Claire Colette Beaufort. 16 years September 4, 2000 Female Hailee SteinfeldShe is effervescence, she is charm, strong like coffee, deep like chocolate, unpredictable like the sea. She is beauty, she is empathy, kindness, and love, soft like a petal, full of life like a rain shower. She is grace, smoothness, and smiles. She is happiness and joy, celebration, and ecstasy. She is cheerfulness and positivity, and fun. She is a rollercoaster ride full of turns. She is a flawed little piece of creation. She is hurt, she is pain. She is the memory of an old, old scar that lingers long after the marks are gone and bruises fade. She is a blossoming flower, she is strong and yet she falters. She is a tight rope, sometimes steady, other times far too stretched. Claire is alive, truly and completely. She believes in living life to the fullest, she is all about wild fun and dancing till midnight. She is about meeting new people, with that sparkle of joy in her eyes. She makes friends in an instant, her charm nearly alluring. She will go to the party, and have all eyes turn on her. She can make the dullest groups joyous and spirited. Her smile is infectious, her laughter is the sweet sound of a rushing river. She is tumultuous like the rapids, a journey with her is the most unexpected thing ever. She is a constant explorer. Her curiosity knows no bounds. She is adventurous to the point of being drunk on travel. She is no scientist, more of a philosopher. Her curiosity isn’t about experiments in a lab, it is about travelling to the different corners of the world, its about finding herself, a journey traversing time and space. She doesn’t stop, she flies, soars, even falls down, but never halts. She can always be spotted trying her hand at new things and delving deeper into the arts she already masters. These include painting and writing poetry. Both calm her down when peace is what she desires, both light a fire in her bones and that is the only high she ever needs. The colors, she can get lost in them, and the words, they dance around her head. She is an extrovert, not only in the way she mingles with people, but also in the way, she doesn’t hide her troubles and worries from her loved ones. She doesn’t build walls around herself. She shows her scars, shares her happiness as well as grief. But she is strong in front of her strangers, even in front of a lot of friends, because no matter how many of them she has, only some she allows to get close to her heart and truly no the vulnerable child that still lies there. Her inner circle knows her battles and her wounds. And she is not ashamed of them, of who she is. She stands with her held high. She is trustworthy, a great keeper. And she is a great pillar of support for anyone who is on the verge of a breakdown and needs support to stand upright. But that doesn’t mean she is very trusting. She may talk to you freely, that doesn’t mean she trusts you or will confide in you. Having had her trust broken at an early stage, she finds it hard to build with most people. And despite of her social self, there are times when her confidence shoots down to the ground and she feels like she cannot get back up on her two feet again. She has an uncanny ability to remember everything perfectly well, the good and the bad. Hardly anything ever leaves her memory. So while she may forgive, she doesn’t forget. She fights her monsters everyday but they don’t erode her, they just make her stronger, just give her more zeal and strength to live life to the fullest and brave each day with a smile. Sometimes, she will wakes up in a cold sweat from a deeply disturbing nightmare, because her trauma will always stay with her, it is a part of the person that she is. But she is learning to overcome her fears. Her condition can only be explained as a mild case of Schizophrenia. There are visions that are not frequent, very sparse and usually last only a minute or two, and are generally not intense. With some medical help, and her zeal to live, she can and may get over them completely. But each negative experience only feeds this monster so she tries to keep herself as much upbeat as possible. It wasn’t always like this though. Not till fourth grade at least. Till then, she lived the happiest live with her father, her mother having died a few weeks after she was born, so it isn’t like she ever knew her mother. And it is hard to miss a person she never knew, though that doesn’t stop her from wishing she had a mother. Her father is her hero. When she was really little, her father was the sole bread winner, so he went to work – as a lawyer with a distinguished firm, her aunt, he mother’s sister that is, was the one she grew up with. Aunt Marissa would tell her all kinds of stories, play with her till she dropped down tired and would listen to all her whims and fancies, though there weren’t many. But as her father’s job became stable, and the workload reduced a little, he became a major part of her life. they would often go camping, hiking, sailing and doing all sort of fun stuff together. Her adventurous spirit comes from her father who never let a weekend idle buy and always made sure she was busy, either teaching her a new skill, or taking her to some place worth visiting. That is why Claire is so good with all things practical and generally smart with handling real life crisis situations. So, she had her aunt, as good as a mother, she had a loving father, she never found it hard to make friends, her grades were not excellent, but good enough and hers was a happy childhood. In third grade, her aunt got married and moved to Australia, away from her. And though they kept in contact, video calling each other practically every next day, there still was a big gaping hole in her heart, one that she couldn’t fill no matter what. It would always be there. An essential part of her life had been ripped away and for quite sometime, it had become difficult to even breathe.
That’s when the dark phase of her life began. Her father did all he could to make sure she was never alone, and thus never fell prey to depression. Or he thought he did. Growing busy in his job once again, he felt that buying extravagant gifts for his daughter would somehow make up for her loss of a mother figure. As if. So he bought her stuff, and he didn’t understand why she grew more morose day by day. She drew into her shell. There was no one to talk to, no one to share her problems and her loneliness with. And her father was always busy. She didn’t want his gifts, she wanted his time. But time to him was too precious. She slowly started losing her spirit bit by bit. Just when she was ready to accept her seclusion, her father dropped another bomb on her. He now had a girlfriend. Her heart sank when he announced that his girlfriend and her sixteen year old son, Jason, would be moving into their home. She felt her life spinning out of control. This new woman was sure to be horrible. And it appeared that her father didn’t have time for her, but had plenty of time for this new family. Her life would become a living hell. She was right and wrong. Her father had no more time for them than he had for her. and the new girlfriend? Turned out she was fairly decent after all. But her life did become a living hell. and her nightmare was the woman’s son. He was a predator, seeking her out when no one else was home, and the things he did to her are things she hates to remember. But her memory is all too powerful. Those were indeed the most terrible days. At first, she quite liked him, how he talked to her about understating the loss of a parent, his own father being dead, how he understood her pain. But then he got a little too close for her taste. She can still sometimes feel his arms pinning her down, the scars he gave her and the closed room that she would never ever escape. She would have told her father about it all, she would have told his mother even, but she was young, very young and she didn’t even know what was happening with her, she didn’t understand the things he did to her. she only knew that she hated him, and that she feared him. Almost a year passed in this manner, and if it would have been longer, she would have lost herself to a place from where she couldn’t ever recover. But then came the greatest twist of her life. early in June , the whole family of four was driving to the hills for the vacation. And as they were moving in a good enough speed, when a truck suddenly appeared in their path, swerved in from nowhere, her father pulled the breaks but the car only came to a screeching halt after a terrible collision when it fell with a loud, loud thud. What she remembers after that is lying in an ambulance and feeling the life seep out of her body. She was hurt and in pain, and relief seemed like a distant dream. Death seemed to be at the corner, knocking at her door and calling her into its sweet peace. And she knew she didn’t want to go, but she felt helpless, more helpless than ever and she struggled hard to hold on, to keep breathing, to keep going. She was taken to the hospital and her aunt and her husband flew back from Australia. Three weeks she lied in that bed, staring at white walls and doing nothing, hardly being able to move. And even after she was sent home, she was on bed rest for a month. She learned in that time that her father was no more and that his girlfriend and son had left, God knew where. It was in that month that she really grew up. The kind of helplessness and hopelessness she had felt, she never ever wanted to feel that again. Those purposeless, aimless days of her life had shook her to realise that life was too short to waste even a single moment in cribbing or lying about without aim. She had nearly lost her life, and she knew, that when death came calling again, she wanted to be a person who had lived each moment to the fullest. Who wouldn’t have regrets about wasting her precious breaths. This encounter had brought back her spirit and liveliness, her thirst to live and hunger to learn. Sure, there was pain to deal with, a lot of it but now that she was living with her aunt, who was permanently back with her husband, she knew she would get past the bitterest memories and that she would find the sun shining bright upon herself once again. Her quality of not building walls around her and sharing her grief was the biggest factor that helped her cope. And though it took time, almost an year for her aunt’s counselling, she got back on track. And now she had taken to calling her aunt mom, because she was no less than one. And Kevin, her husband was the best support system anyone could ask for. Theirs was a happy family again. And though her heart was bruised, though her trauma had made her somewhat schizophrenic, though at times it was heard to breathe, though there were times she would wake up shivering as she felt Jason’s hands on her once again, she was zealous and full of hope, brimming with a positive energy that spread over to the people around her. She became a learner once again, doing all sorts of things with her aunt. Poetry and painting were still her refuge and now she had a new found comfort in swimming as the water burned away all the baggage that she carried along. She had beautiful dark hair that falls to her waist. Her pearly eyes, accompanied with her charming smile endear her to one and all. Her high cheekbones and angular face make her pretty, especially as her face is always accented by an expression of curiosity and wild fun. She likes to keep in the trend with her clothing and styling though there are times when she might choose dressing for comfort. She will generally wear a bit of makeup.
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