Post by Elizabeth Holland on Nov 3, 2009 20:38:58 GMT -5
ELIZABETH MARIE HOLLAND
I just can't believe the day has come
When all the clocks stand still
The horizon seems to disappear
And all our dreams are unfulfilled
I can feel the end is near
It all has come as we had feared
THE BASIC INFO.
"i was born in Biscoe, North Carolina on July 7, 1992, making me 28 years old. my parents named me Elizabeth Marie Holland but these days i prefer my friends to call me Liz. i'm interior/fashion designer and i'm currently teaching at Cambridge University. i stand at around 5'6 and i'm thin and not too curvy. my hair is dark brown and down to the middle of my back, my eyes are a hazel/green color and people say i look like Maggie Grace. you might recognise me by my Bubbly Personality, and the fact that I wear heels almost everyday.. i'm straight, in case you were wondering, and i'm Southern Baptist. nobody knows I think my brother is still alive, and that I have hired a private investigator to find him, and the person that killed my family that dreadfull night...."
THE LIFE STORY.
My life seems like it couldn't be any better. My name is Elizabeth Marie Holland, and I have a rather large family. And I just so happen to be the only girl of the family. I was born in Biscoe North Carolina and I turned out to be the start of a great family. Growing up I had life easy. I liked when my mother would tell me she was pregnant, having other people to play with and boss around was fun to me. I went to school and anyone with a brain could tell I had a creative spark in my mind. Even in elementary I would excel in the creative projects, always making dolls clothes and what not. I would have to say I have OCD when it comes to how things are arranged and set up. No one was allowed to touch my dolls, or their little play house. I have everything where and how I wanted it. I had my room the same way. As soon as I was old enough to push my furniture around and make my room mine I was pushing and arranging things to the exact place. I even tried to do my friends rooms and what not.
When I was five my brother Matt came along. He was the loudest baby every, always crying and never wanting to lay down. Once he learned to crawl he was always moving about the house. No one knows this but when Mom and dad weren't around I would use baby Matt as a doll and dress him up in all kinds of silly outfits. Two years later mom gave birth to John and two years from that day mom and dad had Mark. Oh how I wanted Mark to be a little girl. Matt had grown up to be a pain and was always trying to play with me. He would pull my hair and try to rough house with me since baby John was still to little for him. The house was busy and school was my life. I didn't like to be in the house so much due to the fact that it smelled like baby poop and there were just too many things going on around the house for me to keep up with. As the boys began to grow up a few years later Blake was born. Still no girls. What a bummer. But I proudly stayed a girly girly, mostly due to the fact that even though I was surrounded by a bunch of boys my mom took me out every weekend to go shopping and have a girls day out.
When my brother Blake was born the house was crazy. Me, Matt, John, and Mark were all older and busy with school. I was about to graduate and go to New York for college. Yes sir I was on my way to the city that never sleeps to pressure my dream in interior design at one of the best art institutes. Matt was being scouted for sports, and John was doing great in school as well as Mark. The family was known for our intelligence, and money as well. So as I packed my bags and jumped on a plane I kissed my family goodbye and set off to start life, which was easier then my family told me it would be. I did great in school, graduated top in all my college classes and had many apprentice opportunities under some of the best fashion designers and interior designers. While working in New York I also met the man who I think completes me. His name is Shane Allen Horstman. He is from California and actually was the star track and football player at his high school. He came to New York to ironically work for his Masters in Sports Medicine. We met at a club and since that night we have been together ever since. He has been my rock, but on that dreadful night my heartbroke and I don't think I will ever be the same.....not until I know the truth.
I got a phone call from my brother Matt who was screaming and crying in the background, telling me to come home. I asked no questions and jumped on plane with Shane. And as the taxi pulled up to the smoky, burnt, firetruck, ambulance, police car surrounded reminisce of what used to be my house I lost it. I ran and tried to search through the burnt wood and bricks of my house, I knew my the looks of the police men that it was hopeless, that my mother and father were gone. Matt took me and dragged me to the grass, telling me it wasn't only mom and dad. It was John, Mark, Blake, Mom, and Dad. All dead....all burned to death....all of them gone forever. I turned cold, hateful. Oh how I wanted to find the person who did this. I wanted them to die a slow and painfully death. They would pay. I may come off as a sweet and funny girl but family is my life and they took it away, for no reason. I don't believe the cops when they say they have no evidence on what happened, on how there was no one seen. But the news of my brother Blake's body not being found I was set on the fact that someone took him and then set the house on fire. This was a test, this was something more to the eye. Shane and everyone else tells me I'm crazy that I'm waisting my time, and that his body must have just been burned too much or stuck under too much debree to be found or identified. No. Never will I believe the polices lies.
I acted like I moved on, I threw myself into work and I made sure to tell Shane and Matt that I love them everyday. Whether its just a txt or phone call. I do it. Life is short and I know that more then ever now. But as I threw myself into work people began to know my work. I was featured in magazines, shows and all kinds of things. I made a point to try and talk about my family as much as I could, saying that I didn't know what happened but I loved them and that if someone did know where my brother is or what happened that they could contact me. It was no use though, everyone thought I was just relying on a hopeless dream. So I shut up about it and just kept it to myself. With some extra money that I had been saving I hired a private investigator to look for Blake or to at least find out what happened. I needed to know. I couldn't live with the death of my family like this. So as the months past I wait and wait, and every time my phone rings I hope its Rodger [the private investigator] telling me he found something out....
Though something good came out of all of this mess. I got a phone call from Cambridge University asking me to come and step in for their Fashion and Interior Classes while their regular professor was out on maternity leave. Shane asked me to marry him that night as well....and told me that he would come with me if I decided to take the job offering. It was the best day of my life. Moving back to North Carolina felt good. I loved the weather and being only a few hours from my home town made me feel better about myself. I wasn't so paranoid anymore, and I began to relax and plan my wedding and the rest of my life.
THE PRESENT DAY.
So now that I live in Cambridge I'm pretty much the girl I used to be before the fire happened. I'm bubbly and lively. I have changed allot, I no longer have the bright blonde hair I'm known for. I dyed it dark brown and I love the way it compliments my skin. I wear allot of high in brands, but just because I have money doesn't mean I'm a bitch. I'm still a "southern" kind of girl. I love the outdoors and the ocean. I love my job and if Cambridge University asks me to stay then I'm highly considering it. Shane loves it here and thinks its the perfect place to settle down.
I'm for the most part pretty chill. I do have major OCD though. Anything that I set down is there for a reason. I like my space and I have been told that I can get a little moody. One thing is that I'm very paranoid. I know I sound silly but since the fire I believe that someone is out to get me and Matt. I check up on his everyday and the same with Shane. I may be 28 now but I'm like a scared 19 year old on the inside. I smoke and drink. I love music and know how to play five instruments. I know piano, clarinet, guitar, drums, and I kind of know how to play the bass. I sing when I'm happy and I blast the music in my car all the time. I think I'm doing deaf because of it though. I'm very religious and God is the one I turn to when I feel like I'm going crazy. I have a tendency to freak out when things mess with my OCD. I'm corky and funny and love to go out. I hate houses and incase your wondering I have about fifty smoke alarms in my house and I test them one a week. Yes I'm weird get over it. One more thing is that I religiously help out at homeless shelters and things like that. Truthfully I do it trying to find my brother. Hey who says he couldn't still be out there. Me and Shane fight about it, he tells me to let it go that I'm crazy and stupid. My brother doesn't say anything. He knows there is nothing that will change my mind on this. I need that proof that he is dead, till then he is still alive in my mind.
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