Post by hero on Nov 28, 2010 12:18:29 GMT -6
HiroDOMINICMori
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
You know my name, you idiot but if you really must be told, I am Hiro Mori. Hiro meaning generous, Dominic meaning lord and Mori meaning forest. So I guess that makes me a Generous lord doesn’t it? My name has no real purpose other then my mother not wanting to call me ‘boy’ or rather the hospital objected to her reluctance in naming me. So I was named by the doctor that delivered me, isn’t something to be proud of?
“Next question, how’s school?”
School is a small reprieve in hell. I enjoy it very much and if I hear one more time that it’s not surprising because I’m of Asian decent I will hurt you. I like school because it is my safe haven not because of my race. My favorite class was literature(not math); books allow me an escape from my everyday life. If only people didn’t piss me off so much I would have enjoyed school much more then I did.
“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”
I spend a majority of my time working on cars; it was a way to get money without having to resort to stealing. I detest stealing. My favorite ‘hang out’ would be Mr. Cox’s garage, he was the one who taught me about cars and helped to really get me addicted to cars. When I was hiding out in a garage I was hiding in my room reading a book. I loved to read almost more then I loved fixing cars…almost. Most of the time I would end up bringing books to the garage and split my time between reading and fixing cars.
“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”
My family and I don’t really get along. My mother is a beautiful woman who is the light of my grandparent’s lives. I wish she had aborted me when she had the chance. I hate myself and I also hate my mother for how she has treated me throughout my life. My mother can’t stand the sight of me because I reminder her that my sire raped her. My sire, the rapist is from what I gathered a white man with a tattoo of a cross on his right arm. I hate my sire with all my being and wish that he had pulled out before he ejaculated. My friends are almost nonexistent my only real friend is Mr. Cox’s 14-year-old daughter who I could talk both cars and books with. How sad at that, my only friend is the 14-year-old daughter of my boss.
“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
I am a child of rape. I am disgusting, worthless piece of shit that should have died at birth. I look like my beautiful mother, Japanese brown eyes, black hair that I keep short and shaggy. Sometimes when the shame gets too much I dye it a different color, sometimes brown and other red, so my mother can look at me. I dress in what ever is clean and available. My mother says that I have a certain look about me that says that I am the child of a monster. I hate myself for what I am.
“Have you had any trouble with the law?”
I do not steal, but I have had issues with fighting, before I realized just what kind of a monster I really am. I have terrible anger issues that my grandparents say I get from my sire and I believe them. My anger issues cause me to get into all sorts of fights; I’ve never hit a woman thought and will never do so. I’ve put two people in the hospital two different times during a fight I’ve been arrested on five different occasions, but I’m quite sure you knew that because you have my file. I’ve run away three times and had to be escorted home, my grandfather then beat me. So yes I have had trouble with the law.
“Why did you do it?”
Why did I do it? I am an angry little boy, or so says the anger management councilor I am required to see three times a week. Honestly though, I did it because I hate myself so I took it out on those boys I made them hurt like I hurt every single day. I ran away because I hate my home, my grandfather beats me, my grandmother and my mother can’t stand the sight of me. Why shouldn’t I cause problem? Why can’t I make people hurt as hurt?
“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”
The worst thing I’ve ever done, other then being born? I yelled at my mother once, it was my birthday, I was only 10 and I still didn’t understand why she hated me so I yelled at her. I called her a frigid bitch and demanded to know why she hated me. That was when she told me I was a child of rape. It was then that I put that first boy in the hospital, I ran away to the park and beat the boy simply because he made eye contact with me. I grabbed a rock and punched him. It was so bad that they had to call an ambulance; I left the park in handcuffs. I spent the next two nights in jail then I met with the judge he decided I was a danger to society and had me sent away to a Juvenal Facility where I stayed for a year and a half.
"What the thing you're most proud of?"
My ability to fix cars, it’s something I’ve worked hard at. I can drive very well, I can fix almost anything on a car. Back home in Wichita I have a car in Mr. Cox’s garage that he is holding for me. It’s mine I built it from the ground up and my mother can’t say anything about it. I refuse to have my one good accomplishment tainted by my sire or mother.
"Got any vices?"
My intense self-loathing? Does that count? I do not smoke, drink or gamble. I do not use or sell drugs. I do like to punch people thought so I suppose that might work as a vice. I used to bite my nail but my grandfather helped me break that habit. When I am particularly stressed I tend to forget to eat but it’s nothing too serious.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
Can you not tell by now? I would change my birth or at least who my sire is. I would change how I feel about my family; I would change how my family feels about me. I wish…they would love or at least not look at me with disgust. I would change how my family looks at me; I can’t stand the looks of disgust, and hatred. I don’t deserve them…or do I?
“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
The second time I put someone in the hospital. I was walking home from school and someone made a crack about me being a bastard, because I am, my mother and sire are not married. All that day I have taken abuse from my schoolmates I had reached my breaking point. That person, Clayton Johnson, called me a half-breed bastard and I punched him once in the face. He returned fire and then I snapped. My lawyer tells me that I then proceeded to nearly beat him to death by slamming his head on the concrete, I said I was walking home remember? Sidewalks make great murder weapons. I most likely would have killed the boy too had a police officer not pulled me off of him. I think it was the judge that recommended that I be send to B.A.D. He seemed to think that I am depressed and I could be a better person if I was no in the presence of my family. I came to B.A.D my freshmen year and I have yet to change.
“Do you deserve to be here?”
I deserve to be in prison. I do not think that the judge made the correct decision when he sent me here. I am not suffering enough for this to be a proper punishment. I deserve much worse then this and for some reason they wont give it too me.
"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."
This is pointless I have basically told you my whole life just moments ago and here you are asking for more. Idiot. I was born in Wichita, Kansas on April 1st; my birth is all one big joke. From a young age I knew that my family was not normal, it was obvious that my grandparents hated me, we lived with them all my life, and my mother couldn’t bare to look at me. So the longest time I tried so hard to make her proud, my grades were perfect, I was the smartest child in class. I tried to be the best child I could. I didn’t argue, I did my chores but still they hated me. I was seven when my grandfather first hit me. I remember I cried when my mother couldn’t even say my name, my grandfather who was in the room slapped me and said that I shouldn’t look at my mother like that and left me alone crying.
It wasn’t until my first run in with the law when I was 10 years old the I discovered just why everyone hated me. I called her a frigid bitch and demanded to know why she hated me. That was when she told me I was a child of rape. It was then that I put that first boy in the hospital, I ran away to the park and beat the boy simply because he made eye contact with me. I grabbed a rock and punched him still holding the rock. After that incident I spend the next year and a half in a juvenile facility and that was also the when I started my anger management.
After my release from the facility I tried to avoid my house as much as possible and that’s how I met Mr. Cox. I think I said something about one of the cars he was fixing and he called me over and that started my infatuation with cars. I then spend the next four years trying to avoid people, and keep my nose clean and it did until my run in with Clayton Johnson. After my incarceration from that incident the judge recommended this place and I haven’t seen or heard from my family since I was arrested. I think that they disowned me and I hope that they are finally happy with their lives. When I graduate I really don’t know where I’m going to go…
Mori, Hiro, D
Race:Japanese-American
DOB and Age:April 1st, 18
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 14, four years
Grade:12
Health issues: Easily dislocated shoulder
Other: Hiro is depressed, he hates himself.
Race:Japanese-American
DOB and Age:April 1st, 18
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 14, four years
Grade:12
Health issues: Easily dislocated shoulder
Other: Hiro is depressed, he hates himself.
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