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Mom, why am I different? The Story of Cecily Edelinne

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General Information;

Birthday: December 6th, 1987, St. Franziskus-Hospital - Münster GER.

Occupation: Chief Executive Officer, Weazel Incorporated. 

Registered Address: Redacted

Height: 5"9'

Hair Color: Pre Mid life Crisis. (Variable)

 

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Birthing;

Born on Sunday the 6th of December at 3:13AM, weighing 3.5Kg, Cecily Marianne Edelinne was born. The weather reflected that of her life. A stormy blizzard. The temperature outside the hospital reflected that of the arctic within the summer, -7 degree Celsius. Born to Fredrick Edelinne and Lissandra Berkins, Cecily was a bastard at birth. The birth was fairly uneventful, a simple birth, born on time and with no complications. Her family instantly adored her, what would become the first of two children, Cecily's life was off to a great start. Two days after being born, Cecily was released from hospital and her family allowed to go back to their two bed-roomed suburban house. Cecily was a quiet baby, not learning to talk until she was four, and only beginning to walk at aged 2 and five months.

 

Off to a steady start;

Cecily joined her nursery aged 4, sporting two ponytail and a pink butterfly dress. When her name was called on the daily register her class laughed at her and called her by her lifelong nickname "Celery", she was embarrassed from day one. Cecily however grew rather fond of her originally unwelcome nickname, and moved to take it in her stride as she continued spending her days here. Instead of following social protocol Cecily found herself playing more with the toy cars, not Barbie dolls. The whole concept of dolls she did not understand, 'Why would someone play with a toy person when they can instead play with them in person'.

 

Becoming one with the riff raff;

Cecily was unfortunate enough to land herself in the German public education system, although not bad she didn't quite fit in.  Her family was not rich or poor, she wasn't either good or bad at sports, nor was she exceptionally pretty. She was awkwardly put in the middle zone of the popularity ladder. Neither bullied nor respected. Her friendship group was closely knit and nothing more and nothing less. They all knew each other from an early age and the bonds formed held them together, despite Cecily becoming less and less socially adept. See Cecily had always struggled with what to say, the words in her mind would form what she wanted to say, but her mouth just couldn't finish off the task. 

 

Cecily took special interest in the Sciences whilst she was in education but never particularly interested in Media as a subject; what she would later find success in. Her chosen subjects were to study Chemistry, History, Physics and Media, alongside the standard subjects of German, English, Maths, Business studies and art. She finished with basic level 2 qualifications of 1.5 (sehr gut grade). In an attempt to gain popularity for her step into Tertiary education she attempted to host an after prom party for her year group, this was a failure of proportions she had never seen in her life, it descended into drug fuelled chaos. Her life was beginning to show its true colours...

 

When your mom doesn't love you, drugs will;

That night during July 15th at her party, Cecily's life took a turn for the worse. Peer pressure is a nasty thing, it causes the human nature aspect of fitting in with the 'pack'. What Cecily thought were people she could trust, turned out to be some of the single worst influences within her life. Not helped by a teenage desire to rebel Cecily took part in the consumption of Cocaine at the beginning of the night, ending it by hitting a bong to mellow her out. The rush of endorphins in her brain, something lost in her childhood due to her distance with her parents, caused her to instantly fall in love with the feeling. Cecily's life devolved into a life where she was desperately passing the time until she could get her next fix. In a cruel turn of irony this was the most popular she would ever be. Whenever she'd leave the house, she'd take a line of Cocaine, finishing the night with a half a ten bag of Marijuana. This began to slowly destroy her until she was unable to eat anymore, instead spending her money on accessing the feeling of love. 

 

On Christmas Day, at aged 20 her life almost came to a halt. Whilst surrounded by her family, high as a kite, she collapsed into a seizure whilst delivering the turkey to the table. Having not eaten for five days, her blood sugar level crashed to an all time low. She was rushed to the hospital where doctors told her that continuing this habit would have led to the end of her life. Her liver was damaged to the point of being placed on the transplant list. She was forced into six months residing in a hospital bed, with no family by her side, being made to undergo rehabilitation. Following two weeks after a liver was transplanted into her, she was discharged from hospital. Forced to live on the streets she began to write news stories around her town, using pens she'd stolen from local stationary shops and scrap bits of paper found in dustbins. The only thought in her mind, this is what life is when you're born into a wealthy family.

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