I think I destinctly remember using that before...oh well.
Hi, my name's not important as I'm sure you'll warm up to me without it. Everyone does.
As this is the first introduction for many of you I will be somewhat honest concerning my existence. I exist not in your world, not in Dally's reality but in my own. I lived a wonderful almost realistic life, and in this particular blog wish to capture any ideas that might have slipped past the void into forgetfullness.
So...let's begin?
For the past oh nearing 8 years you've all known someone named Dally, knowing also, this is not her real name. About 10 years ago, a little tiny tot named Nasti was wondering what the hell to do with her passion for acting that her father was basically banning her from. She wasn't satisfied by acting school and productions, wasn't at all satisfied when she landed a commercial audition and had to drag a seething Dad out of the office AFTER finding out she'd landed the thing with gas to spare. However, she let the part go and instead vowed to uphold her dignity by just doing what no one believed she could. Or what her Dad didn't want her to.
She planned, she wrote, re-wrote and worked slaving over a character that was sure to blow minds. This character became charmingly known as Dally and soon Nasti became obsessed. She took on the character when another character (And strangely enough you will soon learn that there are an infinite number of people involved in this only half of which actually own names.) named Mike* came into her life, not so accidentially. It was funny because as Nasti had laid out the plot she incorporated the details of each individual her character was to come across. Funny enough, the two characters, Mike and Dally quickly spiraled into the somewhat doomed relationship Nasti had written out for them. Oh yes it was perfect....almost.
Mike was quite the character too, and sometimes his responses coincided with what Dally was thinking so well she nearly dropped her kettle. It's happened a number of times, Dally would be spending time with Mike as was their routine and she'd find herself mouthing the words of her companion as he spoke. This of course fed her imagination more.
Now it came to a time that Dally as a created, unreal character began questioning her own sanity. At first Nasti wasn't too sure how to go about this, wondering just how far she would let herself fall into the spiral but it was a lost cause since she'd already began living as Dally. Her responses to her parents became a mix and things went blurry for a while until one pretty darn fateful evening made for a...level increase of sorts.
Mike was by no means the kind of guy Nasti would have dated, but he was exactly the guy Dally loved to fuck. Dally wasn't a whore, I'd say more of a don't matter don't care type. As Dally, Nasti could easily let go of any problems at home, or at school and pretty soon despite the dangers she fell in love with her self created character.
One night however, she had to come to the realization of a few things. 1) Just because she was a character didn't make her invincible
and 2) Her character really hated her.
It happened very quickly and was over before I realized then what I know now. Mike and Dally had a fight, (those were getting common) and a knife came into the game. Mike could have, he possibly would have, had it not been for the words "you kids cut that out!" from a neighbor. We were at the side of his house, easily seen so it ended then and there, but for once I think Nasti lost some of her cockiness and Dally realized her character was more real than Nasti had dreamt her up to be. Duh! Anyone could have told me that, right?
Well I was 14, who would I listen to?
After this incident, Dally's character bounced between mental hospitals and drugs made for a really fun ride, no doubt, but her entire being had already become too stylized, she only knew what Dally knew. Nasti had finally crossed from playing a character, to becoming that character and finally to living that character's life.
Mike was put in jail about 3 years ago. Nasti was nearing her sixteenth birthday and his family had taken her and her mother to St. Bart for a family vacation of sorts. It was shortly after their return that Mike and Dally had another confrontation but this wasn't the kind you get away with unscathed. Broken foot and a couple stitches later Dally was watching Mike get taken away in a cop car and nearly vomited. The fact was that Mike had molded Dally a great deal, while Nasti made the character, Mike directed it. This became evident when a few days later Dally was asked about their relationship. Years of acting a role had given her a lightning speed mind and she convinced the interrigation officer that Mike's intentions weren't to harm, but to better.
With Nasti running on auto-pilot Dally had her out of the way and was ready to tackle life again as a creation of a schizophrenic mind, or as my best friend used to say, an actor's greatest role.
Dally was determined to keep the plot going, in the back of her head telling herself she'd stop once she turned 18.
Next, she crossed paths with a very interesting person but that's for another time children! hahaha...seriously its enough for now.
*Names have been changed
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