Post by sadie elizabeth jackson on Apr 5, 2011 16:44:14 GMT -5
MERCEDES elizabeth JACKSON .
this biography is ( complete !)
[/justify]- - tell us, who wears the pants around here?Your Name: Pixxel
Other Characters? Adelle Sincliare && Blaine Thompson
How Did You Find Us? find you? psh.- - give us some basics, what do we need to know?
Full Name: Mercedes Elizabeth Jackson
Nick Names: Goes by Sadie exclusively
Age: Twenty-Five
Birthday: March sixteenth
Birth Place: Seattle, Washington
Grade: --
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Face Claim: Kirsten Dunst
- - so how did you end up here at Deer Creek?
"Well, gosh. How did we end up here? Thinking about all the specifics is tricky. It's like, there are so many things that led us here. Tobe and I had been working at Brinley for a long time, and it just sort of came to us that we wanted to expand and do something similar, you know? We wanted to be able to help even more kids than Brinley could, so we decided it was time to expand. We weren't in a rush. We just sort of stuck around Brinley, saving money, and when this property fell into our laps, as Tobe so likes to say, we were ready for it. The guy who sold it to us was so amazing about working with us and holding onto it while we got our replacements at Brinley settled and stuff. We had to do a lot of work on the place, but that was okay, because it was cheap, and we've been able to do a lot of the repairs ourselves. The house we live in now had weird wiring, so we had to fix all of that. And then we moved on to the big house, for the students, which was perfect. The place couldn't have been more perfect. We probably spent the most time on that, because it was the biggest project and obviously we wanted that to be the best, since it's where the students will be spending the most time. Like I say, the place couldn't have been more perfect--what are the odds of finding a house with twelve rooms? It's been such a huge blessing. So I guess just this last year we've spent getting things fixed up and we found Adelle online, somehow, and she's been crazy helpful. Me and Toby both like horses, but Adelle's knowledge at such a young age is just so extensive. We wouldn't have such great horses without her expertise. Ultimately, we're just so excited to finally be opening this place up."
- - well, give us the full run down, your whole life story
My home life was...interesting. From the time I was really young, mom and dad always fought. Whenever dad was home. I was too young to understand it...in the beginning, anyway. When I was young and innocent and naive. Your typical sweet little girl who didn‘t know the world was such a terrible place.
As I grew a little older I began to understand that Daddy wasn‘t...Himself. It was another couple of years before I began to understand the whole concept of “drinking.” I still couldn‘t grasp it, but I knew it was what made my daddy so mean, so utterly terrifying. I knew even when I was little that I wanted no part of it.
I grew up in a world reigned by the terror of my father. Terror that he would come home. Terror that he wouldn‘t come home. Mom could never seem to decide which was worse, and as a result, neither could I. I was always very sensitive to how my mother as feeling, and I always felt it was my duty to think agree with her on everything, or to be terrified of whatever she was terrified of, rather like a teacher‘s pet or something.
At any rate, by the time I was 12, my mother had been hospitalized 20 times by my father. Most of them were minor injuries. A few stitches here, a brace there, but she always came back...But then there was the day...The day after my 13th birthday. By then, I understood basically everything that happened, and all too clearly. I missed those naive days, but I was stuck. But after my 13th birthday, she went to the hospital. My dad punched her three times, and then threw her against the wall. The repercussions: A black eye, a broken nose, stitches in her lower lip, and a serious concussion. I knew it would be a while be fore she healed up, but I knew she would come back. She always came back. She‘d never failed me before...
But she didn‘t come back and didn‘t come back and as the days stretched into weeks I began to realize that she wasn‘t coming home. That she had left me and Parker to fend for ourselves.
Dad was furious. He got even worse. He drank twice as much as he had before (none of us even knew it was possible) and now, without our mother there to protect us, he turned his abuse on us. We were helpless. Until I turned 18. Parker was 15 then. I moved out and got myself an apartment and took Parker with me. I worked two jobs just to keep things together for us, because I couldn‘t let her go back. I just couldn‘t. She picked up an after school job, and would have quit school to work full time but I wouldn‘t let her. When Eventually, Parker was emancipated, and I was left on my own. I wandered around for a while, not quite sure where I was, or I was supposed to be going or what I was supposed to be doing, but I knew I wanted to help kids whoneeded help as much as I had back then. Eventually I found my way here. It was perfect, but I still wasn‘t quite sure what to do with myself. I was still rather traumatized from my life before I turned 18. It still amazes me sometimes how much it can hurt to realize that your father doesn‘t care. That he never did and that he probably never will. But I live with it. Things are, of course, better now. I settled in at Brinley. Toby and I got together. I just got better about where I was, and I got used to being around the kids and found that I was actually pretty good at helping them.
Toby and I got married, and spent another year at Brinley, and then we made our way here. I haven't heard from either of my parents since I turned eighteen. I don't know where Mom went. I haven't heard from her since she left when I was thirteen, and I haven't made an effort at all to track her down. I haven't heard from my dad since I was eighteen, and, truth be told, I'd just as soon keep it that way. I have Toby now, and we have Deer Creek, and I sure as heck don't need my parents in my life. I am content with where I am, and, in fact, I'm extremely happy and I'm way excited about this.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]As I grew a little older I began to understand that Daddy wasn‘t...Himself. It was another couple of years before I began to understand the whole concept of “drinking.” I still couldn‘t grasp it, but I knew it was what made my daddy so mean, so utterly terrifying. I knew even when I was little that I wanted no part of it.
I grew up in a world reigned by the terror of my father. Terror that he would come home. Terror that he wouldn‘t come home. Mom could never seem to decide which was worse, and as a result, neither could I. I was always very sensitive to how my mother as feeling, and I always felt it was my duty to think agree with her on everything, or to be terrified of whatever she was terrified of, rather like a teacher‘s pet or something.
At any rate, by the time I was 12, my mother had been hospitalized 20 times by my father. Most of them were minor injuries. A few stitches here, a brace there, but she always came back...But then there was the day...The day after my 13th birthday. By then, I understood basically everything that happened, and all too clearly. I missed those naive days, but I was stuck. But after my 13th birthday, she went to the hospital. My dad punched her three times, and then threw her against the wall. The repercussions: A black eye, a broken nose, stitches in her lower lip, and a serious concussion. I knew it would be a while be fore she healed up, but I knew she would come back. She always came back. She‘d never failed me before...
But she didn‘t come back and didn‘t come back and as the days stretched into weeks I began to realize that she wasn‘t coming home. That she had left me and Parker to fend for ourselves.
Dad was furious. He got even worse. He drank twice as much as he had before (none of us even knew it was possible) and now, without our mother there to protect us, he turned his abuse on us. We were helpless. Until I turned 18. Parker was 15 then. I moved out and got myself an apartment and took Parker with me. I worked two jobs just to keep things together for us, because I couldn‘t let her go back. I just couldn‘t. She picked up an after school job, and would have quit school to work full time but I wouldn‘t let her. When Eventually, Parker was emancipated, and I was left on my own. I wandered around for a while, not quite sure where I was, or I was supposed to be going or what I was supposed to be doing, but I knew I wanted to help kids whoneeded help as much as I had back then. Eventually I found my way here. It was perfect, but I still wasn‘t quite sure what to do with myself. I was still rather traumatized from my life before I turned 18. It still amazes me sometimes how much it can hurt to realize that your father doesn‘t care. That he never did and that he probably never will. But I live with it. Things are, of course, better now. I settled in at Brinley. Toby and I got together. I just got better about where I was, and I got used to being around the kids and found that I was actually pretty good at helping them.
Toby and I got married, and spent another year at Brinley, and then we made our way here. I haven't heard from either of my parents since I turned eighteen. I don't know where Mom went. I haven't heard from her since she left when I was thirteen, and I haven't made an effort at all to track her down. I haven't heard from my dad since I was eighteen, and, truth be told, I'd just as soon keep it that way. I have Toby now, and we have Deer Creek, and I sure as heck don't need my parents in my life. I am content with where I am, and, in fact, I'm extremely happy and I'm way excited about this.
