PIERCE, DECLAN ISAAC

[DECLAN ISAAC PIERCE]

declan isaac pierce, *

SENIOR, EIGHTEEN, QUIET, ALESSANDRO DE MARCO, INSECURE, PANSEXUAL

" My name is Declan Pierce, just call me Declan and I don’t think you can really make any nicknames out of that. If you can make one, then kudos to you. I’ve lived in England for almost all of my life so yeah, I do have a British accent. I’m eighteen years old so that means I’m entirely legal and can do mostly whatever I want. I’m going to complete high school and probably find somehow to get on a tour, even if it means just being a roadie. It doesn’t matter to me, I just don’t really like it here. I guess it isn’t that bad, I’d just rather be exploring the US instead of staying one place in a tiny little apartment. I don’t really do all the drugs that most of the kids here do, but I smoke the occasional cigarette in the back-yard and there’s nothing illegal about it. I do drink when I’m bored, I’ll admit to that, but I keep to myself and don’t go out in public because that’s just stupid. I stay and drink with my brother most of the time, so he doesn’t really care. Hell, he does it with me.

I’m that quiet kid that nobody at school knows about and I intend to keep it that way. I won’t ignore anyone though, that’s just rude. I’ll talk to you if you talk to me first and I find you interesting. I’m polite to people though, I always use my manners. It takes a lot for me to be rude to someone, that’s for sure. I put up with a lot of crap because I know it doesn’t matter, and quite frankly, it doesn’t bother me unless it’s all coming down on me at once… but hey, that’s what talking to my brother and smoking is for. I’ll hold the door open for even the meanest guy in school, it’s not that they deserve it, it’s just that it’s how my brain is programmed and it happens like that. You’d think I was pretty confident in myself, just by how I act and how I walk, seeming to be proud, but I really couldn’t think of myself as anything above shit. I’m capable of so much more, but I don’t do it. Maybe I’m just not trying hard enough, I don’t know. But I don’t eat anymore. I just don’t.

My past, yeah? Well… that’s pretty easy. I mean, it was simple. My parents were both ignorant assholes and sucked. We lived in a run-down little apartment and they didn’t always do their job right. I still have scars from not doing ‘my job’ right because I didn’t understand what I was supposed to do, but they punished me anyway. Physically, and brutally. I don’t like to talk about it, but it’s the truth of what happened. I was a pretty chubby kid I guess, because they always told me I was too fat. My school nurse told me I was a perfectly normal weight, maybe under, but I’ve never been able to believe her. I guess some things that people say to you just stick to you. It’s the same story with my OCD, my therapist thinks. She thinks that a habit turned into an obsession and that’s what brought it out in me, on top of having the gene in my family and my parents being carriers of the tiring, and inconvenient disorder. I truly hate it, but it’s a lot of how I function. My binders, my room, everything. It’s all so insanely clean… 'I’m not normal'. I live with my brother now, my parents were jailed. It's only the two of us because my little sister recently passed away, but I know it's sure as hell better for her in heaven than it would be with us.
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