Post by Ellie on May 10, 2017 18:25:57 GMT -5
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“Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny…” -- C.S. Lewis
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First Name :: Nevaeh
Middle Name :: Blair
Surname :: Pevensie
Sobriquet :: ‘Neve’, Nevi
Surname :: Pevensie
Sobriquet :: ‘Neve’, Nevi
Pronunciation :: “neh-VAY"
Name Origin :: American
Name Meaning :: Heaven
Gender :: Female
Sexuality :: Heterosexual
Hourglass :: Sixteen
Date of Birth :: 1 January
Zodiac Sign :: Capricorn
Native Language :: English
Fluent In :: English
Knowledge Of :: Spanish
Heritage :: British English
Ethnicity :: Caucasian
Heritage :: British English
Ethnicity :: Caucasian
Nationality :: British
Species :: Human
Religion :: Christianity
Religion :: Christianity
Speech :: British
Affiliation :: Aravis
Role :: General
Status :: Alive & 'Okay'
Role :: General
Status :: Alive & 'Okay'
Location :: Lucy's Country House, U.K.
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Strength :: 57%
Speed :: 73%
Agility :: 80%
Stamina :: 81%
Reflexes :: 87%
Flexibility :: 89%
Intelligence :: 95%
Charisma :: 95%
Climbing :: 71%
Swimming :: 67%
Running :: 49%
Stealth :: 79%
Combat :: 71%
Grace :: 89%
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Natural Hair Colour :: Light Brown
Hair Length :: Long
Natural Hairstyle :: Wavy
Common Hairstyles :: Straight, Curly
Eye Colour :: Grey/Blue
Complexion :: Fair
Piercings :: Ears, Cartilage
Height :: 5’7” ft.
Weight :: Approx. 100 lb.*
Face Shape :: Round
Oddities :: Tiny Mole Next to Nose on L
Body :: Thin
* Cocaine tends to eat away most body fat
* Getting over an eating disorder
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Hair Length :: Long
Natural Hairstyle :: Wavy
Common Hairstyles :: Straight, Curly
Eye Colour :: Grey/Blue
Complexion :: Fair
Piercings :: Ears, Cartilage
Height :: 5’7” ft.
Weight :: Approx. 100 lb.*
Face Shape :: Round
Oddities :: Tiny Mole Next to Nose on L
Body :: Thin
* Cocaine tends to eat away most body fat
* Getting over an eating disorder
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Personality Type :: Ambivert
Alignment :: Neutral
Fears :: Exclusion, Reality
Sanity :: Sane (for the most part)
Purity :: 73%
Alignment :: Neutral
Fears :: Exclusion, Reality
Sanity :: Sane (for the most part)
Purity :: 73%
(+) Positive Traits :: Loyal, Ambitious, Passionate, Generous, Kind, Honest, Sociable, Controlled, Resourceful, Cute*
(0) Neutral Traits :: Energetic, Bold, Creative, Light Hearted, Sarcastic, Charming, Outgoing, Distrusting, Inhibited
(-) Negative Traits :: Possessive, Dominating, Impatient, Arrogant, Egoistic, Inflexible, Stubborn, Dictatorial, Aloof
* Her "cute" factor tends to get her what she wants
* Her "cute" factor tends to get her what she wants
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paternal side
Grandfather :: Edmund Pevensie (deceased)
Grandmother :: Rose Pevensie (alive)
Great Uncle :: Peter Pevensie (deceased)
Great Aunt :: Susan Pevensie (deceased)
Great Aunt :: Lucy Pevensie (alive)
Uncle :: Thomas Pevensie (alive)
Uncle :: Oliver Pevensie (alive)
Uncle :: Joshua Pevensie (alive)
Father :: Daniel Pevensie (alive)
maternal side
Grandfather :: Howard Adkins (deceased)
Grandmother :: Evelyn Adkins (alive)
Uncle :: Everett Adkins (alive)
Aunt :: Elaine Bolton (alive)
Mother :: Veronica Pevensie (alive)
siblings
Older Brother :: Oliver Pevensie (alive)
Twin Sister :: Adelaide Pevensie (alive)
Younger Sister :: Evelyn Pevensie (alive)
Grandfather :: Edmund Pevensie (deceased)
Grandmother :: Rose Pevensie (alive)
Great Uncle :: Peter Pevensie (deceased)
Great Aunt :: Susan Pevensie (deceased)
Great Aunt :: Lucy Pevensie (alive)
Uncle :: Thomas Pevensie (alive)
Uncle :: Oliver Pevensie (alive)
Uncle :: Joshua Pevensie (alive)
Father :: Daniel Pevensie (alive)
maternal side
Grandfather :: Howard Adkins (deceased)
Grandmother :: Evelyn Adkins (alive)
Uncle :: Everett Adkins (alive)
Aunt :: Elaine Bolton (alive)
Mother :: Veronica Pevensie (alive)
siblings
Older Brother :: Oliver Pevensie (alive)
Twin Sister :: Adelaide Pevensie (alive)
Younger Sister :: Evelyn Pevensie (alive)
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Neutral • | Acquaintance •• | Familiar ••• | Family ••••
Mixed Feelings • | Comfortable •• | Trust •••
Unsure • | Forming Bond •• | Friend ••• | Close Friend ••••
Cares For • | Protection •• | Platonic Love •••
Hesitant • | Stands up For •• | Defends •••
Noticed • | Pleased With •• | Gratitude •••
Indifferent • | Respect •• | Follower •••
Interest • | Crush •• | Love •••
Obedient • | Submission •• | Subdued •••
Distant • | Omit •• | Forgotten •••
Uneasy • | Uncomfortable •• | Awkward •••
Threat • | Intimidated •• | Fear •••
Irritation • | Suspicion •• | Enemy •••
Envy • | Loathsome •• | Revenge •••
Bitter • | Spite •• | Hatred •••
O L I V E R P E V E N S I E :: •••• ••• •• • :: Nevaeh isn't the most connected when it comes to family, but her relationship with Oliver is unusually distant. Sometimes she even forgets he's her brother. She's never had a 'real' conversation with him alone and any time spent together is with Eadlyn involved. But that doesn't stop Nevaeh from stealing his earbuds or french fries when he's not looking.
A D E L A I D E P E V E N S I E :: •••• ••• •• •• • • :: Nevaeh may be her twin, but she has no special 'twin bond' with Adelaide whatsoever. She has a bitter animosity towards the slightly older sister; Nevaeh blames Eadlyn for everything that happened between her and Nat. She tries to avoid her sister at all costs-- though, it's not all that easy. However, Nevaeh knows that Adelaide is the only one that can put Nevaeh in her place and that's frightening. She's always having to look over her shoulder, wondering if Adelaide is going to be there to tattle on her when she messes up.
E V E L Y N P E V E N S I E :: •••• ••• •• • :: Nevaeh has had very little interaction with Evelyn. They fight more than anything, but that's usually because Evelyn takes Nevaeh's things or plays in Nevaeh's bedroom without asking. Nevaeh is always having to tell Evelyn what her place is and to 'stay out of her way'. She's more agitated by her than anyone else in the family.
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Chapter One :: Don’t Call Me ‘Heaven’
Nevaeh's parents should've called her 'lleh' for she was far from 'heaven' and it's namesake. Veronica-- her mother-- remarked that she had given birth to Rosemary's baby, which Nevaeh never understood until she was in the fourth grade and she watched the classic horror flick at a friend's slumber party. She went home the next morning with balled fists and a bitter tongue. "Mum!" The wiry eight-year-old stormed in the kitchen, her face red and puffy from crying the night before. "I'm the devil?!?"
Veronica looked up from her cleaning, "Nevaeh, what you are talking about?"
"Rosemary!" The child stomped her foot. "Rosemary--Rosemary--Rosemary!" Nevaeh got so worked up that she had to hold her breath to keep from screaming, which led to her passing out on the kitchen floor. Veronica never dared call her 'Rosemary' again; and she much more careful with what she shared with her young daughter. That was the day Nevaeh lost all respect for her mother, but earned herself the power of control with a neat new trick-- fainting.
At seven years old, Nevaeh had total control over her household. If her mother refused to cook her favourite meal, buy her favourite snacks, watch her favourite movies... Nevaeh would hold her breath until her face turned purple and she passed out in whatever aisle they walking down. It worked for more than getting what she wanted. It also worked to keep her out of trouble and to avoid activities that she despised such as cleaning her room or doing the dishes.
Not only had this queued fainting become a habit-- it had become an addiction. It was first instinct-- no longer by choice. Her first response was to fall to the floor in an unconscious state. From ages seven to eleven, Nevaeh had never been in an argument. But in the sixth grade, Nevaeh took the 'trick' too far. During a presentation in her English class, Nevaeh stopped mid sentence of her reading and stood at the front of her class with her cheeks full of air. When the teacher noticed her face getting blue, she jogged to the front of the room. But at that point it was too late. Nevaeh passed out on the rug. After the school rushed her to the hospital, the counsellor asked what happened. Nevaeh's answer: 'I was bored'. In that moment, her parents knew that they had to do something about their daughter's disturbing behaviour.
Nevaeh's parents should've called her 'lleh' for she was far from 'heaven' and it's namesake. Veronica-- her mother-- remarked that she had given birth to Rosemary's baby, which Nevaeh never understood until she was in the fourth grade and she watched the classic horror flick at a friend's slumber party. She went home the next morning with balled fists and a bitter tongue. "Mum!" The wiry eight-year-old stormed in the kitchen, her face red and puffy from crying the night before. "I'm the devil?!?"
Veronica looked up from her cleaning, "Nevaeh, what you are talking about?"
"Rosemary!" The child stomped her foot. "Rosemary--Rosemary--Rosemary!" Nevaeh got so worked up that she had to hold her breath to keep from screaming, which led to her passing out on the kitchen floor. Veronica never dared call her 'Rosemary' again; and she much more careful with what she shared with her young daughter. That was the day Nevaeh lost all respect for her mother, but earned herself the power of control with a neat new trick-- fainting.
At seven years old, Nevaeh had total control over her household. If her mother refused to cook her favourite meal, buy her favourite snacks, watch her favourite movies... Nevaeh would hold her breath until her face turned purple and she passed out in whatever aisle they walking down. It worked for more than getting what she wanted. It also worked to keep her out of trouble and to avoid activities that she despised such as cleaning her room or doing the dishes.
Not only had this queued fainting become a habit-- it had become an addiction. It was first instinct-- no longer by choice. Her first response was to fall to the floor in an unconscious state. From ages seven to eleven, Nevaeh had never been in an argument. But in the sixth grade, Nevaeh took the 'trick' too far. During a presentation in her English class, Nevaeh stopped mid sentence of her reading and stood at the front of her class with her cheeks full of air. When the teacher noticed her face getting blue, she jogged to the front of the room. But at that point it was too late. Nevaeh passed out on the rug. After the school rushed her to the hospital, the counsellor asked what happened. Nevaeh's answer: 'I was bored'. In that moment, her parents knew that they had to do something about their daughter's disturbing behaviour.
Chapter Two :: Zak
Nevaeh spent the summer between sixth and seventh grade in a psychiatric hospital to work though her 'control issues'. But by the time she entered the seventh grade, she was only filled bitter animosity towards those who put her there in the hospital. She became a hardened version of the girl she once was. Nevaeh had lost most of her friends due to her absence and the unfamiliarity of her situation to a bunch of twelve year olds. She spent the first two weeks of seventh grade sitting along at lunch. No one wanted to sit with the 'fresh-out-of-rehab emotional freak'.
In the second week of school, Nevaeh was approached by an eighth grade boy, who was notorious for being the school's heartthrob. Nevaeh put down the book she was reading and looked up the dirty blonde with a charming grin. "Zak." He was introducing himself. "Nevaeh, right?" She nodded. "Cool." They both stared at each other for a few seconds of awkward silence before he smacked his lips together, grabbing her ears once again. "You free to hang after school?"
Nevaeh was taken by surprise, but her automatic response was: "Sure."
Zak introduced Nevaeh to all his older friends. She had officially become part of his 'gang' and the time she was in the eighth grade, Nevaeh and Zak were dating. Zak was more than an average teenager. He was one of the most popular guys in school, which automatically made Nevaeh popular. But he was also the most reckless guy in school. He had a credit card at age nine and had his daddy buy him out of trouble more times than not. When Nevaeh was welcomed into their friend group, she was exposed to a new kind of life. With Zak's overbearing influence, Nevaeh nearly drowned herself in alcohol, smoked her lungs to prunes, and burned her mind to extinction.
Chapter Three :: Reputation, Destruction, Addiction
Nevaeh spent the summer between sixth and seventh grade in a psychiatric hospital to work though her 'control issues'. But by the time she entered the seventh grade, she was only filled bitter animosity towards those who put her there in the hospital. She became a hardened version of the girl she once was. Nevaeh had lost most of her friends due to her absence and the unfamiliarity of her situation to a bunch of twelve year olds. She spent the first two weeks of seventh grade sitting along at lunch. No one wanted to sit with the 'fresh-out-of-rehab emotional freak'.
In the second week of school, Nevaeh was approached by an eighth grade boy, who was notorious for being the school's heartthrob. Nevaeh put down the book she was reading and looked up the dirty blonde with a charming grin. "Zak." He was introducing himself. "Nevaeh, right?" She nodded. "Cool." They both stared at each other for a few seconds of awkward silence before he smacked his lips together, grabbing her ears once again. "You free to hang after school?"
Nevaeh was taken by surprise, but her automatic response was: "Sure."
Zak introduced Nevaeh to all his older friends. She had officially become part of his 'gang' and the time she was in the eighth grade, Nevaeh and Zak were dating. Zak was more than an average teenager. He was one of the most popular guys in school, which automatically made Nevaeh popular. But he was also the most reckless guy in school. He had a credit card at age nine and had his daddy buy him out of trouble more times than not. When Nevaeh was welcomed into their friend group, she was exposed to a new kind of life. With Zak's overbearing influence, Nevaeh nearly drowned herself in alcohol, smoked her lungs to prunes, and burned her mind to extinction.
Chapter Three :: Reputation, Destruction, Addiction
"I can't remember who I was before..."
By the time high school came around, Nevaeh was only a shell of the girl she once was. She was barely alive-- a girl going through the motions. But she was popular and that was good enough for her.
"I'm staying at Kate's tonight," she told her mother, who never protested. Kate picked her up around 21:00 in a silver BMW. They drove to Alex's house in West Village to meet Zak and 'the guys' like every typical Friday night. Alex's parents owned a large house and were never home; it was a high school's hotspot for wild parties and unsupervised recreational drug and alcohol use. Nevaeh and Kate were regular attenders.
The music could be heard miles from the house. The front lawn was littered with beer cans and glass bottles. When they walked through the front door Zak's voice rang louder than the hundreds of cacophonous noises around them. "Nevaeh!" Her head titled towards the balcony straight in front her. Zak's had one hand in the air, holding a 40 oz. of rum in his palm, and he waved it around, splashing it all over the floor like a drunk idiot. "Get up here!" He had a wild look in his eyes, like he had secret just waiting to break out.
Nevaeh and Kate followed the boys to Alex's bathroom, a little puzzled at first. Lying out on the sink was a line of white crystal powder and a questionable straw cut in half. By the time Nevaeh was in the doorway, Zak finished snorting his line. "Go for it, babe." He looked at Nevaeh, stepping aside and slamming the door behind her, confining the five of them into the tiny bathroom. Nevaeh was no stranger to alcohol and recreational drugs, but the worst she had done was marijuana. Everyone was staring at her, waiting for her to take her turn. She wasn't even sure of what she was taking; but she didn't want to be the 'square' of the party. So, she pulled back her hair and leaned over the sink, holding one nostril closed. The straw placed delicately between her fingers, Nevaeh snorted her last crystal of freedom.
Nevaeh's new 'extracurricular' activities soon spilled into her home life. After spending the previous night high, Nevaeh would come home only half sober. She grew increasingly more agitated, picking fights with her siblings and having violent outbursts that made her little sister cry. At dinner, she couldn't shut up-- she was excessively talkative and hyperactive, never able to sit still for more than a few minutes. She had debilitating headaches and sporadic nosebleeds that ruined more than one of her pillow cases. She had no control over her emotions or thoughts. Her mother credited it to 'becoming a teenager'. But it was Adelaide, her fraternal twin sister, that could tell something was wrong. Maybe it was a twin thing...
Adelaide first suspected something when she walked into Nevaeh's room and saw Nevaeh had fallen asleep at her desk. Her nose was dripping blood, which at that point had spilled over her hand and stained her notebook, and her arm's muscle was twitching like a rabbits nose.
"Nevaeh?"
The slumbering brunette jumped up from her desk, wiping the back of her bloody hand on her nose. Her hands were shaking. "Shit." She mumbled.
Adelaide took a few steps backwards to shut the bedroom door and then found herself in the middle of the room. Her voice suddenly low, "Are you okay?" She asked. "You look--"
Nevaeh reached for the tissues on her desk and started wiping the blood from her nose and knuckles. "I'm fine. It's just nosebleed." Nevaeh was looking at her bloody hand that whole time she was speaking, not daring to look her sister in the eyes; instead, pretending to be too preoccupied with cleaning herself off than having a conversation with Adelaide.
"You were shaking--"
"I was cold!" Nevaeh insisted, the volume in her voice rising with the pitch. She took a short breath. "Why does it matter to you?"
"Just tell me if something is going on--"
"Nothing is going on!" Nevaeh insisted, almost believing it herself.
"Nevaeh--"
"Leave me the fuck alone! Okay?" Nevaeh screeched, feeling the sting of her hoarse voice scratch the inside of her throat.
Adelaide didn't look convinced, but there was no point in arguing. She would have to keep her eyes on her 'little sister', but for now, Nevaeh had won. "Fine." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I just came to tell you that supper is ready. Mum's waiting on you." She unfolded her arms and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Nevaeh wasn't afraid of her sister-- maybe she should've been.
By the time high school came around, Nevaeh was only a shell of the girl she once was. She was barely alive-- a girl going through the motions. But she was popular and that was good enough for her.
"I'm staying at Kate's tonight," she told her mother, who never protested. Kate picked her up around 21:00 in a silver BMW. They drove to Alex's house in West Village to meet Zak and 'the guys' like every typical Friday night. Alex's parents owned a large house and were never home; it was a high school's hotspot for wild parties and unsupervised recreational drug and alcohol use. Nevaeh and Kate were regular attenders.
The music could be heard miles from the house. The front lawn was littered with beer cans and glass bottles. When they walked through the front door Zak's voice rang louder than the hundreds of cacophonous noises around them. "Nevaeh!" Her head titled towards the balcony straight in front her. Zak's had one hand in the air, holding a 40 oz. of rum in his palm, and he waved it around, splashing it all over the floor like a drunk idiot. "Get up here!" He had a wild look in his eyes, like he had secret just waiting to break out.
Nevaeh and Kate followed the boys to Alex's bathroom, a little puzzled at first. Lying out on the sink was a line of white crystal powder and a questionable straw cut in half. By the time Nevaeh was in the doorway, Zak finished snorting his line. "Go for it, babe." He looked at Nevaeh, stepping aside and slamming the door behind her, confining the five of them into the tiny bathroom. Nevaeh was no stranger to alcohol and recreational drugs, but the worst she had done was marijuana. Everyone was staring at her, waiting for her to take her turn. She wasn't even sure of what she was taking; but she didn't want to be the 'square' of the party. So, she pulled back her hair and leaned over the sink, holding one nostril closed. The straw placed delicately between her fingers, Nevaeh snorted her last crystal of freedom.
Nevaeh's new 'extracurricular' activities soon spilled into her home life. After spending the previous night high, Nevaeh would come home only half sober. She grew increasingly more agitated, picking fights with her siblings and having violent outbursts that made her little sister cry. At dinner, she couldn't shut up-- she was excessively talkative and hyperactive, never able to sit still for more than a few minutes. She had debilitating headaches and sporadic nosebleeds that ruined more than one of her pillow cases. She had no control over her emotions or thoughts. Her mother credited it to 'becoming a teenager'. But it was Adelaide, her fraternal twin sister, that could tell something was wrong. Maybe it was a twin thing...
Adelaide first suspected something when she walked into Nevaeh's room and saw Nevaeh had fallen asleep at her desk. Her nose was dripping blood, which at that point had spilled over her hand and stained her notebook, and her arm's muscle was twitching like a rabbits nose.
"Nevaeh?"
The slumbering brunette jumped up from her desk, wiping the back of her bloody hand on her nose. Her hands were shaking. "Shit." She mumbled.
Adelaide took a few steps backwards to shut the bedroom door and then found herself in the middle of the room. Her voice suddenly low, "Are you okay?" She asked. "You look--"
Nevaeh reached for the tissues on her desk and started wiping the blood from her nose and knuckles. "I'm fine. It's just nosebleed." Nevaeh was looking at her bloody hand that whole time she was speaking, not daring to look her sister in the eyes; instead, pretending to be too preoccupied with cleaning herself off than having a conversation with Adelaide.
"You were shaking--"
"I was cold!" Nevaeh insisted, the volume in her voice rising with the pitch. She took a short breath. "Why does it matter to you?"
"Just tell me if something is going on--"
"Nothing is going on!" Nevaeh insisted, almost believing it herself.
"Nevaeh--"
"Leave me the fuck alone! Okay?" Nevaeh screeched, feeling the sting of her hoarse voice scratch the inside of her throat.
Adelaide didn't look convinced, but there was no point in arguing. She would have to keep her eyes on her 'little sister', but for now, Nevaeh had won. "Fine." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I just came to tell you that supper is ready. Mum's waiting on you." She unfolded her arms and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Nevaeh wasn't afraid of her sister-- maybe she should've been.
Chapter Four :: His Name was ‘Hope’
"I remember that it hurt. Looking at her hurt." -- Nat
x Monday x
It was second period on a Monday morning; Nevaeh had fallen asleep on her desk during a Shakespearean lecture with her head rested gently on her forearm. Nevaeh's eyes fluttered open halfway through the lecture. The image of Nat, her desk neighbour, blurred into her vision. His eyes staring intently in her direction. She had caught him looking at her before so it wasn't strange to see his big brown eyes looking back at her with innocent curiosity. Usually he looked away when she saw him; but today he continued to stare.
"You're-- uh-- You have--" he pretended to wipe his nose with the back his index finger.
It took her a moment to realise what he was talking abut. She felt the cold liquid hit the back of her hand. "Oh," she smiled out of embarrassment as she sat up and began to wipe the blood from her nose. "Yeah, it does that sometimes..." She covered her nose with her palm and smiled in gratitude as Nat passed over a tissue. "Thanks." Her voice was muffled by her hand. He responded with a simple nod and a smile that said 'no problem'.
Nevaeh went home with her sister that day. The car ride was quiet and awkward. They still hadn't had a 'real' talk since Adelaide found her bleeding and shaking. Not to mention that Nevaeh had been growing increasingly erratic and moody; none of her siblings were keen on actually 'spending time' with her. Eadlyn and Nevaeh made awkward chitchat for a while until they pulled up to the driveway and Nevaeh opened her mouth, "I'm going to be driving home with Kate the rest of the week."
Adelaide turned her head, "Why?" Nevaeh couldn't tell if it was general curiosity or if her sister was just being nosey.
"I'd rather spend time with my friends than with my sister...?" She questioned, almost mocking her sister for asking the 'duh' question to begin with. "Besides, you and I don't need to spend any more time together than we already do." Nevaeh shrugged, picking up her backpack from the floor of the car, and climbing out of the passenger seat, slamming the door behind her before Adelaide even had the chance to turn the car off.
x Friday x
When Friday finally rolled around, Nevaeh had managed to convince her mother to let her spend the night at Kate's house when she'd really be at Alex's party. That night, Kate and Nevaeh drove over together before the house was full. By 22:00 the house was packed with all the juniors and sophomores from high school. Nevaeh spent the first half of the night upstairs. Kate, on the other hand, disappeared when they arrived. But she showed up later at the closed door of the bathroom, banging and screaming: "Open the door, Zak!"
"Give us a minute!" He yelled back right in Nevaeh's ear. She kicked him back before she learned over the sink.
"No, I'm not going to give you a minute!" She demanded, now kicking the door. "I'm in a pain!"
Zak finally gave in, swung open the door for Kate, who pushed her way to the back of the bathroom to the medicine cabinet. Nevaeh watched, as if in slow motion, Kate's movements with her head still bent over the crystals. "Would you shut the fucking door!" Nevaeh kicked the door closed with all her foot, locking the four of them in the bathroom. Once she took her sniff, Nevaeh fell into Zak's lap and the group of four were a chorus of laughter until Zak started pawing at Nevaeh's dress.
"Zak..." She pushed herself off him, falling to the floor. Her friends laughter rose.
"C'mon, Nevaeh." Zak reached for her exposed thigh, sliding his hand up her dress. "We're just having fun."
"This isn't fun!" Nevaeh kicked him away from her touch. But he kept touching and pawing; suddenly his hands weren't the only problem. "Zak!"
"You're such a bore," Zak whined. "Kate would do it--"
"Then fuck Kate," Nevaeh scrambled to get to her feet. "Leave me out of it." She pulled open the bathroom door and stormed down the hallway.
"Nevaeh, where the fuck do you think you're going?" He shouted after.
"Leave me alone!" Nevaeh was running down the steps in her heels.
"What's your problem?"
"I'm leaving--"
Zak finally caught up to her as she reached the last step. "Fine. Then go!" He shoved her the rest of the way downstairs. Nevaeh slid across the hardwood floor, smashing her head against the framework of the door's archway. The whole room was staring now, innocent bystanders. Zak towered over her. Grabbing Nevaeh by her arm, Zak dragged her back over to the steps.
"Hey, asshole!" Nevaeh's eyes followed the familiar voice. Nat came into her line of sight, his fist raised in the air. He took one hard swing and sent Zak to the floor. "Oh hell!" Nat cradled the fist in his open palm. "I did not think that would hurt that much." He shook out his hand, quickly regaining his composure from before. He took Nevaeh by the arm and helped her to her feet. "Run," he wrapped his arm around her, helping her limp-run all the way to the car as Zak and a group of his guys chased them out of house and down the driveway.
They drove a little down the street before Nat pulled over and put the car in park. Nevaeh looked at her bloody knee and her bruised arm. "I can't go home like this. I'm all scuffed up and I'm high." She looked to Nat, who was staring at her with big pitiful brown orbs. "Can I stay at your house tonight?"
He cleared his throat, nodded his head awkwardly, and stuttered, "Y-yeah. Sure."
They drove for another thirty minutes down the road until they hit the coast. Nat parked in front of a beautiful beach house that was the size of four of her houses together. Nat helped Nevaeh out of the car and helped her walk up the porch steps through the back door. "I didn't know you were rich--"
He hushed her immediately and she shrunk back into her skin a little. He must've seen because he quickly explained, "I just don't want to wake my dad up." Nevaeh nodded and followed Nat quietly into the house. It hadn't occurred to her that it was nearly 2am and most parents would be asleep at this point. "Why don't you sit here," he guided her to the couch. "And I'll go get some ice."
Nevaeh nodded, waiting awkwardly on the edge of the couch. Nat came back moments later, but he wasn't alone. An older guy in pajama pants and a robe followed him with a bowl of ice cream in his hands. "You just make sure she stays in your room and you stay on the couch." He was talking to Nat; he looked to Nevaeh and waved before wishing them goodnight and leaving the room.
"You're dad seems nice," Nevaeh was trying to make conversation despite the awkwardness surrounding them. Neither of them wanted to talk about what happened, but they had never really talked before so...
"He's a good guy, yeah." Nat got on his knees in front of her, pressing the bag of ice to her wounded knee and preparing to smear peroxide over the cut across over upper knee.
Nat found a big t-shirt she could sleep in and he replaced the sheets on his bed for her. Nevaeh crawled into the bed just as Nat was walking out of the room. "Nat?" He stopped and looked back at her. "Could you maybe stay with me for a little while?"
"Yeah, sure." He sundered over to the bed, siting at the very edge and as far as possible.
Nevaeh felt her lips curl into a smile. His awkwardness was charming. "You can come closer. I don't bite." Nat cleared his throat and with a gentle pull from Nevaeh was close enough to feel the warmth of her skin under the sheets. Nevaeh played absent-mindedly with the sting of his sweatshirt as she started asking questions about his life. By the end the night she learned his parents were divorced, his dad was a control freak and an absent father. And he left with his fair share of secrets too. Nevaeh told him all about Zak and the drugs, feeling slightly embarrassed afterwards.
"I'm glad I came tonight," he finally said. "I don't usually go to... things."
Nevaeh smiled and sat up. "I think you're going to be very good for me." He looked puzzled until she pulled him by the strings of his sweatshirt into a sweet and slow 'goodnight' kiss.
x Monday x
It was second period on a Monday morning; Nevaeh had fallen asleep on her desk during a Shakespearean lecture with her head rested gently on her forearm. Nevaeh's eyes fluttered open halfway through the lecture. The image of Nat, her desk neighbour, blurred into her vision. His eyes staring intently in her direction. She had caught him looking at her before so it wasn't strange to see his big brown eyes looking back at her with innocent curiosity. Usually he looked away when she saw him; but today he continued to stare.
"You're-- uh-- You have--" he pretended to wipe his nose with the back his index finger.
It took her a moment to realise what he was talking abut. She felt the cold liquid hit the back of her hand. "Oh," she smiled out of embarrassment as she sat up and began to wipe the blood from her nose. "Yeah, it does that sometimes..." She covered her nose with her palm and smiled in gratitude as Nat passed over a tissue. "Thanks." Her voice was muffled by her hand. He responded with a simple nod and a smile that said 'no problem'.
Nevaeh went home with her sister that day. The car ride was quiet and awkward. They still hadn't had a 'real' talk since Adelaide found her bleeding and shaking. Not to mention that Nevaeh had been growing increasingly erratic and moody; none of her siblings were keen on actually 'spending time' with her. Eadlyn and Nevaeh made awkward chitchat for a while until they pulled up to the driveway and Nevaeh opened her mouth, "I'm going to be driving home with Kate the rest of the week."
Adelaide turned her head, "Why?" Nevaeh couldn't tell if it was general curiosity or if her sister was just being nosey.
"I'd rather spend time with my friends than with my sister...?" She questioned, almost mocking her sister for asking the 'duh' question to begin with. "Besides, you and I don't need to spend any more time together than we already do." Nevaeh shrugged, picking up her backpack from the floor of the car, and climbing out of the passenger seat, slamming the door behind her before Adelaide even had the chance to turn the car off.
x Friday x
When Friday finally rolled around, Nevaeh had managed to convince her mother to let her spend the night at Kate's house when she'd really be at Alex's party. That night, Kate and Nevaeh drove over together before the house was full. By 22:00 the house was packed with all the juniors and sophomores from high school. Nevaeh spent the first half of the night upstairs. Kate, on the other hand, disappeared when they arrived. But she showed up later at the closed door of the bathroom, banging and screaming: "Open the door, Zak!"
"Give us a minute!" He yelled back right in Nevaeh's ear. She kicked him back before she learned over the sink.
"No, I'm not going to give you a minute!" She demanded, now kicking the door. "I'm in a pain!"
Zak finally gave in, swung open the door for Kate, who pushed her way to the back of the bathroom to the medicine cabinet. Nevaeh watched, as if in slow motion, Kate's movements with her head still bent over the crystals. "Would you shut the fucking door!" Nevaeh kicked the door closed with all her foot, locking the four of them in the bathroom. Once she took her sniff, Nevaeh fell into Zak's lap and the group of four were a chorus of laughter until Zak started pawing at Nevaeh's dress.
"Zak..." She pushed herself off him, falling to the floor. Her friends laughter rose.
"C'mon, Nevaeh." Zak reached for her exposed thigh, sliding his hand up her dress. "We're just having fun."
"This isn't fun!" Nevaeh kicked him away from her touch. But he kept touching and pawing; suddenly his hands weren't the only problem. "Zak!"
"You're such a bore," Zak whined. "Kate would do it--"
"Then fuck Kate," Nevaeh scrambled to get to her feet. "Leave me out of it." She pulled open the bathroom door and stormed down the hallway.
"Nevaeh, where the fuck do you think you're going?" He shouted after.
"Leave me alone!" Nevaeh was running down the steps in her heels.
"What's your problem?"
"I'm leaving--"
Zak finally caught up to her as she reached the last step. "Fine. Then go!" He shoved her the rest of the way downstairs. Nevaeh slid across the hardwood floor, smashing her head against the framework of the door's archway. The whole room was staring now, innocent bystanders. Zak towered over her. Grabbing Nevaeh by her arm, Zak dragged her back over to the steps.
"Hey, asshole!" Nevaeh's eyes followed the familiar voice. Nat came into her line of sight, his fist raised in the air. He took one hard swing and sent Zak to the floor. "Oh hell!" Nat cradled the fist in his open palm. "I did not think that would hurt that much." He shook out his hand, quickly regaining his composure from before. He took Nevaeh by the arm and helped her to her feet. "Run," he wrapped his arm around her, helping her limp-run all the way to the car as Zak and a group of his guys chased them out of house and down the driveway.
They drove a little down the street before Nat pulled over and put the car in park. Nevaeh looked at her bloody knee and her bruised arm. "I can't go home like this. I'm all scuffed up and I'm high." She looked to Nat, who was staring at her with big pitiful brown orbs. "Can I stay at your house tonight?"
He cleared his throat, nodded his head awkwardly, and stuttered, "Y-yeah. Sure."
They drove for another thirty minutes down the road until they hit the coast. Nat parked in front of a beautiful beach house that was the size of four of her houses together. Nat helped Nevaeh out of the car and helped her walk up the porch steps through the back door. "I didn't know you were rich--"
He hushed her immediately and she shrunk back into her skin a little. He must've seen because he quickly explained, "I just don't want to wake my dad up." Nevaeh nodded and followed Nat quietly into the house. It hadn't occurred to her that it was nearly 2am and most parents would be asleep at this point. "Why don't you sit here," he guided her to the couch. "And I'll go get some ice."
Nevaeh nodded, waiting awkwardly on the edge of the couch. Nat came back moments later, but he wasn't alone. An older guy in pajama pants and a robe followed him with a bowl of ice cream in his hands. "You just make sure she stays in your room and you stay on the couch." He was talking to Nat; he looked to Nevaeh and waved before wishing them goodnight and leaving the room.
"You're dad seems nice," Nevaeh was trying to make conversation despite the awkwardness surrounding them. Neither of them wanted to talk about what happened, but they had never really talked before so...
"He's a good guy, yeah." Nat got on his knees in front of her, pressing the bag of ice to her wounded knee and preparing to smear peroxide over the cut across over upper knee.
Nat found a big t-shirt she could sleep in and he replaced the sheets on his bed for her. Nevaeh crawled into the bed just as Nat was walking out of the room. "Nat?" He stopped and looked back at her. "Could you maybe stay with me for a little while?"
"Yeah, sure." He sundered over to the bed, siting at the very edge and as far as possible.
Nevaeh felt her lips curl into a smile. His awkwardness was charming. "You can come closer. I don't bite." Nat cleared his throat and with a gentle pull from Nevaeh was close enough to feel the warmth of her skin under the sheets. Nevaeh played absent-mindedly with the sting of his sweatshirt as she started asking questions about his life. By the end the night she learned his parents were divorced, his dad was a control freak and an absent father. And he left with his fair share of secrets too. Nevaeh told him all about Zak and the drugs, feeling slightly embarrassed afterwards.
"I'm glad I came tonight," he finally said. "I don't usually go to... things."
Nevaeh smiled and sat up. "I think you're going to be very good for me." He looked puzzled until she pulled him by the strings of his sweatshirt into a sweet and slow 'goodnight' kiss.
Chapter Five :: 'Hope' Can't Save Me Now
"My biggest mistake was believing that you could save me. Only I can save me."
There was nothing wrong with him. No one had ever been that good to her. Maybe that was the problem. He wasn't possessive or controlling. he wasn't loud or violent. He wasn't what Nevaeh considered a 'man'. He something different. He was new. Something kind. He was foreign to her. And he was, without a doubt, far too good for her. With Nat in her life, Nevaeh had no need to get high. Nat was her high. He made her happier than drugs and alcohol ever did. His sudden appearance in her world made things easier in other aspects of Nevaeh's life.
After the first month, suffering from withdrawal, Nevaeh returned to her former self. She was cheerfully amicable even engaging in a conversation with Adelaide that didn't end in screaming. Her mother had taken note of Nevaeh's sudden change in mood; she finally gave Nevaeh rights to babysit her sister, which wasn't exactly what she wanted to do on a Saturday night, but at least she could invite Nat over to occupy her time while her little sister watched movies in the living room.
x Five Months x
When Nevaeh abandoned the 'party scene' she was abandoned by the majority of her friends. Kate would smile and wave at her in the hallways, but they wouldn't text or call each other-- Nevaeh was pretty sure that she didn't even have Kate's number anymore at that point. Nevaeh didn't even bother looking in Zak's direction; she knew he was sneering at her. She had heard that he was bitter and angry at her for what happened that night at the party.
Meanwhile, Nevaeh was struggling with sobriety. She knew Nat be furious if he knew she was having this thoughts. But sobriety was hard. And was one more time, right? Nevaeh called Kate on Saturday night and they drove to Alex's party together. Nevaeh only agreed to go when she knew that Zak was in New Orleans for spring break. The house was smaller than she remembered and the people were dirtier than she remembered. Nevaeh didn't followed Kate upstairs; she, instead, swarmed the buckets of beer. Her heart was pounding, her legs were shaking; but she refused to go upstairs. She kept reminding herself, 'Nat would be so mad at you. He would be so mad.'
Nevaeh nearly drank herself to death. She couldn't see; she couldn't walk; and she this overwhelming desire to go upstairs. She forced her legs to stumble onto the porch of the house and she took out her mobile and dialed the only person she thought to dial: Nat. He drove the SUV right through the grass to the middle of the yard. Nevaeh was sitting on the steps with her head in her lap when he arrived. "Nevaeh!" His voice hurt her head. She looked up and saw him running across the yard. "What the hell?"
"Nat..." She had to stop herself. She thought she would throw up if she tried to open her mouth.
"Jesus," he mumbled, taking her gently by the arm and hoisting her up, throwing one of her arms over his shoulder and wrapping his arm all the way around her waist. He carried her all the way to the car, buckled her into the passenger seat, and circled around the back of the car to the drivers side. Once he the door shut, he looked at her, ready to pass out any second. "Nevaeh?" She hummed and threw gaze in his direction. He swallowed, "Are you high?" He looked pained to even ask the question. She shook her head. And for a second he looked relived. He took her back to his house. He carried her through the backdoor and laid her out on the couch. "Don't move. I'm going to get you some water and some aspirin." He walked into the kitchen. Nevaeh could hear him digging through the medicine cabinet.
"What are you doing?" She heard the his dad's voice shake through the air. Nevaeh opened her eyes and looked straight out the window at the waves brushing against the sand; the moonlight dancing over the moving waters calmed her.
"Nevaeh's in the living room-- don't go in there!" Nevaeh felt the air still.
"What's she doing here?"
"She called me," Nat sounded distant and Nevaeh heard the cabinet slam shut. "She was at a party--"
"Is she...?
"Drunk?" There was a pause. "Yeah."
"I thought you said she didn't do that anymore--"
"She doesn't, dad!" His voice grew along with her headache. Then there voice got real low. Nevaeh couldn't make out what they were saying until she heard Nat's voice suddenly rise, "She sixteen and she's fucked up! What else do you want me to say?"
That must've been the end of the argument, but Nat returned to her with a glass of water and aspirin. Nevaeh sat up, taking the water and the little white pill into her hands. Nat sat at the edge of the coffee table, resting the palm of his hand on her knee, gently brushing his thumb against her soft skin. "I'm sorry." She finally said.
"Don't be," he took the water from her and set it next to him on table. "But Nevaeh--"
"I know," she forced herself to make eye contact with him. "I won't do it again." She was sure of her promise.
It was enough. His frown turned into a satisfied smile. He leaned across the couch and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Good, because if anything happened...."
She nodded slowly, knowing already what he was going to say. "You really came through for me tonight..." She extended her hand, finding his, nervously playing with his fingers as she opened her mouth to speak, "I love you." She couldn't force her eyes to look at him-- too afraid of his reaction.
Nat's forehead met hers and her eye closed at the initial touch. "I love you too." Then he pulled away, kissed her forehead and stood up. "Now, let's go see if we can find something for you to sleep in tonight." He took her by waist and helped her up the stairs and to his room, where she slept until morning.
x Eleven Months x
Most of their afternoons were spent at his empty house on the coast. On the nights that Nat's dad worked late they would go skinny dipping at sunset. But today they drove the other way, towards Nevaeh's full house in the suburbs. She can't remember why they decided to go there-- they almost never did. Things might've ended differently had they gone their normal route... to the house on the beach... to the wild waters on the coast.
Nat was sitting at her desk-- which she scarcely used-- listening to his earbuds, rapidly slapping his pencil back and forth on his open notebook. While Nevaeh was lying on the bed, staring straight up at the spinning ceiling fan. Her legs were crossed, foot pumping off beat to the drumming pencil. A sigh, a silent scream for attention, escaped her ruby hued lips. Nevaeh turned over onto her stomach, watching as her lover spilled words over a blank canvas. He was a writer-- an excellent one at that. Nevaeh's favourite stories were the ones about her.
"Natty," Nevaeh whispered; but he couldn't hear her over his earbuds. Nevaeh kicked up her feet and slid off the bed, sauntering over behind Nat. Sliding her hands down his chest, Nevaeh left small kisses along his jawline. "Nat..."
He yanked the earbuds from his ears. "Give me a minute, Neve." He gently pulled her hands away from his neck. "I gotta do this."
Nevaeh smirked. "Well, maybe I've got something else for you to do..." She spun his chair around to face her. Climbing into his lap, Nevaeh began planting little kisses up his neck to his mouth. He melted into her touch and for a second Nevaeh that she was going to have her way until he suddenly jerked away.
"Seriously," he nudged her off his lap and turned back towards the desk. "I have to get this done." He started to put his earbuds in when Nevaeh jerked them out his fingers.
"No," Nevaeh spun the chair back to her, "you don't."
"Yes," he insisted, "I do." He tried to spin the chair back around, but Nevaeh kept her hands on the arms of the desk chair. "Nevaeh..." he was becoming more agitated by the second. "You have to let me write." He let out a puff of air and reached into his backpack, pulling out one of his 'go-to' novels. "Here. Read for a little bit."
Nevaeh took the book from his hands and flipped it over to the cover. She frowned, "You already made me read this one."
"Read it again," he grinned. "You may find something you didn't see before."
She let the 10 lb. book fall to the floor. "I wish you got as worked up about me as you do about books." She turned her back and sulked over to the bed.
"What's going on with you?" Nat was on his feet. Now she had his attention.
Nevaeh sat at the edge of her bed, "Nothing." Her nose twitched. That was a lie. She was agitated; she was craving...
He shook his head and walked back over to the desk, but not to sit down. He began shoving his belongings into his backpack. "You know, I think I should go." He threw his backpack over his shoulders. "I need to finish this and you..." His voice trailed off. Nevaeh sat at the end of the bed with her arms crossed over her chest, staring at him with bitter contempt. "Nevaeh, please call me." He walked over the bed and tried to kiss the top of her head, but she pulled away. "Fine." He turned to leave, but stopped at the door, turning back to take one last look at Nevaeh pouting on her bed like a child. "Nevaeh?"
She looked up at him.
"I'll call you later," he sounded firm and a little concerned. "Okay?" Why was he leaving? Nevaeh hoped that if he was as concerned as he looked that he wouldn't walk away, but he did. He walked out the door, leaving her to sulk by herself.
x Saturday Night x
Nevaeh had made a promise, but she was drunk and alone and stupid. She did the last thing she ever thought she would do: she called Zak. Zak picked her up outside of the convenient store down the street from her house and they drove to Alex's. There was no party tonight. It was Alex, Kate, Zak, and now Nevaeh.
Nevaeh was already drunk. She can't remember how much cocaine she inhaled that night, but it wasn't small. She was making up for all those months she had been without it. Nevaeh passed out over the sink, hitting her head on the corner of the granite and making sizable bruise on her cheek. When she finally came to, Nevaeh was in a hospital with her family. Adelaide later filled her in on what happened. Nat had called her that night, worried because Nevaeh's wasn't answering her phone, and they rushed to Alex's house where Nat assumed she'd be. Nat apparently barged into the house and charged up the stairs to find Nevaeh passed out in the bathtub while everyone else was laughing and talking around her, unconcerned about her wellbeing. He carried her out of the bathroom and down the stairs and to the car where he apparently sat in the back with her all the way to the hospital. Adelaide called her parents and told them the whole story. They had her admitted into rehab, where she stayed for a little over a week.
Nat tried to call her while she was in the hospital. She hasn't spoken to him since. Nevaeh is embarrassed by the way she acted. No matter how badly she wants to apologies and make up with Nat, she can't bring herself to text him. He's tried to talk to her a few times, but she's chickened out every time the phone rings. He finally called her parents just to make sure she was okay. Nevaeh broke down in tears when her mother came in with the message. No one ever spoke about Nat after that.
Chapter Six :: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
Veronica and Daniel called their children into the kitchen only four days after Nevaeh returned from rehab. The four Pevensie siblings sat at the bar, their parents on the other side of the counter, whispering to each other until one of them dared to speak up. "In light of recent events," Veronica began and Nevaeh felt her siblings eyes turn to her. "Your father and I thought that maybe it would do you some good to stay with your aunt Lucy--"
"But aunt Lucy is like a million miles away?" Evelyn piped up. It was only a couple hours, but close enough.
"You'll be staying the summer with her," Veronica continued.
The four Pevensie's bickered endlessly with their parents, begging them not to send them away. "Why should we have to go? Nevaeh's the one that's fucked up!" Adelaide finally said and Nevaeh looked across their brother and sister to find her gaze glaring back at her.
"It would do you all some good to get away--"
"This is all your fault!" Adelaide shouted across the table.
Nevaeh thew her head against her open palm and sighed. "If you hadn't called mum we wouldn't have to go to Aunt Lucy's...." She mumbled to herself; but she was pretty sure that they all heard. Veronica and the rest of the Pevensie's started yelling at each other again. And Nevaeh found herself suddenly holding her breath.
"Nevaeh!" It was a distant voice like in a dream. "Nevaeh!" Nevaeh was slapped in the back of the head and she gasped as the air suddenly filled her lungs again. "You're all going!" Veronica yelled, "I don't care who's fault you think it is-- you're all driving me to insanity!" She stormed out of the kitchen and the four Pevensie children sat awkwardly across from their father, who wasn't sure what to say. The decision was made and there was no arguing about it. Not even Nevaeh's 'breathing trick' could get her out of this one.
"But aunt Lucy is like a million miles away?" Evelyn piped up. It was only a couple hours, but close enough.
"You'll be staying the summer with her," Veronica continued.
The four Pevensie's bickered endlessly with their parents, begging them not to send them away. "Why should we have to go? Nevaeh's the one that's fucked up!" Adelaide finally said and Nevaeh looked across their brother and sister to find her gaze glaring back at her.
"It would do you all some good to get away--"
"This is all your fault!" Adelaide shouted across the table.
Nevaeh thew her head against her open palm and sighed. "If you hadn't called mum we wouldn't have to go to Aunt Lucy's...." She mumbled to herself; but she was pretty sure that they all heard. Veronica and the rest of the Pevensie's started yelling at each other again. And Nevaeh found herself suddenly holding her breath.
"Nevaeh!" It was a distant voice like in a dream. "Nevaeh!" Nevaeh was slapped in the back of the head and she gasped as the air suddenly filled her lungs again. "You're all going!" Veronica yelled, "I don't care who's fault you think it is-- you're all driving me to insanity!" She stormed out of the kitchen and the four Pevensie children sat awkwardly across from their father, who wasn't sure what to say. The decision was made and there was no arguing about it. Not even Nevaeh's 'breathing trick' could get her out of this one.
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Face Claim :: Liana Liberato <3
Voice Reference :: Liana Liberato <3
Voice Reference :: Liana Liberato <3
Theme Song :: “The Night We Met” -- Lord Huron
Theme Song :: “Game of Survival” -- Ruelle
Character Inspiration :: Kate in Stuck In Love
Character Inspiration :: Ellen in To the Bone
Colour Scheme :: “Blues”
Character Inspiration :: Ellen in To the Bone
Colour Scheme :: “Blues”
~ Her namesake, Nevaeh, is ‘Heaven’ spelled backwards.
~ She quarrels with her siblings more often than not.
~ Nevaeh and Eadlyn are fraternal twins (not identical).
~ She secretly envies her twins sister.
~ Nevaeh is a ‘recovering’ addict.
~ She’s underweight because of the drugs and the complementary eating disorder that came with snorting cocaine.
~ Nevaeh's drug addiction caused violent mood swings, hyperactivity, disinhibition, chronic headaches, and most random nosebleeds.
~ Nevaeh is not a virgin; her longterm boyfriend, Zak, was the first-- but not the last.
~ Nevaeh's biggest mistake was hurting Nat; she kicks herself everyday for what she did to him.
~ She's not really angry at her sister for telling their mother; she's angry at herself for going back to Alex's house when she knew she shouldn't.
~ Nevaeh used to believe Nat could save her, but she now realises that she is the only one who can save herself.
~ She has a bit of a ‘mean streak’ in her.
~ She's a natural-born liar.
~ Nevaeh's lies are so detailed and realistic that even she comes to believe them eventually.
~ She was the last one to admit that Narnia was real and she tried to claim that her sister was crazy for even thinking that it could be real.
~ Nevaeh is the granddaughter of Edmund Pevensie.
~ Of the original Pevensie children, Nevaeh is most like Edmund.
~ She quarrels with her siblings more often than not.
~ Nevaeh and Eadlyn are fraternal twins (not identical).
~ She secretly envies her twins sister.
~ Nevaeh is a ‘recovering’ addict.
~ She’s underweight because of the drugs and the complementary eating disorder that came with snorting cocaine.
~ Nevaeh's drug addiction caused violent mood swings, hyperactivity, disinhibition, chronic headaches, and most random nosebleeds.
~ Nevaeh is not a virgin; her longterm boyfriend, Zak, was the first-- but not the last.
~ Nevaeh's biggest mistake was hurting Nat; she kicks herself everyday for what she did to him.
~ She's not really angry at her sister for telling their mother; she's angry at herself for going back to Alex's house when she knew she shouldn't.
~ Nevaeh used to believe Nat could save her, but she now realises that she is the only one who can save herself.
~ She has a bit of a ‘mean streak’ in her.
~ She's a natural-born liar.
~ Nevaeh's lies are so detailed and realistic that even she comes to believe them eventually.
~ She was the last one to admit that Narnia was real and she tried to claim that her sister was crazy for even thinking that it could be real.
~ Nevaeh is the granddaughter of Edmund Pevensie.
~ Of the original Pevensie children, Nevaeh is most like Edmund.
“Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point…" -- C.S. Lewis
