Kiara Stories

Kiara, the character speaking in this particular poem, is very, very mentally unstable. She is extremely depressed and the poem may trigger if you have a history of self-harm, or you have severe depression. If you do not wish to read such material, turn away now. I am not joking or exaggerating when I say that this poem is very harsh, very realistic, and extremely triggering. I am also not joking (or being a hypocrite bec...

Full name: Kiara Alma Aurora Age: 17 Hair: Hazelnut Eyes: Alexandrite Skin: creamy, porcelain Height: 5'6" Weight: 127lbs Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Straight Favorite Drink: V8 Vfusion or Cherries Jubilee glass bottle soda Favorite Frozen Treat: orange popsicles Favorite Food: strawberries/cucumbers/salmon Hobbies: piano, caring for her kitten (Midnight) Fears: men, the dark, unlocked bedroom doors Marks/Scars/Tat...

"Are you okay?" "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" "Well... your expression... and you're a ways from home." "Port Angeles wasn't home." "Okay... so why are you sad?" "This town reminds me of Rhode Island." "Your home?" "Yeah..." "What reminds you of it?" "The library... the smallness of it all." "Oh." "It makes me think of my parents..." "I'm sorry." "...and my brother... and the accident." "Do you want to leave? Go somewhe...