Rose Thorne(She/Her)

Goes to show how well my memory works, I genuinely thought it was supposed to still be a thing in 1 but the official deal fell through until 2.

The official shoes of Sonic, at least during the Adventure era.

Same day, after the event at the school, thankfully, but I was with several fellow graduates when it happened. There was an extremely popular steakhouse we all went to with our families, and every one of us who ordered the signature steak ended up getting food poisoning, and several of us ended up getting caught very suddenly by it.

Days over, no coming back from that. Time for a long shower, fresh clothes, and go back to bed. Probably not sleep, because I’ll be dealing with embarrassment and flashbacks to graduating high school.

My only comfort still remains that I was not alone that day. Several of us got awful cases of food poisoning.

Stepfather. Was the only reason I got my chance to get out before things got really bad, my father finally sat my mother down and threatened to take everything to court if he had to, she could stay in the shit if she wanted, but he was getting me out and getting everything we needed to protect ourselves.

Better now, I like to think. Still working through some of the anger left from that time because it was an unhealthy crutch I leaned on. Had to work through a lot of complexes I didn’t realize I had.

And, in a fucked up way, that time gives me pride in who I am. A poly-pan transwoman, everything that would piss him off to see. I can look at myself in the mirror and be proud, because I had to get past the hate for myself he tried to push into me. It’s another push to keep standing, speaking and fighting for myself and those like me, because no one should have to walk that path and wear this armor.

He was an abusive narcist. I hate throwing the term around, but it’s the only thing that fit his personality and mental condition. It took my mother over 13 years to break free.

Physically, mentally, and emotionally abused his biological son and me, threatened my mother with a firearm, tried to have his debts pushed onto my mother(including his companies bankruptcy). Blamed a lot of it on his pain medication after he hurt his back(even the shit that happened years before then). He is what led to a large part of my family finally breaking.

Last I saw of him, we was sitting alone in a shitty hotel bar with no one to talk to, unemployed, and living in his late mother’s rotting home. He deserved worse. If there was a hell, it would be a paradise against what he deserves in my eyes.