Blakely Nottingham | Age: 16 | Condition: Schizophrenia (Rare Type) | FC: Emma Roberts
Sleep is a rejuvenating time that is a solace for much of society. Blakely Nottingham is deathly afraid of falling asleep, for whenever she closes her eyes she is ripped from her world and thrust into another plane. You see, Blakely has an immensely rare form of schizophrenia where while conscious she believes that she is in a fantasy world. It is only when she goes to sleep that she thinks she is in reality. This daily sojourn to this “fake” world unnerves her causing her to be distant, cold, and melancholy. She is quite moody. Her true demeanor is much different. Blakely is a driven girl. Were not for her determined will, her disorder may have led her to complete insanity long ago. She is creative and snarky, but she rarely lets people in to witness this fun side of her. Why should she? We are all but figments of her imagination. Her grandparents enrolled her in Brookhaven in the hopes that somehow Blakely can come to terms with this world.
Caraleigh Barnette | Age: 17 | Condition: Trichotillomania & Inferiority Complex | FC: Emma Watson
Caraleigh was a beautiful baby. Yes all parents think that, but she was irrefutably one of the most cherubic children most people had ever seen. Her aunt being a former Miss Tennessee obviously pushed to get her into pageants. Caraleigh was a hit up until around seven when something tragic hit. While at a pageant, Caraleigh was left alone. A stranger posing as a judge kidnapped her. Her aunt realized what occurred rather quickly, and security was able to find her that same day, yet not before something unthinkable occurred. Caraleigh, a mere child, was raped. It had a profound affect on her. Never again did she attend a pageant. Never again could she stand to look in the mirror and see how beautiful she was. In an attempt to make herself look as horrible as she felt, Caraleigh went on an assault against her gorgeous locks. She ripped her hair out whenever she was alone, pulling so hard that she unearthed the follicles. Her eye lashes, bangs, and eyebrows all suffered. Whenever she felt bad about herself or when she felt hollow inside, the only way she could cope was to pull out hair. Soon, she couldn’t leave the house without a scarf around her head. Once again her aunt approached her parents with an idea. She brought them a brochure of this great school where Caraleigh could be around other kids yet still receive aid for her issues. Desperate to have their beautiful little girl back, they enrolled her first thing the next morning. It has been said Brookhaven makes one want to pull their hair out…perhaps this time that might not be an over-exaggeration.
Leah Noble | Age: 18 | Condition: Pathological Liar & Cocaine Addiction | FC: Kathryn Prescott
Leah loved lying. It was her way of living a double life. It was fascinating to Leah. She could lie about her name when she ran around the city of New York. She could lie about her age, where she was from. It was so easy. She could be whoever she wanted in a matter of seconds. She knows how to control her lies, and she can easily make anyone believe she isn’t lying. Life’s a party for Leah, with a lovely trust fund set up for the life ahead of her, she intends to use it all, on one thing, Cocaine. She was one of the biggest dealers in the Brooklyn area,She called it her escape drug, a little sniff and she was in another world. Leah was so immune to the high, that she spend thousand’s of dollars on her fairy dust, causing the high to get better and better, as she climbed the ladder of pureness. Her life is a ticking time bomb, as what her mother would call it. Leah waves it off, until the night she overdoses on Cocaine, and is found with a whole pound on her. The law enforcement, and her mother agree she must be sent away.
Sabrina Stephens | Age: 16 | Condition: Postpartum Depression | FC: Holland Roden | OPEN
Sabrina was reared in a horrid neighborhood. Though her family had a respectable background she was heavily influenced by the ghetto. The girl delved into the world of sex, drugs, alcohol, and raves all by middle school. Dating sexist potential rappers one right after another, she developed a skewed sense of what a relationship should be. She slept around, for it was the only time she felt loved. This promiscuous behavior resulted in a teen pregnancy. The boyfriend skipped town, her parents pressured her to abort the child, causing Sabrina’s self-esteem plummeted. Once the child was born her parents intervened practically forcing her to put the baby into foster care.Being separated from the babe she yearned to keep caused the mother to be marred up in a bog of depression. Her crippling numbness obliterated her every ambition. This mother was a child herself. She simply could not cope. Stepping in once more her parents suggested Brookhaven in the hopes to get Sabrina back on track. She acquiesced under one condition that they consider taking her baby out of the state’s hands. Will seeking treatment for the sake of possibly seeing the babe again be enough?
Laurel “Elle” Mitchell | Age: 17 | Condition: Aphenphosmphobia | FC: Amanda Seyfried
Elle is the only girl in a family of boys. A seamless mixture of Tom
boy and debutante she knew how to handle herself. She was very outgoing, and never afraid to get her hands dirty. The lass loved days alone with her father where he would drop the manly facade he put up around the boys, and he just talked to her. Elle was definitely daddy’s little girl. She was fairly athletic though her favorite pastime was singing. At any given moment one could hear her humming a tune. Her voice was pristine as well as pleasant to the ear. Oftentimes she sang her brothers to sleep. At a family reunion right around the time she turned sixteen something dreadful took place. She was lounging at a lake with her cousins, all boys. As kids do they started skinny dipping, and telling crude stories. Elle was used to the vulgarity of teen boys, and decided to just vacate the scene. Yet the oldest cousin stopped her. After calling her a prude he forced her to take her clothes off. When she refused he hit her hard in the face. inevitably she complied. At first the other cousins were appalled, buy once her top came off and they were ordered by the eldest cousin to all come feel her breasts their reservations dissipated. Terrified she stood there as her cousins groped her. Disgust welled up inside of her. Her innocence of ripped from her by the oldest cousin while the others watched. Tears stained her face for days after. Sickened that she let it happen she spoke not a word even after the extended family left. Her brothers noticed a difference as after awhile. There was no more singing in the house. They all tried to coax it out of her, but every time they drew close she shook with fear. If the tip of their fingers came anywhere near her, she’d screech with all her might. After some time her mother unearthed the dark secret, yet the lass was already damaged goods. She could not even contemplate physical contact without breaking out in a sweat due to fear. Brookhaven seemed like the only way to get the bird to ever sing again. Though they hated seeing her leave her immediate family hated seeing her in such a state more; thus they sent her to Brookhaven.
Lucy Nix | Age: 19 | Condition: Capgras Syndrome | FC: Jenna-Louise Coleman
The deranged, drunkard uncle is a common theme in more families than one would think. Lucy had one that she adored. Her uncle ranted and raved in stupors spurred on by liquid spirits. Oftentimes the subject of his tirades were aliens. “They’s out there, kid. Beamed me up one time when I was walking home. That’s why I drink.. Ta forget what I saw!” Lucy was an impressionable lass. Green Martians were not what eclipsed her every other thought. Instead from her uncle’s rambles she fabricated this superior race that permeated every inch of our civilization. When her uncle died from cirrhosis of the liver, this tenacious girl immediately blamed her space specters. Her mind played tricks on her frequently. Every time she grew close to someone Lucy would notice subtle changes that simply had to be the aliens. She became convinced that people around her were being replaced by aliens impostors that were identical to the original person. Her mind concocted a reasoning that drove her delusion onward. Obviously her family was a threat. They got her uncle, and were now after her. Her family thought she was merely eccentric from all her time with her late uncle. That is until she drew a steak knife on her little brother while sobbing “they got you too! Why can’t they just leave me alone?!” She collapsed in a fit of tears dropping the knife. At long last her parents came to the hard realization she needed professional help. Will she be beyond her aliens’ grasps at Brookhaven?
Katrina Townsend || Age: 18 || Condition: Hypochondria (Anti-Social personality Disorder) || FC: Alexandra Daddario
Katrina grew up in a home with a psychologist and a biologist. She knew very in depth about disorders and the biological make-up of diseases and how they would effect you, this didn’t help her when her brother died at a young age or a severe case a phenomena. She began to develop hypochondria at the age of 10. Making sure that on a regular basis she disinfected everything she owned.
She often found herself ill, with some of the strangest viruses. He parents were quick to figure out what was wrong with her. They didn’t report it to doctors, they just took matters into their own hands. Using Katrina as their personal guinea pig. They forced disorders, and diseases upon her through her mother favorite technique if inputting the information thought their sleep. Once what ever was imported began to take place, they would observe her, her symptoms or how her brain functioned in that certain mentality. When they were done they would “cure” her. This continued on for years, until they inputted the wrong disorder, they were ready to move up to the big and bad. Her parents made Katrina believe that she had anti-social personality disorder. They knew this would be risky but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat.
When Katrina believed that she had anti-social, she ran a muck and her parents were unable to stop her from believing it. She began manipulating, and at a party one night she was able to convince her three bestfriends to commit suicide by making them think it was a fun game. Katrina scared herself, she was terrified by what she would think sometimes. She couldn’t take the pressure of what she had done to those girls that night, she would have days where she was out of the belief she had anti-social, being her normal self, sweet self, and then there were other where manipulation and pain ran deep. Katrina turned to Brookhaven, admitting herself out of fear for those around her. Will she end up tormenting Brookhaven, or hiding from illness?
Caroline Rhodes || Age: 17 || Condition: Meth Addiction || FC: Jennifer Lawrence
Caroline Rhodes was the epitome of a happy kid, she was sporty, spunky and spirited. She loved being carefree, whether it be with her family or with friends. She was especially close with her father. He taught her how to play all the sports she grew to love. Soft ball was her favorite, her father was the opposite of a sporty guy. He was the description of a nerd. Pocket protector and all. He was the head of science at Harvard, he made lots of money for the family, but he felt like he was missing something, like there was a piece of his life that didn’t quite add up. It was all psychological, but it didn’t make sense until Caroline’s 17th birthday. He wanted her to have everything in the world. His little girl was so special to him that she needed everything the finer life could give her. He began to make Crystal Meth in their garage. It was perfect, but from a hip surgery he had when he turned 44, he couldn’t move product. He told Jennifer about his plan, and everything she would get out of it just by moving and selling it. She tried to resist, but the glitz called to her just like it would any girl that had a Porsche dangled in front of her.
It sold easily, her fathers meth was perfect. The fact that it was being sold by someone as flawless as Caroline made it top product. Quickly she began to start getting a hint of the VIP life. She kept it subtle at first, but when her boyfriend made an appointment to get Crystal Meth for a party for her supplier. She couldn’t deny going with him, and she couldn’t deny the hype anymore. if her fathers Meth was so amazing she had to see where they came from. She was done in, and she loved it. It made her feel like she was the top of the world. She was able to pay her father back with the money her boyfriend paid for it, he didn’t realize she was using him now just to get her fix. She had stopped loving him a long time ago. With the Meth in her system she felt cockier. She and her two friends out in her Porsche with her, and her boyfriend took her fathers Ferrari. They started drag racing down the back highways, but her boyfriend ended up crashing the car, fatally.
Caroline, spiraled out of control. Stealing her dads meth just to do it herself. To the point it was self destructive, she blamed herself, she blamed her father. She hated what this drug had done to her life, but she needed it. It was the only thing that could make her feel good, the only thing that made her happy. When her father started paying attention to her decreasing like in school and sports, and her increasing need to be at parties. He began counting the meth a lot more carefully, and paying attention to the girls disheveling looks. Caroline denied it at all costs, but he knew she had been different since her boyfriends passing. He contemplated a rehab center, but didn’t think it was right for his daughter. Brookhaven came up and he thought it was perfect, he sent Caroline there right away.
Ember Dragone || Age: 18 || Condition: Masochism || FC: Taylor Momsen
Ladies and Gentlemen, kids of all ages welcome to Ember’s life. She grew up in a home that was far from normal. A house of circus folk, all with their own special and weird talents. Her mother was a contortionist, her father ate fire. Each on of her two siblings were trapeze artist and her youngest brother was and up and coming sword swallower. Ember was very plain though. She was only semi good at gymnastics, but her landings were always bad. She couldn’t twist and contort her body to fit in anything more than the small bathroom in the tour bus, an unimpressive feat compared to anyone. The thought of doing what her father did made her cringe, she tried it once and ended with third degree burnt on her esophagus She was already the middle child, and being that she was easily forgotten. Especially with the circus extraordinaire her youngest brother was, and the traipse beauty her sister was. She needed something to make her interesting, she began to hurt herself in the strangest ways. It started off by dislocating her own shoulder to try and move it weird ways, but the pain got to much and she was taken to the hospital.
She continued, cutting weird things into her skin. Ember said she was the artist of skin. She enjoyed the feeling it gave her, the thrill as she carefully carved her art into her skin. She wasn’t able to attend school anymore, because she wouldn’t give it up. She was starved for pain, she enjoyed it. Her parents had stopped seeing it as her hurting herself, they truly believed that it was something she held as a talent. Though she really just ravished in the thought of pain. Ember went further though, physical pain wasn’t enough. She began tormenting herself emotionally, getting boys who were known for their aggressive tendencies to like her. Even if their kink was to cause pain, she would roll with it all the way. She got messed up with drugs, and anything that would cause her any type of pain.
One night during a family performance, Her parents put a gore rating on the show and she was to make a new piece of “art” but this time she decided she was going to do something else. She began dislocating everyone one of joints, she called it the human puddle; but before she could even get past her legs the pain had begun to make her woozy. Ember cracked three ribs before her parents dragged her to the hospital. When her recovery was complete, the suggested a safer environment for the girl. Something where the life is not as much a danger. Brookhaven came up, and they sent her right away. Now will Ember just end up hurting herself, or will the sadistic kids take advantage of the masochistic little girl?
Dakota Emerson || Age: 19 || Conditon: Philophobia and Depression || FC: Amber Heard
Dakota fell in love so quickly, and she hit hard when she did. She loved her parents, her brother and sister. Anyone who came into Dakota’s life she grew so fond of so quickly. He parents found it so admirable, that no matter what the little girl could be hit with she always saw the bright side of everything. Dakota enjoyed being happy though, she enjoyed that everyone at school loved her. She enjoyed being student body president, and doing things to make everyone happy. She never felt that people took advantage of her kindness because she never saw the evil in people. She was too blinded by her love, and her happiness to see the bad in the world. Not that she would want to see it anyways.
After a student council meeting in the morning, Amelia began to wander to the cafeteria to get her morning coffee. When she met a boy, he was new. Though he had the dark and brooding look down, Dakota’s kindness shone through just like it always did. Three years had passed since that day, and her and Drew got closer, and had fallen into a deep love. He always called her his sunbeam, and Dakota took pride in that. If she could be the sun to someone like Drew, than she was happy. She loved him, she didn’t care about his deep rooted problems, or his cutting, she cared that she could be the one to make him happy. Drew wasn’t as happy as she thought though, and he couldn’t bare to tell her what his thoughts were doing to him, how they were tearing every shred of possible light in him. Dakota’s sunbeams weren’t helping him anymore. After a study session between the two of them, and a kiss goodnight, Dakota went home; unaware that this would be the last time she ever saw, Drew. He left no note, he was just gone. She felt empty, she had just lost her best friend and lover and he seemed like he didn’t care. Dakota’s light was diminished, and she started to spend the nights a darker shade of blue.
Dakota had an irrational fear of falling inlove now, she couldn’t bear to think that people could just leave…like Drew did. She stayed cold now, all she could think about was how tragedy was her only company. Her family became worried about her, Dakota’s personality had done a complete switch. They put her in therapy, hoping, praying, that she would get better, but she couldn’t pretend like she was seemingly intact anymore. She could never kill herself on a thought alone, but she wanted to be with Drew. She couldn’t just dance with the thought of him anymore. She left it up to chance, heads, stay. Tails, drown. With a flip of a coin the verdict came back, tails… She took all the melatonin in her mothers cabinet and ran a bath. She would leave a note though, just because she was too scared to love them, doesn’t mean they didn’t have a right to know. Tacking the note to her door, she put on Drew’s sweater and got in the bathtub waiting for the melatonin to take effect. Amelia had just drifted under the water when her brother broke down the door. Her Family knew it was to much, they sent her to Brookhaven to scared to lose her.