Creator's Note: Hi! I'm Christian Wright's (SL: Sketch Gothly) writer/creator or whatever you call it. Christian isn't new. She's been with Hathian since April of 2009. I just thought that it would be nice if I shared how this woman came to be. Some may know her as the snobby doctor that cuts people open, or some may know her as the nice and sympathetic doctor that helps those in need. Everyone has their own perception:) Anyway, before i blab myself to death, and hopefully, I get to meet you guys in world as well! Drop me a post, that's always the right way to go, I introduce to you...

Scalpels and Forceps: A True Story (The beginning)

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Poppet.

That's what father used to call me, back when I was his daughter. He'd always compliment my long, sleek, blond curls and my icy, crystalline eyes. He would tell me, "Corrinne, you could make any man stop dead at his tracks. Someday that is."

"Bollocks!" I'd reply with a laugh as he continued to smoke his peppermint cigar and told me tales of how he met mother and how in love they were back in the days. And as he smoked that cigar quite gingerly, and as the surroundings turned ash white before me, it was only in that span of time that I realized that

I never liked peppermint...

I was fourteen when brother joined the British Air Force. I was fourteen when I got accepted to one of Britain's top Universities. "Take politics and be done with it!" My father would argue as he blamed my mother for raising me as such--strong and independent.

"Medicine, father. I'd like to be a doctor." I replied as I packed my suitcase, eager and ready to leave home.

Father disliked the idea. He disliked the fact that women can think for themselves...that women should have a say in what they should do....that women are strong and independent. He disliked the idea that his poppet, was now a woman.

"Fine!" He'd mutter through gritted teeth as his eyebrows raise and his mustache twitch.

First day, second day, third day, first month, third year.

Three years had gone by so quickly. So quickly...yes.

I was working to attain a degree in kinetics, hoping that I'd get accepted to medical school. I was the only woman who was strong enough or better worded, strong willed to take it. Boys would laugh amongst themselves and would tease while I opened my book to read about muscle movement, which is why I refer to them as boys.

Men.

They're just a figment of a woman's imagination. They don't exist.

Midnight. That was my end time. I'd stay past that, but I suppose the library needs to close for the day. As I quickly made my way to the dorms. Shaddows....they were everywhere. They kept following me. I'd stop to turn and look, but there was no one. The trees played tricks on me and the lamp posts did as well.

"Hey Corrinne..." He'd whisper as he pulled from behind a tree, stopping me to take a step further.

"Hey Edward..." I'd reply with a curious tone.

Arms. Arms began to aggressively wrap around me as I yelped, kicked and screamed for dear life. "Corrinne...this won't hurt. I promise." He'd laugh and joke as I felt something break.

It was me.

I was raped by five men. Four of them were from my class. And the fifth? Edward? He was my suitor.

I went home for the holidays. The decorations were different. The food tasted different. The music was different. I felt different--I WAS DIFFERENT.

"What's wrong Corrinne?" Mother would ask.

I remember staring back at her blue, crystalline eyes, only to find myself lie to her. "Nothing. I'm just tired." I'd reply.

I'd toss and turn in my sleep as the nightmares continued. My screams haunted me even as I close my eyes, I could still see EVERYTHING clearly. I'd cry, but the well didn't run deep--it was dry.

"He raped me! They raped me." I'd whisper as I wept

They listened but they didn't believe.

It's as if my whole identity shattered into a million pieces. It was too small to piece back together. These tiny pieces were better off as fish bait than put back together as a whole---as Corrinne.

But those tiny pieces were collected by her--by Chantelle.

She would smile and tell me how beautiful I am. She would smile and tell me that everything would be fine. She was Chantelle---She was mine and I was hers.

Chantelle forced me to continue and pursue my degree in Medicine. After so, we'd move to the United States, where our worries would fly away like the birds fly south for the winter.

The birds never flew...they just kept cooing and flapping their wings.

My brother came home from the Air Force. He was the prize of the Chatmans. He was my mother's pet. Blue eyes, tall, blond and charming.

"Where's Corrinne?" He'd ask mother.

Mother would only reply in tears and father would remain calm as he smoked his peppermint cigar.

"Raphael, leave me alone. I hate them." I'd hiss as my brother tried to 'convince' me.

I knew right then that he wasn't my brother. I could feel it. He smelled different. He looked different. He sounded different--HE WAS DIFFERENT.

Then again, we were siblings. We were alike.

For I was...also different

"Corrinne, stop being a bloody pain in the arse. I--" He would shout, but he paused as his eyes set on her.

...on my woman.

Raphael Kyle Chatman fired three shots that night.

He fired one at me, but missed.

He fired the second one at me, again, but failed.

He fired one at Chantelle.

...he did not miss nor fail.

It was theatrical act. Like a movie star he'd whisper, "I'll get you next time Corrinne."

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"Intention of visit?" The agent from immigration asked as I slid my passport to her.

"Vacation." I replied with a polite, but fake smile.

"Alright then. Welcome to Louisiana. Enjoy." She said in quite a forced tone, that even a human dumbbell could figure it out, as she stamped my passport.

"Ye' sure ye' want to have a vacation here miss?" The taxi driver asked with a grin. "Ye' can stay at mah place instead, if ye' want." His toothy grin showed as he continued to speak.

"No..I'm quite fine..really. Thank you." I replied with my fake smile. No one could tell the difference. Fake or Real. Happy or Sad.

Everything to me now was superficial.

"What do you want hun? I ain't got all day you know?" The receptionist smiled as she giggled and talked nonsense to herself.

I rolled my eyes as I saw the half naked guy hiding behind the counter. I wasn't stupid. Soon enough, she led me straight to the back. To the office.

I sat down patiently and waited. 1, 2, 3...5 hours.

"Hello..." The familiar voice spoke

"Good afternoon ,doctor." I replied

"Christian right?"

I nodded. "Yes, Christian..."

A subtle glance before a reply. "Well, Dr. Christian Katherine Wright. Welcome to Hathian. Glad to have you on board."

A subtle smile graced my lips. "Thank you." I replied.

What happened to the girl with long, sleek, blond curls?

The girl with icy, crystalline eyes?

What happened?

She died. Corrinne died.

And Christian?

Christian lived...

and now..

the story...

...............begins.