Generation 2 | Chapter 3: Making Friends

I walked around Sunset Valley, enjoying how beautiful the town was. But I knew I was a homeless, orphaned 17 year old who needs to settle down and find a place to live.

The local supermarket hired me as a cashier. I needed a job to make money for a place to live.

Work would start the next day. I was anxious to get my first job. But then I thought about the baby challenge I wanted to do. It doesn't seem possible to start with my current situation.

To kill time a joined a 2 hour painting class. I met a girl a little bit older than me named Terra Wilder and became friends with her. After class Terra and I agreed to meet at the park.

Terra and I sat down on the swings and talked about her life.She told me that when she was 15 she was almost kidnapped but someone fought her to-be abductor off with a knife. Unfortunately, the person missed the abductor and accidently stabbed Terra in her eye, leaving it scarred and blinded. She had surgery last year on it because it had wandered and she wanted it corrected. I told her my story; My mother completed the 100 Baby Challenge but a few years afterwards she had breast cancer but ended up being killed by a gang for no reason. My father and other siblings he had with my mom were killed in a car accident and I dealt with survivor's guilt and stopped eating, eventually turning me anorexic. I was in the hospital for four months before escaping and fianlly ending up here, but now I want to do the 100 Baby Challenge in my family's honor.
"Well," Terra started, "Having a hundred babies on your own will be quite tough."
I dug my foot into the dirt, "Yeah, I just don't know when to start. I don't even have a place to call my home anymore."
"My suggestion for you is waiting a few years when you're older and really ready. And if you're interested, I have a guest room at my house you can stay in once you're ready to be completely on your own and start your challenge."
"Thank you," I say "Its probably too dangerous for me to sleep outside here in the open."

Terra took me to my new "home" and showed me around before we settled on watching TV for the evening. She was quite the cook when she made cheeseburgers for dinner, they were really one of the best I've ever eaten.

Sleepiness set in and I crawled into bed. I took one last glance of my new room before falling asleep and realized that my life didn't suck so bad. Terra cares about me and is willing to be of my assistance and for now, that's all I need.
Maybe she's my new motherly figure... I don't know yet.

Generation 2 | Chapter 2: Lost it All

Author's Note: Lol I guess I've decided to write chapters on here every now and then until I get bored. So enjoy!

*7 Years Later* 

I lost everything. My father and siblings unfortunately passed away in a car accident caused by a drunk driver two years ago. The only reason I survived was because I wasn't in the car. To forget, I moved to Sunset Valley and changed my last name to Shepard. Celesta Shepard was a name I somewhat enjoyed. But the memories stood. Every day I stood in the mirror and hated myself for living with the people I loved most dying. Watching myself get thinner and paler slowly as it killed me a little inside. The mirror was my enemy but in a way I couldn't live without looking into it, as if it was an addiction. I knew I wasn't supposed to be here, but somehow I was staying. Now there is barely anything on my body one could call fat. Each day was now a sickly struggle. I was exhausted every day but not able to fall asleep.

It was difficult to get my frail body out of bed. Someday my body would give in to this disease they call anorexia, but it's not yet. A faint, white light gleamed in the corner of my eyes, and I knew that my body was ready to give up on life. Somehow I managed to get up and go to the kitchen to swallow a whole lot of unnecessary medications that I had found.

I started to feel more cold and the faint light grew stronger. Something told me that this was the day I could finally be free of all pain and guilt and be with my family again. But an unnatural instinct knocked me to the ground along with the landline phone. The fight or flight instincts I had kicked in and managed to dial the emergency number as I went limp and coughed heavily.

While the line rung I felt my lips go numb. The end was almost near for me. But when an operator finally picked up I coughed out softy "Help.... I'm dying" before going completely numb and limp. Nothing could save me and and light shone in my face. Slowly, I closed my eyes and let my soul go and be free. No more pain and torture. It was done. Life was over.

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Slowly, I opened my eyelids and looked around. Monitors around me beeped and I quickly was aware of the tube connected to my stomach. Somehow somebody managed to save me even though I was about to die. A nurse walked in and asked me if I needed anything. A quiet "no" escaped my lips. She sat on my bed and told me that I had to be resuscitated five times but still managed to escape death's grip. I was going to be here for quite a while, but the nurse rubbed my hand and told me as long as I cooperated I could get out in less time and be healthy.

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The hospital made me start going to a support group for people with eating disorders as soon as I was able to sit up in a wheelchair and walk a bit. The two hour long sessions every Tuesday felt longer than they actually were. I didn't talk much in group, besides introducing myself as a 17 year old girl who's family died and now dealing with survivor's guilt.

When not in group or anything, I usually sleep, since there's nothing to do at all in this stupid hospital full of stupid people.

Enough was enough and I decided escape from this hellhole. Quickly, I threw on a pair of clothes that once hung off of my body, but not anymore. The hospital was small, with only two floors, and I was on the first. Using what strength I had, I pushed up the window and climbed out. The smell of fresh air was exhilarating after not being able to smell it for months.

O hai dere

Yeah, I kinda don't have Celesta and the others anymore. Something happened to my Sims game and now the only sim from this blog I have is a backup of Kristine I put on the Exchange. But in the meantime I have made a Simblr (I'll put the link on the bottom of this post) and if I can make a new Marley and Celesta and others I'll put updates of them on there. Celesta may or may not do her baby challenge IF she's brought back. It just might be a legacy, I don't know. I'm going to start my simblr by doing a speed 100 baby challenge (no plot or anything, just babies and maybe fathers)

So yeah.

http://melissathesimmer.tumblr.com/

The End

Okay, I'm getting this out at 12 am on a Saturday night. Everyone knows this blog ended back in July. My laptop screen got severely damaged and needed to be replaced, but I never did get to that. But then I discovered I didn't really like blogging. I found something better I wanted to do in my life but I never really knew I really wanted to do it and I was meant to do it until a few months ago. I want to become a musician one day. Anyways, I'm more busy with school and sports and stuff now more than ever, and it will probably be this way until after college. I kinda started to get bored of blogging in the middle of Kris's challenge, so that's why she had so many sets of quads. I thought that once I got some change in my story besides her just having babies after babies, I would actually enjoy blogging again. But I didn't. I'll still leave this blog up so people can read it and enjoy whatever crap I wrote 2 years ago. I've definitely changed since then. I'm not even a good writer anymore. I like music and playing instruments more. I'm better at it anyways. I don't even talk to even half of my friends that I made on this community anymore because they quit as well, and I'm sure it's for the same reason. I've even forgotten about this blog, but I do kinda miss writing to be honest. I miss Kris and Celesta and the others, but they're all on my broken laptop. I rarely ever play Sims anymore. I just have better and healthier things I like to do in life than sitting on a computer all day. I guarantee that I won't get my laptop back anyways. I have a sim  facebook still (Melissa Sims) but I'm rarely on if you want to add that.

So this is goodbye forever </3