[hider=Terry Mcdowel][center][h3][Anxious][/h3][[img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ef/3e/91/ef3e9107ce2bc54a8485e11973706933.jpg[/img]][/center]
[hider=Who am I?]
[b]What do you look like?[/b] [indent][i]"I'm a nobody blind to the anxiety that controls me"[/i]  [/indent]  Terry is a thin teenage boy. His skin is a light gray and it appears to have no visible veins as well as see through like a ghost. His hair is black and covers his eyes which cannot be pushed up or moved by any force. He wears a thin hoodie and black jeans with barefeet. He stands at five foot three and weighs one hundred pounds. Finally has manacles around his wrists symbolizing how his anxiety imprisons him. 

[b]What do you remember?[/b]
[indent][[color=778899]• "The monster is behind me....always behind me. My mother says it's not a monster and that I've been diagnosed with anxiety. I have to take this god awful medicine to keep the monster at bay. I skip it most days but it just makes my anxiety...the monster get closer."

• "Looking over my shoulder always looking. Why am I running?...oh yeah they want to hurt me what did I ever do to them? It was the monster wasn't it? It had them help it come after me."

• "The crowd is closing in on me something bad is coming I can feel the monster getting closer. I'm panicking I can't breath .....I open my eyes and I'm curled up on the ground my so called friends staring down at me laughing."

• "My friend said everything would be fine but it wasn't now I'm in my room with the door shut. He's knocking on it trying to get it to open , I'm so angry he knew the monster tries to reach me in open places. I opened the door and hit him out of my anger , my friend said he wouldn't be coming back." 
 
• "The gun feels cold and strange in my hands. The monster is getting closer , it's the closest it's ever been. I can feel it's hands around my neck as I put the gun to my temple. The metal is cold against my burning skin, I hear a click then a bang now I can't feel anything." [/color]]

[[color=B0C4DE]• Positive Memory
• "The rain is hitting my umbrella, I love rainy days they smell amazing. I'm listening to the water droplets hit my umbrella which protects me from the monster , the monster doesn't like rain either... I love rainy days."

• "My friends and I are eating pizza and talking about the latest tv show. I can feel myself smile , it feels good to smile I haven't done it in a while. I can feel the monster far behind me but it's ok because I'm with my friends."

• "A girl just told me she liked me today! This is probably the most I've ever smiled besides when I'm with my friends. We made plans to go out and eat Thursday , I'll take my unbearable medicine that day so I don't have to deal with the monster I'm so excited." 

• "The grass under my feet feels nice. It's drizzling slightly which makes a small amount of mud squish beneath my toes. I won't open my umbrella just yet , I want to feel the cool droplets against my skin." [/color]][/indent]

[b]You brought something with you, what is it?[/b][indent][My umbrella , it's clear with a curved black handle and protects me from the monster.][/indent][/hider]

[hider=Stolen Memories]
[b]If you had one wish, what would it be?[/b]
[indent]["I want it to always be a rainy day every day."][/indent]

[b]Who was the most important person in your life?[/b]
[indent]["My mother she always protected me from the monster even if she made me take the medicine."][/indent]

[b]If you could change something about yourself, what would it be?[/b]
[indent]["Hmmm , it probably would be that I wasn't so anxious all the time."][/indent][/hider]
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