Cohen, Kassandra Lillith

[KASSANDRA LILLITH COHEN]

INTRODUCING MS KASSANDRA LILLITH COHEN


"Terror is coursing in me
Dreading the final moments
Where I have to be
And feel you die
In Asylum."

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Hello! My name isShelly/Vana. I've been on this planet for 16 years, but I have 6+ years of experience. You may know me from being the best friend. I have 0 other crazies in this place. Thanks for reading my app! Oh, yeah, the secret word is ADMIN EDIT.

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Full Name -- Kassandra Lillith Cohen
Nickname -- Kassie
Age -- Sixteen
Date of Birth -- May 23
Gender -- Female
Sexual Orientation -- Hetero
Level -- Three
Custom Title -- Addict(Heroin), Murderer.
Face Claim -- Carolanne Evans

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Likes -- Heroine, Music, Sex, Hardcore Guys, Other, Druggies, Meth, Pain, The High, Parties, Boys

Dislikes -- Perfects, Bitches, People taking her drugs, People telling her what to do, Rap music, Rude/Crude comments, Not remembering what she does after using, Blacking out, Nightmares, People who don't have good grammar.

Fears -- The Dark, Blacking out then not waking up, Heights.

Strengths -- Quick thinker, Smart-mouthed, Loyal, Light on her feet, Great Grammar

Weaknesses -- Hateful, Small, Can't say no to drugs, Blacks out at times, Scary Movies.

Habits -- Bites her lower lip, Stares into space, and Twitches.
Secrets -- Contemplates Suicide on a daily basis
Goals -- Seeing her sister again, Stopping drugs

Overall Personality --

Kassie is a quick thinker. But she has never learned that sometimes you need to lie. She can't do it. She can't lie. She has never been able to. She can't stand not getting her way but she won't lie to do it. She is a very hateful person period not questions asked. She is rather hateful to anyone who wants to get close to her. There a few people she can actually sit down and have a converstaion with. Though she'd much rather be alone. Yeah she's one of the Druggies and she's addicted to Heroin and Meth.

Kassie loves to spend her time alone or walking with someone who wont talk. She doen't have much respect for the people higher up in the gang and actually feel's much more like a nobody because she doesn't have much to do with her gang. Sure she gets drugs for her group but she doesn't do much else. She doesn't actually care about moving up in the ranks. And she also doesn't care that its a dangerous job She's willing to do anything for the high. Kassie has a sweet side to the sour and hateful side. She doesn't show it to anyone because she doesn't think anyone deserves it. She used to be a sweet and happy girl all the time before her little sister was killed. She has a sweet side that she sometimes shows when she's high. She doesn't really notice how she acts when she's high but when she is she's actually a very tollerable person. Someone who actually has feelings and not the bitchy and un-caring girl that she is when she's sober.

Kassie hate's being sober. She feels helpless and weak when she doesn't have the haigh that she so desperatly needs. She has flashbacks of her mother laying in a puddle of her own blood and she doesn't get those during the high. She only knows that she's having a good time. She'd rather not be sober and keep the contendedness that she has so she can't really think about her life. She hates her life and wants so badly to turn it around. But as long as she's around drugs she doesn't think much on the fact of changing. She would actually much rather sit back with her needle and a beer and live her life up even though she knows eventually its going to kill her. Kassie is very intelligent yet she does drugs. She can't think threw her haze and often times does things that she knows her little sister wouldn't have approved of. Thoughts of Kassie's little sister Hannah is the only thing that keeps Kassie going now-a-days.

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Hair -- Long black
Eyes -- Onyx
Body Shape -- Skinny, Short
Height -- 4"10
Weight -- 87 lbs
Overall Appearance --

Kassandra is a tiny girl with dark careless onyx eyes. She doesn't at first appear to be heartless and cold because of the beauty that she holds with her but once you get to know her. She stands at only about four foot ten inches and weighs in at around eighty seven pounds. She is deathly pale and doesn't have too many curves to her though she has enough for her height and weight. She usually has dark make up on and dresses in dark colors due to her mourning of her deceased sister.

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Birthplace -- Santa Fe Springs
Ethnicity -- American
Race -- White
Marital Status -- Single
Overall History --

I've never given much thought as to how my life would have been had I not lost my little sister, or had I not started doing drugs. Let me start from the begining. I'm sober for the moment and the memories are clear... I was born in Santa Fe Springs California, population? Who the fuck cares? I was born May 23, 1994. At 10:36 pm after my mother went threw 23 hours of of labor. Or as she calls it 23 hours of Hell. I don't remember anything from the time I was born until I was about four years old. And my first memory is of the beautiful face of my baby sister Hannah. She had me wrapped around her little finger the minute she opened her beautiful green eyes and smiled at me.

My mother was always gone. She worked at a small dinner in the middle of town. So I was always with my father as well as my sister. My father un-fortunatly was a bad drunk and loved to gamble. So from the age of six I was taking care of my three year old sister, the best a six year old could do. Thank god for microwaves, without it i'm sure we would have starved to death. Instant macoroni, hotdogs, and oatmeal, was what we lived on for years until I was nine and could actually cook. I never minded taking care of Hannah but I grew to hate the people who had given birth to us. When I was ten, and it was Hannah's seventh birthday. I wanted to do something special. So I skipped a day of school. At the time I was only in 4th grade. I had a bit of money I had stolen from my dad's money stash.

I walked to the corner store and standing outside was a group of guys only looking to be from 14-16. They where all smoking. Cigarette's and weed now that I actually think about iy. There was only 5 guys if my memory serves me correctly. Now where was I? Oh yes, as I walked past all of them they all seemed to turn and watch me. All of them where boys so I was a bit shocked by that.
For some odd reason I wanted a cigarette from them. Yet I was hesitant to ask. I bought some vanilla cake mix, chocolate frosting, as well as some candles. I knew we had everything that I needed for my sisters cake. As I walked back outside, the boys where still leaning against the far wall. I gave into my temptation and walked over to them. They where all much taller than me. All of them around six foot. While I was only four foot nine inches at the time.

They looked down at me, then one of the boys who I later came to know as Jack offered me a hit off his cigarette. I don't know who was more surprised. Me or the rest of the boys. Apparently Jack had a mean streak in him and rarely showed emotion let alone kindness. I willingly took the cigarette and followed the motion the rest of the boys where doing. After I started to cough. Jack knelt down and patted my back. "You'll get used to it." Was the first thing that Jack ever said to me. After I told them my name, I became little K instead of Kassie or Kassandra. After that meeting I became part of the gang. We decided that we would meet at the store every thursday if I was willing to miss school. After I was accepted by Jack. Randy, Travis, Nick, and Cory followed. I became a part of the gang.

Hannah's birthday was the best she had ever had. Hannah slept curled up in my arms that night. But our happiness was short lived. My father chose this night to get shiz faced drunk with a few of his poker buddies. He thought that it would be funny to drag his two daughters from their bed and take them downstairs amid six drunken men. I don't really care two much if you want details because your not getting any. The story is my sister and I where raped, then my innocent and sweet sister was beaten to death. Somehow I managed to wrap myself in a blanket to cover my shame. After my father and his friends where asleep. I managed to lift my sister's bruised, battered, and bloody body.

And I carried her away, I don't know how I managed to do it but I found Jack and the gang. Jack held me in his arms as the tears finally came. Crys and shudders of pain raked my small and delicate body. Travis called the police as he watched over Hannah's body. I knew sge was dead but I was reluctant to part with her. I didn't want to lose the last happiness I had in my young life. Jack smoothed my long black hair away from my face. I finally fell asleep in Jacks arms as he sat with me in his arms telling me it was going to be okay. That they would be my family. But I knew I had to go home or else my mother could and would press charges on Jack. I wouldn't let her do that to him.

The next morning I went home and my mother was yelling at my father telling him to get the hell out of her house. Then she turned her wrath on me. Telling me I deserved what I got. Calling me a slut and a whore. At that moment I gave up all hope of ever having a normal family. My heart had been hardened against my mother. Never again would I care what happened to my mother. After washing the blood from my thighs in the shower I knew my mom wouldn't care what happened to me. I didn't bother to go to school that day. And as if Jack had known my thoughts he met me at the store. He picked me up stuck a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. I smoked the whole thing. Jack took me back to his house where most of the gang was layed out in the living room. He took me back to his room where he stripped off my shirt and jeans and then slipped one of his tee-shirts on me. And then took me into his arms where we layed in his bed and I cried for hours. Cried for the lose of my sister. Cried because my mother didn't care.

After I was done crying. I got high for the very first time. Just me and Jack. We sat in his room and for the first time someone actually listened to what I had to say. Someone actually understood me. When I turned thirteen. I got my first taste of Heroin. I was hooked. Jack became a bit worried about me but since we had started to sleep together when I was twelve I had an easy way to get his attention off of my heroin addiction. Jack didn't feel like a pedofile since he was sleeping with me. He told me everytime we had sex that he loved me. I never believed it. I still don't.

Unfortunatly a little while before my fifteenth birthday my mother decided she wanted to play mother again. She wanted to pretend as if nothing had happened. At this time I was just starting with meth. Jack begged me not to go back to my hell hole. But because of how fucking stubborn I was, and maybe because I thought my mom would change. I went home. I promised the gang I would see them every day after school. That was mine and Jacks deal. I got the drugs I so desperatly needed as long as I made good grades in school. That was actually pretty easy. I can think pretty good when i'm sober. I think that i'm a very intelligent girl. For the first few days my mom was actually kind. It felt alittle strange though. I was so used to her not being there. That all changed when I was fifteen and she walked in when I was smoking a cigarette and shooting up a bit of heroin. She took my needle. It dragged across and split the skin. I still have the scar from the bitch. Anyways as I said my mother took my needle from me. Thats what made me snap. I was off my bed in an instant. I told her to give me my needle back or else I was gonna walk out of the house.

When she didn't give me my needle back I was walking to the stairs she grabed my arm and said I "was" staying in the house. I didn't think anymore. I reacted, one minute I was pulling out of her grip. The next minute she was laying at the bottom of the stairs in a pool of blood. Her eyes lifeless, her arm at an odd angle. I pulled out my cell phone dialed 911 and set the phone beside me as I slid down the wall to sit. I could only mutter to bring a paramedic, that I had killed someone. Time seemed to go by so fast that one minute I was sitting on the floor, the next I was sitting on the back of an ambulence my arm being bandaged. I remember little else from that night except that I was going to hell on earth. Then guess what. I ended up here.

[DR. SHELLY]