Jemma Bisset age: 30
hair:brown/black
height: 5'5
eye color: green
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

They say we are a product of our environment. I believe this is true
There are vague memories of a family,
of running around racing my brother.
The arms of a strong man as he twirled me around in the air.
The face of lady as she smiled watching her family.
The feeling of being loved.

Then one day it all ended.

The sound of screeching tires
the sound of metal as it twisted
feeling the tears, as pain ran through my body.
I recall looking up, seeing my mother.
Her face bloody, but her voice soothing.
"It will be ok, Jemma"

Then it was all gone. I was alone.

A distant aunt took me in.
I was a quiet child from that point out.
Never really made any friends. I was good in school,
but never participated in events. It was life.

I graduated high school at the top of my class and went on to college.
It was there I met him.
He was beautiful, caring, trusting.
He brought out in me what I had closed off from the world.
He made me laugh, made me share my dreams, my fears.
In the end he was gone too.
A random mugging gone wrong.

Another loved one gone. I'm cursed.

Needing to just forget.
I finished a course in nursing and got my degree.
I figured if those around me were going to die
why not deal with it on a daily bases and care for them before it happened.
Still I continued classes for a psychology degree
just a few credits shorts of a Doctrine, I quit.

A man hired me.
He was in his late 60's.
He became a second father to me.
Benedict Lucius
He hired me as his nurse.
He was dying. It was cancer.
His family, a son did not know.
I was hired on as an assistant to him
He ran a company that dealt in trade
some dirty, most very clean.
As he became sicker and sicker
I was the one to care for him and run the business dealings
I bought and sold.
I did underhanded things to get what I wanted, what he wanted.
I became a daughter he never had
a loved one that enjoyed the business as much as he.
His son, just spent the money.
Never knowing that his father was dying until it happened.

My new father was gone. I'm cursed.

He left me the bulk of the estate
His son was furious.
Vowing to make my life hell
he attempted at least two times to kill me.
A poisoning once and my brakes cut another time.
I was not sticking around for a third.

I headed out.
An attorney in another city is the only one that knows my where abouts.
He deals with the company and reports to me.
I live off that income and fly off to unknown places at times to seal and sign documents.
those meeting places unknown.
To keep The Son from finding me.
I know that he would try again.
That he wants me dead.

I found my way to The City.
Now going by the name Jemma Bisset to those that meet me.
My past name a secret to all.
I hope to find peace here.
I know that love isn't possible
for with love brings death.

I'm cursed.


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