Post by wildatheart on Sept 19, 2008 18:08:33 GMT -5
Sophie! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Emily and I've shot for the moon 18 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.
They call me Emily and I've shot for the moon 18 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via PM.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Sophia Marie Cooke
But Everyone Calls Me Sophie
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 18 years
The say I Am a secretary
Ive Been Told I Look Like Duffy (Welsh singer)
» Rock and Roll, Baby.;
I am so tall 5'5"
And I Weigh 120
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced never
They always say I look like
The most noticeable thing about Sophie is her hair. It is blond, streaked with hints of brown, black, and red. Her hair reaches down to her shoulder blades, with long bangs that hide her eyes.
Her eyes, on the other hand, are simple and brown. There is a sad look to them, which makes Sophie look innocent. Her thin, but dark eyebrows express a lot of emotion.
Sophie's nose is slightly turned up. Some people would call it piggish, others would say it was cute. Her lips are a pretty shade of soft pink.
Sophie is on the taller side. She doesn't tower over people, yet isn't considered short either. She is slim, but not very athletic. Her chest measurements are by no means large, on the contrary very much on the small side. Though she doesn't care about that much, as she can usually be found wearing a sweater three sizes too big.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Her smile, hair, and eyes.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore horses, movies, hot showers, dogs, cats, sweaters
I Abhor mice and rats, guns
I Rock horseback riding, speaking in African native tongues, drawing, swimming, survival skills
I Suck reading, writing
I Do claustrophobia
I Want to find her parents, find happiness
I Fear death, the truth, small spaces
I Shut up Sometimes Sophia steals food out of habit.
I am
Sophia is not a social butterfly. When it comes to being with people, she is terrified. She has a fear of all people, especially those who are bigger and stronger.
Sophie prefers to be alone, at all times. Her job as a secretary helps her language skills. Though she hates talking on the telephone, she finds it much more comfortable than talking face-to-face with people.
She is plagued with constant fears, of everything in the world. Agoraphobia keeps her in her bedroom most of the time. She is in perpetual fear of being attacked, kidnapped, or locked up. Being in any kind of small space can send her into a fit of panic.
When Sophie isn't in complete fear of the world around her, she is usually in a dark depression. She tried to hang herself, but having a noose around her neck felt like being in a chokehold as a prisoner, and she cut herself loose and gave up. With the realization that she couldn't escape the world that she is so afraid of, she slipped even further into her dark corner of the world.
The oversized sweaters that she wears help her feel like she can hide from things. She wears sweaters, even in the summer, everywhere that she goes.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Mark and Lindsay Cooke, peace keepers in Africa.
I Share My Dna With none
I Come From Rwanda
But I Live Here Now Trailer park
This Is Who I was
Lindsay and Mark Cooke fell in love when they met for the first time at Harvard University. They were both studying history and global struggles. The two also shared a passion for adventure. Shortly after their Harvard graduation, they married, moving to Rwanda to help keep peace during the Civil War.
Shortly after their move, their first baby was born. She was named Sophia, after a young girl who had been killed in the violence going on in the civil war. Sophie grew up very dependant, and aware of her surroundings. She grew used to the constant bombings around her, and soon learned the pain of death when her friends in the village were killed.
Sophie learned the African language, as well as English from her mother and father. Sophie, even from a young age, would travel around the village, teaching the villagers English.
Disaster struck on Sophie's thirteenth birthday. It was during the Rwanda genocide when a group of extremists attacked the village. Sophie was blindfoldeded, thrown into a truck, and driven miles away to a hidden prison camp. She was thrown into an overcrowded cell, filled with village children. Whenever they acted up, one of the children would be pulled out of the cell and shot to death as an example.
The next five years were the most horrible of Sophie's life. She was allowed little food or water, and most of the time wasn't even allowed out of the cell to go to the bathroom. Though she would never try to run away- she knew that she would be gunned down on the spot.
Sophie had only the company of the other prisoners. Her fear of rats and mice stems from the long nights that she spent, huddled in a corner of the cell, trying to keep the mice away from her miniscule meal.
The fifth year of the imprisonment, Sophie was rescued when an American helecopter discovered the small prison. Their kidnappers were shot on the spot when they tried to shoot the Americans. The rescuers were horrified by the condition of the prisoners. The small cell was filled with filth, and five survivors, including Sophie, were emaciated. They were the forgotten victims of the genocide.
The five people who had shared the cell for a good part of their life were separated. As the whereabouts of Sophie's parents were completely unknown, she was taken to a West Virginia hospital for treatment. Soon enough, she filled out, gained weight, and her hair regained it's old shine.
And then it was time to treat Sophie's emotional wounds. She was given a large amount of money from the government, as if to make up for what had happened. She used it to pay for a trailer home, and lots of therapy.
Her therapist suggested that working with horses could help her. Sophie obliged, as she had worked with horses in Africa before and loved them. She soon purchased an elderly horse, boarding him at a place known as Pinewood Stables. Sophie's fear of people kept her from visiting her horse any time but the dead of night.
This Is Who I am Life is full of fear
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust Straight
I Love N/A (too afraid to think about such things)
I Loathe N/A (too afraid to think about such things)
Maybe I loved N/A (her past wouldn't allow)
Maybe I Didn't N/A
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down dude
I Am Awesome
Sophie looked fearfully around the parking lot. She pulled her hands back into the sleeves of her sweater, shivering despite the warm air. Another glance in all directions proved to her that there was nobody around.
Sophie dashed into the barn. It was nearly dark, and she couldn't see more than a few feet in front of her. She pulled the heavy barn door open. Her fingers fumbled around in the darkness, until she found a light switch. The barn was filled with a bright light. Sophie stepped inside, filled with sudden comfort at the sight and smell of the horses.
A mouse made a sudden dash in front of her. Sophie screeched, sprinting down the aisle. She dashed into the stall of her one and only horse- Dummy's Delight. Sophie didn't even bother to look at her horse. She sat, huddled in the corner, with her sweater pulled over her head.
She felt Dummy's warm breath through the sweater. She nervously pulled the sweater down, smiling at the sight of the elderly horse. She stood up, hitting her head on his feet bucket. Sophie screamed in suprise, running to the other side of Dummy, as if to hide from an invisible attacker.
Dummy turned his head to look at his human. He was amazingly calm. The hollows above his eyes were prominent, his back swayed, and his lip hung down in a funny way. But Sophie knew that Dummy was the only horse for her. He was the only one who would put up with her constant panic attacks, screaming, or crying. And he seemed to understand.
She hugged him, breathing in his scent, forgetting everything for one wonderful moment.
Thanks Isa for helping =]