Post by candy on Sept 2, 2011 20:57:56 GMT -6
CANDYADELLEZAMORA
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
"The name on the birth certificate is Candace Adelle Zamora, but I'm sure you probably already knew that. But my NAME is Candy, it's the only thing people know me as and call me. Most people don't even know my last name. I'm just Candy. Of course, with a name like that. There's plenty of nicknames to go with it. But I don't really mind those."
“Next question, how has your High School career gone thus far?”
"I dropped out when I ran away. And I don't miss it. My grades where okay I guess, they started dropping after I got to high school. I knew most of the answers, I just didn't bother doing the work or turning stuff in. My teachers used to say I was smart just not dedicated, whatever that means. I knew I wasn't smart, I knew school couldn't help me, and I knew there was nothing better out there for me. So why should I have continued to go?"
“What did you do when you weren't in school? Any hobbies or sports, anything like that?”
"Sports? No! My sport was avoiding my mom at all cost. When she wasn't passed out on the couch hugging an almost empty vodka bottle that is. I guess, my hobbies would be sneaking the alcohol from my mom and drinking it myself. Then I got tired of that being my life twenty-four seven. That's when I ran away. "
“Family and friends are pretty important. Tell me about them. How are your relationships with them?”
"Family and friends? I don't have any. My mother is a drunk that can't even take care of herself, let alone a child she never wanted to have. My father died when I was 3 months old. I'm not even sure what happened. I do know that he had our bags packed, he was going to leave my mom and take me away from her. But he died before he had a chance. I don't know much about him. I could never get my mom to tell me any stories about him. But, somehow I still know that he was a pretty decent guy. I blame my mom for my father's death. If she wasn't drinking all the time and...Anyway, I don't like to talk about my father. And I hate my mother, so there's no point in talking about her either. As for friends? The only real friend I have...or had...was Noah. He was the sweetest and kindest guy I've ever met. I loved and trusted him, at least, as much as I can love and trust anyone. I met him after I ran away from home. He was...involved in this gang. He took me in and took care of me. Especially after..we found out I was pregnant. He wanted a better life for us, we were going to leave Chicago. He planned on leaving the gang he was in, but they weren't happy with that idea. He fought as hard as he could, but in the end. They were all stronger. And they killed him. I lost the baby soon after, they never knew. I didn't have anywhere else to go, so I joined them. I know now why Noah didn't want me involved with them...I know I'll never love anyone else like that again."
“Thank you for sharing that with me. So those are your family and friends, what about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
"I'm kind of a mess, isn't that why we're all here?! As for looks; I've been told I look like my father. I can see it, there's one picture that was taken after I was born with me and my dad. I keep it with me. I have his light brown eyes. And his smile, he had a great smile. I'm glad I look more like my dad. I don't want anything from my mother. But the stuff I did get from her, where all bad. I have a tattoo on my lower back. Three X's; I didn't want to get it, but I was held down and forced to get it, just like everyone else in there. I have another tattoo on my wrist to remember Noah. Not that I could ever forget him. He's the only reason I'm still alive. Like I said earlier, I'm a mess. My mother really screwed me up. I had to take care of her, I had to keep her alive. I had to clean up the mess when Todd; that was my step father for about 3 and a half years, left her on the floor bleeding. Then I had to take care of myself when he would do the same to me. I'm used to taking care of myself. Came in pretty handy when I was living on the street. I learned to look out for me, to not let anyone in, and to not get attached to anyone, because everyone is either bad, or leaves. "
“Other then the reason your here, at Blackwood Academy, have you had any other issues with law enforcement?”
"I've gotten charged with possession a few times. Sometimes I would just get fined, I think they felt sorry for me. One time a bunch of us were caught having an illegal poker game. Most people got away, I didn't. I didn't try too hard to run away when the cops caught us. I've never understood why. A couple of us girls got charged with solicitation of prostitution. Apparently, the guys we were pursuing were actually cops. I didn't want to do it, I really didn't. I didn't want to betray Noah that way. But I was forced to do a lot of things I didn't want to do. I had no control over anything when I was in there. But they looked out for me, for the most part. As long as I did what I was told, I was okay."
“What is the worst thing you’ve done? Why did you feel the need to do that?”
"The worst thing I've done? There are so many bad things, I don't know where to begin. I think the worst thing I've ever done was when I sold heroin to this mother who brought her four year old daughter with her to buy it in a back alley after midnight. That's probably the most awful thing I've ever seen, and I've seen some pretty awful things. Apparently, she was a regular customer. No one cared about the child, just so long as she got her drugs and they got their money. It was a terrible night. I felt so sick afterward, I dosed up and tried to drink all the guilt away. It didn't work. Nothing ever worked."
"What the one things you're most proud of?"
"That's an odd question. I don't...really know. I'm not proud of anything. I've never done anything to be proud of. My mother damn sure wasn't proud of anything. I was a mistake to her. I'm proud of my father, and I wish I could be proud to be his daughter. But I've ruined that. I know this is not how my dad would want me to be. Instead I turned out to be like my mother, but with him gone, was there really any other out come I could have had? I doubt it."
"Other then your trouble with law enforcement, do you have any vices or addictions?"
"I use to steal cigarettes and alcohol from my mom. I kind of got hooked on that stuff. I have my moms alcoholic gene, how surprising right? In the gang, it was pretty much mandatory to be use some kind of drug, usually heroin or cocaine, constantly, that's how they keep you locked in. A never ending supply, as long as you sold your soul away to them. A small price to pay. I wouldn't say I'm an addict, I didn't use like every day. Just when I would start to feel sick, have some chills. So, it wasn't too bad...right?"
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
"As much as I would love to have my father back in my life, I know that I wouldn't have met Noah. I wish more than anything that Noah was still alive, that I didn't have to watch him die, all because he loved me. Because he wanted to make a better life for us and our son or daughter. I blame myself for it. I would change that night, so we could just be somewhere totally different now, together, than where we're at now."
“What criminal act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
"Well, there were already so many things on my record. I guess the last straw was when I got arrested for vandalism. Well, it wasn't only me. There were a few others, and a few who got away. We were defacing some guy's property. I don't know what happened to the others. With everything else that was on my record, the judge said it was either here or jail for who knows how long. So here am I. I'm sure this will be better than jail again. Plus, no one knows where I am, that's a good start. "
“Do think that you deserve to be here?”
"I don't know, I've done a lot of pretty awful things. This place seems like it offers a second chance for most people. And I don't think I deserve to have a second chance. And I doubt it would even help me. I don't think there's anything anyone can do to help me anymore. I was ordered to come here, it's not like someone was worried or cared enough to 'get me help'. I suppose it's better than going to jail and it's a whole lot better than being on the streets. But I did okay, and I could continue to be okay if I wasn't here."
"Tell me about your life before Blackwood Academy contacted you, what led up to your stay here."
"Well I don't know. It was pretty much hell. I lived in a town close to Chicago with just my mom since I was born. My father died when I was three months old, . She was married to this guy, Todd for a few years after I turned ten. I don't remember too much from that time. I don't know if I tried to block it out or what. All I know is that he wasn't a good man. But he had some money, so that was good enough for my mom. And because of that fact, that gave him the right to do anything he wanted. To my mother, or to me. She didn't care, as long as she got his money. Usually to spend on booze. She would allow him to hit her if he want, and then me. Only I usually fought back. And when that happened, he'd get rougher and decided prove that he was in control by hitting me some more.
Luckily, after about two years, or three. I don't really know, it was all a blur. He left my mom for someone younger. I don't know what happened to him after that, we never heard from him again. I guess that was a good thing, you'd think right? But after that, my mother's drinking got even worse. I didn't think it could but it did. I guess that's probably when my own drinking started happening, I needed something to get me through living with her. She was always yelling at me and telling me how much of a disappointment I was to her. A few years of that, and I had to escape. I ran away, stayed in Chicago for a while. That's where I met Noah. I understood him more than anyone else in his life, and he understood me.
After he died, I wasn't the same. Watching him die took a toll on me. Then I lost our baby. I'm not sure what happened. I was only like eleven weeks, I might have died if it weren't for another girl in the group. I barely knew her name. She took me to a clinic and they helped me. She said she'd keep my secret for me. She was in the same as I was, didn't want to be involved but couldn't get out.
After that, it just got worse from there. Up for days at a time, making money by doing whatever some guy told me to do. Or else there would be some kind of consequence. Using just to make things a little bit better, if only for a little while. I wouldn't say it was any better than living with my mom. Or when my mom was married to Todd. It was a different kind of bad."
Last Name, First Name, Middle Initial:
Zamora, Candy, A.
Race:
Caucasian
DOB and Age:
08-13-1994/16
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy:
16/New arrival
Grade:
Sophomore
Health issues:
Doctor says she most likely can't have children anymore
Other:
That's about it.
Zamora, Candy, A.
Race:
Caucasian
DOB and Age:
08-13-1994/16
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy:
16/New arrival
Grade:
Sophomore
Health issues:
Doctor says she most likely can't have children anymore
Other:
That's about it.
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How you found us: From Dani.
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