Addison Maria Green

-----Patient Admittance and Evaluations Form 1A-----

Name: Addison Maria Green
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasion
Hometown: Raleigh, North Carolina

'Tell me about yourself."

Well, what is there to know? I'm some weird, fucked up kid that ended up in a mental institution.
I hate to be around people. They judge me, they give "that look", they point and say, "What's wrong with that girl?" It seems like nobody cares that all I ever wanted was someone to listen. Now that they haven't, they've lost their chance. I don't know what to say when i'm talking to someone, fearing that it will be the wrong thing, and they will reject me. I just stay away from people. I would rather sit by myself in a public place rather than dealing with awkward conversations.
However, I am super intelligent. My mom always said it was because I didn't have friends to distract. What the fuck is that shit anyway? What kind of a mother says shit like that? I mean, fuck! But anyway, I have always had straight A's. It seemed like I never had to try, it just happened. I have had multiple offers to go into early college in Ivy League, but why? Whatever the fuck is wrong with me never let's me move forward. I feel like i'm trapped where I am.
Also, I have the hardesst time staying on one topic. My mind drifts from one thing to another as fast as a swing glides from side to side. It's a wonder I did so well in school. My mind is just always jumbled with all these thoughts, and emotions that I don't know how to handle them. I usually hum to myself when it gets really bad. I can remember my father doing that to me when I was little. It's the only comfort I have anymore.
I am super insecure. You would be too if you were "different." If your super-mom always said, "Why don't you just act normal!" I hate the way I look, they way I act, fuck, I even hate the way I smell. I long to look and be like popular kids at school. Even though the bitches make my life a living hell, I just want to exerience being normal. I want to rid whatever is bringing me and be done. I have tried everything! From the witches at school, to striking a deal with the devil, it won't go away.
I am strong as hell though. Dearest Mother thought one way to rid myself of the "burning, uneeded rage" was to enroll me in karate. It didn't really help, it only made me more enclined to hit someone. Especially because it taught me how to do it properly. Mother's dearest plan once again turned and bit her in the perfect, little ass.

"What are some of your strengths?"

• I sure as hell aren't scared to stand up for myself. I will beat a bitch's ass if she's looking at me the wrong way. I learned that I had to defend myself if I wanted to feel like I had any chance in feeling like I belonged in this fucked up world.
  
• I can always tell when i'm not wanted. I know when to leave, when to stay, when to talk, and when i am wanted to be seen and not heard.
  

"Interesting... in light of that, can you share some of your weaknesses?"

• I am always looking down at the ground. I just want to avoid eye contact so that weird thing doesn't start.
  
• I have this weird thing I do with my hands when i get uncomfertable. I start, like pulling at my fingers and tracing my fingers. It can show how bad my emotions are too, because I will get more and more aggressive with it.
  
• When I am talking to new people, I have this stutter problem. It only happens with people that seem to have more dominant personalities from myself. Obviously, i'm not stuttering around you, so what does that say about yourself?
  

"Tell me something... if I gave you a mirror, what would you see?"

"Do you, or have you ever, been on an exercise regimen?"
Mother always wanted me to be the "wonder daughter" so she had me in cheerleading, karate, dance, and track. Her reasons for the track was so that I wouldn't get fat in off season of dance and cheer. I didn't ever fit into the cheer and dance, but Mother forced me not to quit. So I guess you can say that I have a regular "excercise regimen."

"I see... and how about your mental capabilities... what can you tell me about those?"

• I have always been really adept in, sensing people's emotions. If i can look them in the eye, I begin to feel what they feel. This is why I always want to be looking down so that I don't have to deal with it. It feels like water being poured into the top of my head, and is rushing down through my body.
  
• I also have a great awareness of my general area. If something is not right about the area, I can feel. I get really uneasy in certain places. I can sense when someone is coming near me when i'm doing something i'm not supposed to. This is really heightened when i'm by myself.
  

"Is there anything personal to you that you hold on to and take care of?"
I just want my father's photo and his wedding band. He gave me his ring the night before he died. It was as though he knew he would be waking me up in the morning. I just feel like with it on, I am holding on to a piece of him.

"How about people? Anyone important in your life?"

There isn't anyone in my life that I love or trust in my life anymore. However, if there is anyone that I absolutely hate, it would be my bitch of a mother.

"What can you tell me about your past?"

I guess the best place to begin was when I was still normal. My father was the best man in this world. He always had me giggling, and would always stop what he was doing, to love me or just entertain me. He could always make me stop crying, and start smiling. It was until that faithful night in december. I could hear the rain hitting the roof when all of a sudden my father entered my room after he had tucked me in.
He sat down on the edge of the bed while I sat up. He took off his ring, and handed it to me. He simply said, "I love you. Please keep this and protect it." I didn't know what he meant by it, it just seemed like a gift to a seven year old. I took the ring and responded with an, "I love you too, daddy." He left the room, and I went to sleep clutching to the ring. The next morning, Mother had found him dead in his favorite chair.
Over the next three years, everything reversed. I became this pissed off teen, that hated my mother and everything around me. Mother changed too. She had always been the bitch in the family, but it really increased. She threw out Daddy's chair, gave his clothes to Goodwill, and then we moved out of his house. She left behind everything that reminded us of him. However, I had a piece of him. I had his ring.
I began to notice changes in myself then. I could tell when mother was really pissed, upset, or happy by looking deeply into her eyes. I couldn't feel it at this point, but I could deffinately sense it.
Mother then told me, that I was going to be the perfect daughter that my father didn't expect out of me. Daddy wanted me to be all that I could be, but she wanted more. She enrolled me in private school, put me in all of my extracuriculars, and sent me on my way. She yelled, all the time because I was never enough for her. It got so bad, I was ready to kill her one night. I stormed out and left for three days instead. When I returned, I expected her to learn a lesson. I was mistaken. She told me that she wished I had never returned.
And you wondered why i'm so fucking angry all the time.

Notes
Addison should not be trust when she is by herself. She is very adept to her surroundings and knows when to start and stop something. Also, staff should be cautious of making eye contact with her. When Addison becomes most unsure of her surroundings, she will begin to do almost a twitch with her fingers. She explains it as "pulling" on her fingers.
Addison appears to be very angry at her mother for the way she raised her. It appears there was a sort of neglect in her life since her father's passing. Addison has a strong anger at not only her mother, but most people. She hates to be judged for her ways.

-Karen N. Adler,
Ph.D Parapsychology, Belkane

Role Play Sample
Sitting in the back of the brand new Mercedes her mom had just purchased for herself, Addison could see the looming building up ahead. It was not what The Bitch had described to her. It was more. It was hope. She was finally escaping the death grip of her mother's hand. As they drive up the long, winding drive way, Addison realizes, that she won't be alone here. There are others like herself, and for once, she might be able to consider herself normal. The only downfall being, she had to go to a mental institution before this could be considered.
Before she knew, her mother was pulling her forcefully out of the car, and pushing her towards the door. Addison looked into her mother's eyes, and felt relief. Her mother was honestly happy to be pushing her daughter away, literally.
As they entered the door, Addison saw multiple people sitting in the lobby. They looked like normal people. Addison figured they were people coming to visit the patients. She knew that her mother would never again come to visit her. This would be the first and last time her mother would see the inside of Belkane Asylum.
They sat down in the only available seats next to each other. Addison was sitting next to an attractive young man. He looked at her and said, ''Hi, i'm Rowan!" Addison hated extra peppy people, and this guy had already made it to the wrong end of her like meter. "Hi. I'm... Addison. N-nice to meet you." Talking to new people always made Addison uncomfertable, and the stutter would begin. Rowan seemed to not make any note of it. "What brought you here, Addison." Rowan asked her cheerfully. "Well, i'm s-some weirdo, and h-hell, YOLO." Addison made the move, and looked into his eyes. She felt happiness, and enjoyment. He liked her as a friend. This was not something Addison was used to.
"Green" the nurse called out. Addison and her mother arose from their seats and made their way to the door she was standing in front of. As the nurse stepped out of the way, Addison realized, she could easily be walking into either hell or heaven, and she wasn't quite ready to find out which.

Referral
IDK.

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Toward the end I encountered some strangely worded sentences. If you could correct those, that would be grand.

Aside from that, Addison seems an interesting character.

Accepted.