Dahlia

Much of her early life is a blur to her. An unfortunate accident ocurred and left her without memory, or rather, large gaps within it. As far as she can remember, she lived a fairly peaceful life without much worry. A saccharine life with little to note.

The accident itself was likely out of no where, but whatever it was it has somewhat stained her view of the world as a whole. Her parents were killed in the accident, and it left her very, very shaken up.

With no parents, she had little choice but to live in an orphange for quite some time. She still had her sisters to keep her goin, though, through thick and thin. Her health was of great concern during her stay at the orphanage, and before she had even turned 18 she had been relocated once more to a hospital.  

It was in this hospital where she spent the next few years of her life. All the way up to the ripe old age of 22, whereupon she was deemed healthy by the staff. Whether this was actually true, or not is uncertain as shortly after her realse, the hospital was shut down due to lack of funding. Choosing not to think about the implications of this, she moved yet again to her current dwelling.

Uncertain of a great portion of her childhood, and whether or not she was truely well was a diquieting thought to say the least. Her life being somewhat in shambles by this point, causing her untold stress, and grief. A white streak even making itself prominent in her hair. But life goes on, and for the next few years she was utterly alone without anyone she knew, or held dearly.

After an unfortunate few years alone, something seemingly miraculous happened. Her sisters showed up in her life again. Just as she remembered them from all those years ago. She dared not look a gift horse in the mouth, and simply accepted their presence within her life again.

~WIP~

Fire;
Pushy people;
Hospitals;

Also, don't be an idiot.