Mental/personality disorders and/or addictions: erotomania, sleep terror disorder
Live-in patient or not? (this status can be changed later): live-in
Backstory:
Justin Taylor was seventeen when his father found out about him. Horrified the man’s own flesh and blood was a dirty homosexual, he blew up at his son, causing the young boy to run away scared and confused. He spent his nights ran away on the streets, and that’s when the night terrors began. Most of the time he had no recollection of what caused him to awake so violently throughout the night, but he figured it had something to do with how his father had treated him before he left.
He stayed around the downtown New York area because even though it was dangerous, it was cheap. He could buy a pizza for a dollar, and a soda to go along with that for another dollar. The only things he found remotely expensive were drinks at clubs, so he didn’t go clubbing all too much for that reason and he could never hold on to a fake ID for longer than a month or so.
When he did club, though, he partied hard. He charmed all the boys around into buying him drinks, giving him a place to stay for the night, and even cuddling him through his horrendous nightmares that seemed to plague him no matter where he went. Normally he left early the next morning, but one man changed everything.
Robert Crawford was the man who forced Justin into Gale. They’d met at a club one night, and immediately clicked. The boy became under the impression that this man was in love with him because of that, and didn’t leave him alone. No matter how often Robert rejected Justin, told him he wasn’t in love with him, the young man would never leave it be. Every time the man said no when the crazed youth asked if he was in love with him, he grew angry and said he was simply in denial. These heated arguments normally ended violently, and soon enough Robert couldn’t take the psychotic boy anymore.
He called the police on poor Justin and accused him of stalking and assaulting him. It was Justin’s eighteenth birthday when he was deemed clinically insane and admitted into Gale at just barely the required age for the institution for his erotomania along with his sleep terror disorder.
Writing Sample:
“I’m not in love with you. How many fucking times do I need to tell you that before you get it through your thick skull, kid?!” Robert screamed, absolutely fuming. A smirk appeared on the younger man’s lips and he simply shook his head. He couldn’t believe this man. It was so incredibly obvious he was completely smitten with Justin, but he never seemed to admit it.
“Look, Robbie. I know it’s hard to admit these things, but I’m telling you it’s okay,” he said with a soft smile. Still, the look of complete and utter disbelief tied with pure rage adorned the features of the man across from him, and he sighed. “Don’t look at me like that. I know it’s tough, but you’ll get through it. Promise,” he added. He then proceeded to go over to Robert despite the man looking as if he wanted to kill the youth on the spot, and placed what he perceived to be a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Immediately, the elder threw Justin’s hand off of him, disgust now apparent on his features. For a moment he was silent, but as the younger’s expression shifted to confusion at Robert’s actions, he shook his head in shock. “My God, you really think I’m in love with you, don’t you?” he asked in hardly a whisper. The boy couldn’t help but chuckle a little at how lost the man in front of him looked.
“Sweetie, I don’t think…” He started out, moving in closer to Robert. By now, Justin was under the impression that the other’s heavy breathing was out of arousal, when in reality it was discomfort, but reality seemed to be something the young man had lost track of a long time ago. He then leaned in so his face was mere centimeters away from Robert’s, and smirked. “I know…”
AIM: withagunxx92
Character's name: Justin Taylor
Age of character: 18
Picture of character: Click! xD
Character's journal: lovesmenot92
Mental/personality disorders and/or addictions: erotomania, sleep terror disorder
Live-in patient or not? (this status can be changed later): live-in
Backstory:
Justin Taylor was seventeen when his father found out about him. Horrified the man’s own flesh and blood was a dirty homosexual, he blew up at his son, causing the young boy to run away scared and confused. He spent his nights ran away on the streets, and that’s when the night terrors began. Most of the time he had no recollection of what caused him to awake so violently throughout the night, but he figured it had something to do with how his father had treated him before he left.
He stayed around the downtown New York area because even though it was dangerous, it was cheap. He could buy a pizza for a dollar, and a soda to go along with that for another dollar. The only things he found remotely expensive were drinks at clubs, so he didn’t go clubbing all too much for that reason and he could never hold on to a fake ID for longer than a month or so.
When he did club, though, he partied hard. He charmed all the boys around into buying him drinks, giving him a place to stay for the night, and even cuddling him through his horrendous nightmares that seemed to plague him no matter where he went. Normally he left early the next morning, but one man changed everything.
Robert Crawford was the man who forced Justin into Gale. They’d met at a club one night, and immediately clicked. The boy became under the impression that this man was in love with him because of that, and didn’t leave him alone. No matter how often Robert rejected Justin, told him he wasn’t in love with him, the young man would never leave it be. Every time the man said no when the crazed youth asked if he was in love with him, he grew angry and said he was simply in denial. These heated arguments normally ended violently, and soon enough Robert couldn’t take the psychotic boy anymore.
He called the police on poor Justin and accused him of stalking and assaulting him. It was Justin’s eighteenth birthday when he was deemed clinically insane and admitted into Gale at just barely the required age for the institution for his erotomania along with his sleep terror disorder.
Writing Sample:
“I’m not in love with you. How many fucking times do I need to tell you that before you get it through your thick skull, kid?!” Robert screamed, absolutely fuming. A smirk appeared on the younger man’s lips and he simply shook his head. He couldn’t believe this man. It was so incredibly obvious he was completely smitten with Justin, but he never seemed to admit it.
“Look, Robbie. I know it’s hard to admit these things, but I’m telling you it’s okay,” he said with a soft smile. Still, the look of complete and utter disbelief tied with pure rage adorned the features of the man across from him, and he sighed. “Don’t look at me like that. I know it’s tough, but you’ll get through it. Promise,” he added. He then proceeded to go over to Robert despite the man looking as if he wanted to kill the youth on the spot, and placed what he perceived to be a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Immediately, the elder threw Justin’s hand off of him, disgust now apparent on his features. For a moment he was silent, but as the younger’s expression shifted to confusion at Robert’s actions, he shook his head in shock. “My God, you really think I’m in love with you, don’t you?” he asked in hardly a whisper. The boy couldn’t help but chuckle a little at how lost the man in front of him looked.
“Sweetie, I don’t think…” He started out, moving in closer to Robert. By now, Justin was under the impression that the other’s heavy breathing was out of arousal, when in reality it was discomfort, but reality seemed to be something the young man had lost track of a long time ago. He then leaned in so his face was mere centimeters away from Robert’s, and smirked. “I know…”
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