Name: Kiana Soto<br/>Age:16<br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv246/IchigoRocks1/anime%20sad/sad-2.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Gender: Female<br/>Personality: Agressive, wild, hides behind a shield of acting out to hide her depression, is a cutter.<br/>Extra:<br/>Theme: Red- Feed the Machine<br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Kiana was just about to step inside her home...well more like a house with a roof over it...than really a home. Seriously? Her mom was standing in front of the door. Eyes cracked out on some sort of drug while her hands were neatly folded in her pants pocket. This was either A: A very bad sign. Or B...A you are in so much trouble cause your about to be beat kind of thing.<br/><br/>" You MISSSSSSSYYY BETTER GET YOUR----RIGHT HERE!" Instead if dealing with the issue like a normal teenager would she just turned around. Totally turning her back on her mother. There was no way she would ever come back to this fucking 600,000 thousand dollor rich home full of pain. This was it. All she did was smoke a little weed but now look at how her mom reacted?<br/><br/>Her feet took her through the woods. Every tree looked exactly the same. Why did it always look the same? Her hands went up in the air as if nothing really mattered anyways. There was no way she would turn back and go home. Oh no...she would become little miss runaway like half the other population of women in the world.<br/><br/>She had been walking for hours. The sun beating down against her back. Making her blonde hair even brighter. Her eyes were dull since now her mood went straight down to hell. She paused glancing up at the sky before looking back ahead of her. There was a stone wall up ahead. In curiosity , her feet dragged towards the wall.<br/><br/>A boy hung from the wall,hands chained by a silver rope like metal, and his body looked beaten to a degree that even petrified her. Luckily the boy was hanging lifeless with his eyes shut as she approached him.<br/><br/>At first she tugged on the chain to no avail making her fingers bleed from her desperate attempt. "Why won't you come off stupid chains!" Her foot instinctively kicked the wall. A sigh heaved from her chest. If only she was strong...<br/><br/>This went for about an hour before she gave up and slid down next the wall muttering to herself about how much of failure she was, and that the only friend she had was this dead boy hanging from a wall...ok maybe not a friend. More like a freaking weird moment in her life. " Can't you just like wake up already? "