape. The police had been tracking her current owner for around a month, not for her in particular, but just on the notion of what this man was doing. Analisse climbed on top of the man who had bought her. She was getting ready to do whatever the man told him. Suddenly, the door flung open and men swarmed in the room. The police busted the hotel they were staying at, and as soon as Analisse got a chance she booked it. She ran as fast as she could, refusing to look behind her.

Analisse felt like her was so close to freedom when she saw the exit of the hotel. She sprinted out the door. She was grabbed by a man near the doorway outside and thinking she was losing her only chance of escape, she struggled like a wild animal. She screamed, she struggled and fought back. All her knew was that she was not going to lose this chance. After several minutes of struggle and screaming, the female finally gave up. This was the police, though, and after nearly fighting her for twenty minutes they finally calmed her enough to let her know she was now safe. From there , after a while of being hospitalized and detoxed, a lot of cour , trials , and legal troubles, she was finally ready to lead a normal life again . Or as normal as a life could get. She was never ever going to have to forget what was done to her.

For her safety and protection, Analisse was sent to live in the states. Of course, learning a new entire language and fitting into a new lifestyle was difficult for her. There she was living with her first of many foster homes. She started up therapy, her post-traumatic stress putting a major hindrance on her getting along alright in high school. People made fun her. People bullied her. She was a terrified girl who didn’t know what the hell was going on. Analisse was shy and didn’t talk a lot during school because of her thick accent. She had a hard time adjusting to everything. It was then she began seeing things, such as colors around people. She also began hearing other’s thoughts. She wasn’t quite sure what it was, but either way, she tried to ignore it. There were points in life where she wished she was back in France again.

Due to not fitting in and issues with her and her foster parents, Analisse bounced around a few times until finally finding herself in a home she felt loved. This home was with her current parents, Justin and Amelia. These are the closest and only people she calls family, and that she gives every ounce of her love to. They treat her like she is her actual daughter, despite how old she was upon moving in with them and all the troubles she has been through. It’s safe to say they are loaded, completely loaded really, but it's something that never went to their heads. Her father is a plastic surgeon - and putting aside common beliefs, her mother doesn't have a fake nose and set of new boobs, and she isn't a gold digger. She’s around the same age as him and naturally beautiful - at least Analisse thinks so. She was finally getting on right with life.

When it came to things that Analisse liked, she was quite simple. She liked money and having money. She enjoyed wearing the most expensive jewelry. She liked shopping and having something different to wear every day. She found a certain fascination with visual arts. She even began taking art classes to learn how to draw, and paint. She likes getting what she wants. She liked coffee and driving expensive cars but more than just about anything, she enjoyed the wealth that she was showered in. She never really had anything when she was in France. Better yet, she rarely got whatever she wanted. And now that she did, she become, well, obsessed with money. Relationships didn’t really last too long with Analisse because of her addiction to this but she was, at least for the most part.

Now finally graduated from high school, Analisse decided to take a leave home because she didn’t want to feel like a burden to her parents. She didn’t want her parent providing her with money because they had done so much for her already. She wanted to face the world. It surprised her parents greatly because being entirely alone in an area is something she is never comfortable with, but this was something she felt she needed to do. Annalisse went away, with financial help from her parents, to live in Manuka. Here, Analisse righted herself again. With a new found confidence, getting an internship at a law firm and with bits of modeling on the side, she felt like her life was back on track. She’s never too comfortable with photographers, which is why she shy's away from the career so heavily. But she's finally something close to happy again.

Living alone, she had run into some kinds of financial problems. She began forging bonds, conning people and stealing valuable art pieces. And hell, she was good at what she did. She had done a couple gigs here and there, getting money and confiscating art from others. Later one, she had chosen her next target, Grayson, a cop and a very wealthy man. Most likely, he was a trust fund baby. Everything was planned out in her head, she was going to break into his house and steal the famous art piece, just like any other job she had done in the past. This was going to be easy. Besides, he was just another guy, right? Right. That night, she tried to break into the house, only to find out that the security was heavy. So then she had to make up a plan B, she was going to get to know him and get into his house.

It was until she had ‘accidentally’ ran into Grayson out on the streets. She soon realized that he was the cop that saved her in France. He was the one who had found her in the hotel. In other words, she didn’t want to steal from him because she felt like she owed him. They struck up a conversation and began talking. It soon led to a date. Then that led to more dates. It was one thing led the other. He would take her out on the dates and try to flatter her, without trying to get into her pants. He would take her out on fancy dates. She would notice colors around him too. Sometimes, she would hear his thoughts. He liked her. He really did. And that was something she knew. One day, he gave her a promise ring with a statement of why he loved her and that’s when she realized one thing; he was too good for her. She didn’t deserve to be with someone like him. He was too good. She left him too, leaving the promise ring, a small note and a broken heart.

“Grayson

I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Goodbye.

-Analisse"

It hurt leaving him, but she had to deal with it. In all honesty, she would have never thought that her relationship would end, but it did. Now, a short while later, Analisse has to continue on with her life. She’s a cold, hard bitch, but she's still going on with her head held high. Analisse is positively and entirely cold, in every sense of the word. She’s cold hearted and cold minded, hell; she wouldn't be surprised if she were cold touch. Her faith in humanity has dropped to literally nothing after she's been spit on time and time again by the actions others will do. Sure, she could have handled the things in her life better, actually grew from them and bettered herself, but she just seemed to harden with each passing day. In her mind, she's better and stronger, but honestly, she's just hiding the hurt from not only the world, but herself. It’s safe to say she never properly mourned over any of the loses in her life so the pain is waiting on the brim, just waiting for a nudge or a bump to cause it all to spill over. No, that is not an excuse for the way that she will and does act at times, but she likes to think it very damned well is. At the same time, Analisse is very hurt. Rather than crumbling from it, though, she's just growing a steel coat thicker and thicker every day. Inside she's quivering at times, but she likes to believe she's shut it all out and is growing still. She’s wounded and scared, but this is what she felt she needed to do if she ever wanted to fully heal from the hardship she'd endured.

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