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Charlie Lancaster || Age: 17 || Condition: Select Mutism and Depression || FC: Andrew Garfield 
"I can’t feel this pain anymore and I can’t carry on this way; I’m hiding behind false eyes." 

You really start to see the world differently when you do nothing but observe, instead of being wrapped up in yourself, wondering what will help you climb some sort of social ladder. When you aren’t worried about what kind of friends you will get. When you don’t worry about anything social, you just realize that the world can be the most disgusting place you’ve ever seen, you see it for what it is and nothing less. 
Charlie lived his life as an observer/ his father was a politician trying so desperately to get his points heard, but he did it through lies and deceit. He was far from an honest man, he always told Charlie that it was the way the world worked. He told his son that everyone was a liar, and that was how you found yourself at the top. His mother would tell him the opposite, that he needed to be genuine and that people deserve honesty. This made it hard for the boy to decide what was right and wrong, his father was a successful man while his mother was a high school teacher. They always argued, and his dad came out on top, that’s why after a while, as he grew up, he realized that he could do both he could follow both of their advice.
It started off at school, whenever kids would be talking and socializing he would just choose to be quiet and not say anything. It seemed normal at first, because he was always shy and not as social as the rest of the kids. It started getting worse when he wouldn’t speak to his father or mother any more. It didn’t matter what they asked him, if there was anyway that he would have to lie or tell the truth, he just stayed quiet. They took him to doctors, and therapists, none of them could figure out why he started to become mute at times. 
Charlie stopped talking for the most part, he only had two friends in high school, well the ones he could talk to anyways. The ones he trusted enough to let them hear his opinions. The rest were girls that thought he was cute, or guys that stole his notes. He’d talk to them sometimes, only about mundane things, things that didn’t matter. The rest of the time he would just observe and watch from a far. Until he went to a party one night, a lot of things changed, that was the night he knew that the world was too disgusting to live in anymore. 
It was one of the guy parties that were too loud for his taste, but he didn’t want anyone to think he left, so he snuck up into one room just for a breather. It was empty when he went in there, it didn’t take long for it to fill up though. A group of guys brought girls that were drunk or drugged, Charlie couldn’t decide at the time and they began doing horrible things to them, things that would haunt him for a very long time. It took them too long to figure out that he was in there and by the time they did he was already trying to call 911. He had to tell someone about this despite how he usually felt about situations like this, these girls were in danger. They stopped him though, they beat to the brink of death, and poured straight rubbing alcohol in his wounds.

Charlie went home later that night, in the gripping and dark effects of a panic attack. The world seemed darker, everything was darker and he didn’t want to be apart of it. Rushing upstairs, he forgot to turn the lock as he began to down two bottles of Tylenol. He was heard by his parents and they came in more than shocked at how he looked and what he was doing to himself. His mother helped him throw up pills while his dad called for an ambulance. The boy wouldn’t speak about what happened, so he was recommended to go to Brookhaven by both his doctor and his therapist hoping that a good environment might help him open up.

Charlie Lancaster || Age: 17 || Condition: Select Mutism and Depression || FC: Andrew Garfield 

"I can’t feel this pain anymore and I can’t carry on this way; I’m hiding behind false eyes." 

You really start to see the world differently when you do nothing but observe, instead of being wrapped up in yourself, wondering what will help you climb some sort of social ladder. When you aren’t worried about what kind of friends you will get. When you don’t worry about anything social, you just realize that the world can be the most disgusting place you’ve ever seen, you see it for what it is and nothing less. 

Charlie lived his life as an observer/ his father was a politician trying so desperately to get his points heard, but he did it through lies and deceit. He was far from an honest man, he always told Charlie that it was the way the world worked. He told his son that everyone was a liar, and that was how you found yourself at the top. His mother would tell him the opposite, that he needed to be genuine and that people deserve honesty. This made it hard for the boy to decide what was right and wrong, his father was a successful man while his mother was a high school teacher. They always argued, and his dad came out on top, that’s why after a while, as he grew up, he realized that he could do both he could follow both of their advice.

It started off at school, whenever kids would be talking and socializing he would just choose to be quiet and not say anything. It seemed normal at first, because he was always shy and not as social as the rest of the kids. It started getting worse when he wouldn’t speak to his father or mother any more. It didn’t matter what they asked him, if there was anyway that he would have to lie or tell the truth, he just stayed quiet. They took him to doctors, and therapists, none of them could figure out why he started to become mute at times. 

Charlie stopped talking for the most part, he only had two friends in high school, well the ones he could talk to anyways. The ones he trusted enough to let them hear his opinions. The rest were girls that thought he was cute, or guys that stole his notes. He’d talk to them sometimes, only about mundane things, things that didn’t matter. The rest of the time he would just observe and watch from a far. Until he went to a party one night, a lot of things changed, that was the night he knew that the world was too disgusting to live in anymore. 

It was one of the guy parties that were too loud for his taste, but he didn’t want anyone to think he left, so he snuck up into one room just for a breather. It was empty when he went in there, it didn’t take long for it to fill up though. A group of guys brought girls that were drunk or drugged, Charlie couldn’t decide at the time and they began doing horrible things to them, things that would haunt him for a very long time. It took them too long to figure out that he was in there and by the time they did he was already trying to call 911. He had to tell someone about this despite how he usually felt about situations like this, these girls were in danger. They stopped him though, they beat to the brink of death, and poured straight rubbing alcohol in his wounds.

Charlie went home later that night, in the gripping and dark effects of a panic attack. The world seemed darker, everything was darker and he didn’t want to be apart of it. Rushing upstairs, he forgot to turn the lock as he began to down two bottles of Tylenol. He was heard by his parents and they came in more than shocked at how he looked and what he was doing to himself. His mother helped him throw up pills while his dad called for an ambulance. The boy wouldn’t speak about what happened, so he was recommended to go to Brookhaven by both his doctor and his therapist hoping that a good environment might help him open up.

Melody Tennant || Age: 17 || Condition: Stockholm Syndrome || FC: Caitlin Stasey
"There’s no expression on your face but I hope that one day you will let me go, release me from my dirty cage." 

Identity. A meaning of life. Most people grow up knowing who they are, where they came from and who their family is. However, for Melody, that was not the case. For as long as she could remembered she was alway surrounded by men, coming and going from their house. She lived alone with her mother in a upscale, two story house that was painted a pristine white with blue shutters and a white picket fence surrounding it. To anyone passing, they would see a normal family in a normal house; however, it was everything but normal. What happened behind the walls of the house was unlike anything someone would describe as normal. To Melody, though, the things that took place behind the walls of her house were normal.
Throughout her childhood, Melody heard countless stories from her mother about the Family. Apparently, Elizabeth was once a call girl of the Blake family that resided in Texas from the age 18 to 24. Her standing within the Family was at a decent level and Elizabeth was respected amongst the men of the Family. It wasn’t until she became pregnant by a Senate representative and threatened the man to leave his wife and help her raise the baby did her status begin to fall. One of the many rules of being on of the Blake’s call girl was that, in the case of becoming pregnant, the employee must report or be terminated immediately. Terminated, however, meant something completely different.
Fleeing from the Family, Elizabeth found her way to Colorado and began building herself and Melody a new life. She had made them new identities and made sure not to leave a paper trail for the Family to find. Too paranoid to find a real job, her mother went back to her old ways and began spreading her legs for money. Its started off being only a few men a month, her mother’s rates giving them enough money to live on but soon escalated to a huge clientele. The fact that her mother sold her body wasn’t much of a secret to Melody, she had walked in on her and men countless times— but by this time it was a normal thing to see to the girl.
At the age of 12, the Family finally caught up on where Elizabeth was through her growing clientele. They came in one night silently and put a pullet through the woman’s head. They would have done the same to Melody if it hadn’t been for a man named Moskvin who took a liking to her. That was the night Elizabeth’s life became Melody’s. Brainwashed into thinking she was saved, Melody became Moskvin’s perfect little doll. Don’t think that this happened over night, when in fact, it took the man nearly a year to gain the girl’s trust. Day by day he would shower the girl in presents, taking her to amusement parks and buying her dresses. Melody was in heaven and slowly began to trust the man completely. For once in her life, Melody was the center of attention. After her mother only caring about herself and her money, Melody felt like her new life was more than she could ask for.
When she was finally introduced the world of prostitution at the age of 13, none of it fazed Melody. Her whole life she had been surrounded by such a business and she honestly saw nothing wrong in letting men use her body. Obliging to every man’s command, Melody stayed a favorite to Moskvin, becoming the most wanted choice among the clientele. Even though death and darkness filled the world of prostitution, Melody couldn’t help but see the light of it all. After all, she was alive and had the most perfect life she could ask for— she saw nothing wrong in what she was doing. So when the police seized on of the houses, taking everyone in sight, she didn’t understand what was happening. After countless interviews and therapy sessions, Melody was transferred from holding to attend Brookhaven Academy, being a miner helping with the decision. A life outside of prostitution might not seem ideal but to Melody it was everything, and it infuriated her to have someone tell her she was sick but that it would all be better soon. But is it really possible for someone so disconnected from the world and emotions to escape a world she doesn’t want to escape?

See bio: Talen Blake 

Melody Tennant || Age: 17 || Condition: Stockholm Syndrome || FC: Caitlin Stasey

"There’s no expression on your face but I hope that one day you will let me go, release me from my dirty cage." 

Identity. A meaning of life. Most people grow up knowing who they are, where they came from and who their family is. However, for Melody, that was not the case. For as long as she could remembered she was alway surrounded by men, coming and going from their house. She lived alone with her mother in a upscale, two story house that was painted a pristine white with blue shutters and a white picket fence surrounding it. To anyone passing, they would see a normal family in a normal house; however, it was everything but normal. What happened behind the walls of the house was unlike anything someone would describe as normal. To Melody, though, the things that took place behind the walls of her house were normal.

Throughout her childhood, Melody heard countless stories from her mother about the Family. Apparently, Elizabeth was once a call girl of the Blake family that resided in Texas from the age 18 to 24. Her standing within the Family was at a decent level and Elizabeth was respected amongst the men of the Family. It wasn’t until she became pregnant by a Senate representative and threatened the man to leave his wife and help her raise the baby did her status begin to fall. One of the many rules of being on of the Blake’s call girl was that, in the case of becoming pregnant, the employee must report or be terminated immediately. Terminated, however, meant something completely different.

Fleeing from the Family, Elizabeth found her way to Colorado and began building herself and Melody a new life. She had made them new identities and made sure not to leave a paper trail for the Family to find. Too paranoid to find a real job, her mother went back to her old ways and began spreading her legs for money. Its started off being only a few men a month, her mother’s rates giving them enough money to live on but soon escalated to a huge clientele. The fact that her mother sold her body wasn’t much of a secret to Melody, she had walked in on her and men countless times— but by this time it was a normal thing to see to the girl.

At the age of 12, the Family finally caught up on where Elizabeth was through her growing clientele. They came in one night silently and put a pullet through the woman’s head. They would have done the same to Melody if it hadn’t been for a man named Moskvin who took a liking to her. That was the night Elizabeth’s life became Melody’s. Brainwashed into thinking she was saved, Melody became Moskvin’s perfect little doll. Don’t think that this happened over night, when in fact, it took the man nearly a year to gain the girl’s trust. Day by day he would shower the girl in presents, taking her to amusement parks and buying her dresses. Melody was in heaven and slowly began to trust the man completely. For once in her life, Melody was the center of attention. After her mother only caring about herself and her money, Melody felt like her new life was more than she could ask for.

When she was finally introduced the world of prostitution at the age of 13, none of it fazed Melody. Her whole life she had been surrounded by such a business and she honestly saw nothing wrong in letting men use her body. Obliging to every man’s command, Melody stayed a favorite to Moskvin, becoming the most wanted choice among the clientele. Even though death and darkness filled the world of prostitution, Melody couldn’t help but see the light of it all. After all, she was alive and had the most perfect life she could ask for— she saw nothing wrong in what she was doing. So when the police seized on of the houses, taking everyone in sight, she didn’t understand what was happening. After countless interviews and therapy sessions, Melody was transferred from holding to attend Brookhaven Academy, being a miner helping with the decision. A life outside of prostitution might not seem ideal but to Melody it was everything, and it infuriated her to have someone tell her she was sick but that it would all be better soon. But is it really possible for someone so disconnected from the world and emotions to escape a world she doesn’t want to escape?

See bio: Talen Blake 

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Sebastian Everett || Age 18 || Condition: Intermittent Explosive Disorder || FC: Zac Efron 
"Everything you say to me, takes me one step closer to the edge, and I’m about to break”

Politicians, they run your world. Even if you don’t realize it, even if you feel like you are completely unaffiliated by the political ranks, like you’ve sidestepped it. You haven’t, they destine your future — your job opportunities, everything down to how much you pay for the food that goes on your table and if you get to keep your house.  So imagine what kind of home life you’d lead with two of these power hungry people, the rules are as thick as trying to grasp for air in a pit of sinking sand. You have to keep up your parental facade, and still try to find time for every extra circular that you were pushed into.
That’s how Sebastian lived his life, hiding secrets that he knew were yet to be televised, being his parents trained monkey — in a suit none the less since he was no older than the age of five. At least, that’s when they could get him to do things, before he was just a beautiful baby, then a toddler that they had to cover up because he was such a tempered and problemed kid. Five was when they could start getting a grasp on it, telling him what was right and wrong and for those years of his life, he was okay with it, because all the other kids who were at the parties, they were just like him.
Only they weren’t at private school, Sebastian felt the tension in the air because he didn’t want to be forced into all the sports anymore, they weren’t in his interests. He wanted to be a writer, so many thoughts and ideas were just running through his head he didn’t want to be his parents monkey anymore. This started teenage rebellion, but more severe than you could ever imagine a teenage rebellion being. He didn’t go to his riding classes anymore, he didn’t go to hockey practice, baseball, football, rugby, soccer. He started getting caught out with the wrong kind of friends — kids from public school, he even got himself arrested at a party. 
His parents took a while to notice this, it was the arrest that finally got their attention, and they took it as Sebastian lashing out trying to get them to pay attention to him with their busy lives. They didn’t care to much for him though, so to watch him and make sure that his behaviour was proper his dad moved his office to a home office — watching the boy like a hawk all the time. His mother still being too busy to be seen for more than half of the dinner meal, that was the opposite of what he wanted. 
Sebastian had to start football practice again, and a lot of the other’s that he decided to miss. He was being watched so carefully, that his social life was even monitored. He had no time for writing, but he did have time to go to the parties that his father approved of. Often, he’d abandon those parties and take a train over to his real friends parties. That’s where he met someone, another person that would just twist his fate even further. Michael, the two of them hit it off immediately — he’d never dated a guy, or even thought about it, but it felt like something special with him, so he was willing to sneak around. 
They got away with it for weeks, Michael’s appearance was well enough that he could pretend to be the son of some barely known socialite if he ever came over to Sebastian’s house. It wasn’t long till his friends on the football team found out about the two of them, they planned to out them, and give them a good beating at the same time. Boy, were they wrong about what would happen to them that night. Sebastian’s temper had always been horrible, usually very good at controlling it and only having a few times at parties and other outings where he had severely hurt anyone — including the one time he’d been arrested. The four football players planned their attack, and Sebastian quickly turned it around on them. Bludgeoning them to near death.
He was arrested again, and lost Michael at the same time because he wasn’t sure how far their relationship could go after that. When his father found out about the real relationship between the two boys, he had Sebastian sent to Brookhaven, rather than ever having to face him.   

Sebastian Everett || Age 18 || Condition: Intermittent Explosive Disorder || FC: Zac Efron 

"Everything you say to me, takes me one step closer to the edge, and I’m about to break”

Politicians, they run your world. Even if you don’t realize it, even if you feel like you are completely unaffiliated by the political ranks, like you’ve sidestepped it. You haven’t, they destine your future — your job opportunities, everything down to how much you pay for the food that goes on your table and if you get to keep your house.  So imagine what kind of home life you’d lead with two of these power hungry people, the rules are as thick as trying to grasp for air in a pit of sinking sand. You have to keep up your parental facade, and still try to find time for every extra circular that you were pushed into.

That’s how Sebastian lived his life, hiding secrets that he knew were yet to be televised, being his parents trained monkey — in a suit none the less since he was no older than the age of five. At least, that’s when they could get him to do things, before he was just a beautiful baby, then a toddler that they had to cover up because he was such a tempered and problemed kid. Five was when they could start getting a grasp on it, telling him what was right and wrong and for those years of his life, he was okay with it, because all the other kids who were at the parties, they were just like him.

Only they weren’t at private school, Sebastian felt the tension in the air because he didn’t want to be forced into all the sports anymore, they weren’t in his interests. He wanted to be a writer, so many thoughts and ideas were just running through his head he didn’t want to be his parents monkey anymore. This started teenage rebellion, but more severe than you could ever imagine a teenage rebellion being. He didn’t go to his riding classes anymore, he didn’t go to hockey practice, baseball, football, rugby, soccer. He started getting caught out with the wrong kind of friends — kids from public school, he even got himself arrested at a party. 

His parents took a while to notice this, it was the arrest that finally got their attention, and they took it as Sebastian lashing out trying to get them to pay attention to him with their busy lives. They didn’t care to much for him though, so to watch him and make sure that his behaviour was proper his dad moved his office to a home office — watching the boy like a hawk all the time. His mother still being too busy to be seen for more than half of the dinner meal, that was the opposite of what he wanted. 

Sebastian had to start football practice again, and a lot of the other’s that he decided to miss. He was being watched so carefully, that his social life was even monitored. He had no time for writing, but he did have time to go to the parties that his father approved of. Often, he’d abandon those parties and take a train over to his real friends parties. That’s where he met someone, another person that would just twist his fate even further. Michael, the two of them hit it off immediately — he’d never dated a guy, or even thought about it, but it felt like something special with him, so he was willing to sneak around. 

They got away with it for weeks, Michael’s appearance was well enough that he could pretend to be the son of some barely known socialite if he ever came over to Sebastian’s house. It wasn’t long till his friends on the football team found out about the two of them, they planned to out them, and give them a good beating at the same time. Boy, were they wrong about what would happen to them that night. Sebastian’s temper had always been horrible, usually very good at controlling it and only having a few times at parties and other outings where he had severely hurt anyone — including the one time he’d been arrested. The four football players planned their attack, and Sebastian quickly turned it around on them. Bludgeoning them to near death.

He was arrested again, and lost Michael at the same time because he wasn’t sure how far their relationship could go after that. When his father found out about the real relationship between the two boys, he had Sebastian sent to Brookhaven, rather than ever having to face him.   

Catherine-Christina “CC” Clos || Age: 19 || Condition: Borderline Personality Disorder || FC: Blake Lively 
“In tomorrow’s morning light, things will look a lot less frightening than now, than now, than now.”

From the outside looking in Catherine Christina (or CC as many people called her) had the perfect family and the perfect life. She had the mother and father who were still together, living in a suburban house. She was educated at Phillips Academy in Massachusetts and stayed nearby; her father was a P.R and independently represented the President on more than one occasion. Her mother was a Lawyer and found herself at one of the top law firms in the state. Though it may all look good and well, it wasn’t. If you look close enough it was clear that cracks were forming in what could have deemed to be the perfect family.
When Catherine was 16 and while she studied to get into the best colleges, her mother was slipping into a dark hole that was becoming impossible to get out of. She injured herself that year and was on strong painkillers to try and make her life that little bit easier to get on with. Though she didn’t realize how dependent she was becoming on them. When the dose began to lessen she became more and more anxious and paranoid, meaning she was put on Xanax. Before the year was out, her mother had a severe prescription drug addiction. All the while Catherine was oblivious.
She only began to realize that her family was beginning to crumble when she returned home one day to find her parents arguing. She was told that her mother had been let go from her job due to overstaffing but she found out during that argument that she had been fired after someone found a large stash of prescription drugs in her desk. All she could do was watch as her mother began to sink into her own world, not leaving her room. Her father eventually left them, unable to cope with her, leaving Catherine to try to look after her mother on her own.
Her grades began to plummet, her own wellbeing had begun to decline as she struggled to take care of her mother, who was less and less aware of what was going on around her. By 18 she had completely dropped out of her school that her father was playing for. Catherine Christina hit rock bottom when she returned home to find her mother had hung herself from the lightshade in her room. She can barely remember the funeral, the faces who told her how sorry they were and if she was honest she couldn’t even remember if her father, her coward of a father, was there.
Though he was, he took her home with him where she further began to sink into her own version of reality. Paranoia, anxiety and feelings of worthlessness were the things she experienced during this time. She hardly left her room and as the darkness began to swallow her up she began to give up, drinking alcohol and taking prescription meds to try and numb the pain. The final straw for her father was when she lunged at him with a pair of scissors, ready to kill him. He had her taken to a psychiatric hospital where she was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. From there, she was shipped off to Brookhaven Academy where they treated her well, gave her the right medication. She’s much more stable, for now. But there is no telling when she might snap again.

Catherine-Christina “CC” Clos || Age: 19 || Condition: Borderline Personality Disorder || FC: Blake Lively 

In tomorrow’s morning light, things will look a lot less frightening than now, than now, than now.”

From the outside looking in Catherine Christina (or CC as many people called her) had the perfect family and the perfect life. She had the mother and father who were still together, living in a suburban house. She was educated at Phillips Academy in Massachusetts and stayed nearby; her father was a P.R and independently represented the President on more than one occasion. Her mother was a Lawyer and found herself at one of the top law firms in the state. Though it may all look good and well, it wasn’t. If you look close enough it was clear that cracks were forming in what could have deemed to be the perfect family.

When Catherine was 16 and while she studied to get into the best colleges, her mother was slipping into a dark hole that was becoming impossible to get out of. She injured herself that year and was on strong painkillers to try and make her life that little bit easier to get on with. Though she didn’t realize how dependent she was becoming on them. When the dose began to lessen she became more and more anxious and paranoid, meaning she was put on Xanax. Before the year was out, her mother had a severe prescription drug addiction. All the while Catherine was oblivious.

She only began to realize that her family was beginning to crumble when she returned home one day to find her parents arguing. She was told that her mother had been let go from her job due to overstaffing but she found out during that argument that she had been fired after someone found a large stash of prescription drugs in her desk. All she could do was watch as her mother began to sink into her own world, not leaving her room. Her father eventually left them, unable to cope with her, leaving Catherine to try to look after her mother on her own.

Her grades began to plummet, her own wellbeing had begun to decline as she struggled to take care of her mother, who was less and less aware of what was going on around her. By 18 she had completely dropped out of her school that her father was playing for. Catherine Christina hit rock bottom when she returned home to find her mother had hung herself from the lightshade in her room. She can barely remember the funeral, the faces who told her how sorry they were and if she was honest she couldn’t even remember if her father, her coward of a father, was there.

Though he was, he took her home with him where she further began to sink into her own version of reality. Paranoia, anxiety and feelings of worthlessness were the things she experienced during this time. She hardly left her room and as the darkness began to swallow her up she began to give up, drinking alcohol and taking prescription meds to try and numb the pain. The final straw for her father was when she lunged at him with a pair of scissors, ready to kill him. He had her taken to a psychiatric hospital where she was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder. From there, she was shipped off to Brookhaven Academy where they treated her well, gave her the right medication. She’s much more stable, for now. But there is no telling when she might snap again.

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