STAGE ONE : STATISTICS.

full name: anchalee srisuwan     nicknames:  ana , cat , swan ( by ex, don't call her that she will start having a breakdown ) …   age: thirty2    date of birth:   january ninth.      gender:  cis woman.      pronouns:  she  +  her sexuality:  bisexual,  kinsey  four   place of birth:  bangkok,  thailand       current residency: a  cozy  two-bedroom  studio  apartment  in  wicklow,  vermont.  one  bedroom,  the  one  furthest  down  the  hall, has  its  door  firmly  shut  and  is  covered  in  a  layer  of  dust.  it  hasn’t  been  touched  since  five  years  ago  and  cat  doesn’t  like  anybody  trying  to  pry  into  the  details  of  exactly  who  used  to  live  there.  rest  assured,  there  are  no  dead  bodies  in  there.  she’s  not  exactly  the  murdering  type.  gives  out  the  most  candy  on  halloween  night  in  her  neighborhood.     occupation:   kindridge  counseling  center  licensed  therapist  at  wicklow  ridge  family  clinic.  formerly  a  surgeon  at  some  huge  hospital  in   a   big  city.  nobody’s  quite  sure  how  she  got  her  license  but  she  does  her  job  well  enough.   

education: has  a  degree  in  medicine  and  was  a  former  surgeon.  spent  two  years  in   community  college  due  to  financial  issues.     languages spoken:  speaks  fluent  english  and  thai.         skills:  analyzing  people  unprompted  ,  being  off-putting ,  true  master  of  work  /  at  home  persona ,  has  eyesight  like  a  hawk,  being  a  nonchalant  perfectionist  because  it  never  works  out  when  she  puts  effort  into  things.  religion:   still  attends  church  once  every  few  sundays  -  converted  to  catholicism  at  twenty-one  when  she  moved  to  america  at  the  request  of  another.  there’s  a  dusty  bible  laying  on  her  dining  table  but  it  hasn’t  been  touched  in  years  and  a  wooden  cross  hanging  on  the  wall  -  but  they  weren’t  put  up  for  her.  mainly  still  practices  out  of  something  resembling  grief. 

tw for mentions of death, car accidents (kinda) & drunk driving.

mother:  deceased,  died  a  few  months  after  ana  was  born  -  grandmother  said  it  was  from  heartbreak.  bullshit,  but  she  hasn’t  managed  to  gather  up  the  courage  to  ask  the  truth.   father:  bastard,  left  home  one  day  and  never  came  back.  didn’t  even  bother  to  pack  up  his  backs.  grandmother  said  she  never  liked  him,  that  mother  was  a  fool  to  fall  in  love  with  him.  nobody  in  the  family  cares  if  he’s  dead  or  not.  siblings:  oldest  brother ;  (  wanted  connection )  lost  contact  with  him  after  anchalee  and  malai both  moved  to  america  - only  five  years  later  did  he  receive  a  phone call  from  a  tired,  tired  voice  telling  him  that  hansawee  was  dead.  an  accident.  cat  isn’t  quite  sure  when  exactly  he  moved  to  wicklow  and  has  never  bothered  to  ask,  because  she  doesn’t  talk  to  him  anymore.  at  most,  a  prolonged  glance  at  the  supermarket  when  passing  by.  makes  sure  to  always  walk  a  bit  faster  when  she  sees  him.  twin  sister ;  deceased -  anchalee’s  closest  friend.  it  was  her,  malai’s  idea  to  move  to  america,  her  idea  to  start  going  to  church  every  sunday  and  her  idea  to  move  into  the  apartment  that  ana  vaguely  haunts  nowadays.  got  hit  by  a drunk  driver  five  years  after  they  both  moved  to  wicklow  and  died  from  her  injuries.    children:  none.  

STAGE TWO: BIOGRAPHY.

tw warning for mentions of death, car accidents (kinda) , drunk driving, mentions of being on medication (antidepressants).

SHE STARTS GENTLE. soft spoken girl, hands always folded neatly in lap and legs both firmly planted on ground. the type that one doesn't look at a second time. not belonging but not eye-catchingly sticking out. the subway station's announcement blares that they are at their stop. the twins leave. nothing changes. nobody looks up from their phone. nobody cares. that night, she announces to malai that she got a job at the general hospital. they're both happy. everything's fine.

they are no longer in new york city, but in a small city called wicklow in vermont. VERMONT IS BORING. she gets a job at the local family clinic. days and nights melt together until it all slows down with a halting screech. a late night phone call, and the man on the line tells her that her sister is in the hospital. she got hit by a drunk driver. she's in critical condition. the moment the man stops speaking she presses the hang up button and rushes for the door. gets her shoes on and doesn't even bother to get into the car, just runs out of the door and into the cool night air.

the receptionist looks at her like she's a dead person walking. she doesn't care. words come spilling out, my twin was hit by a drunk driver and i need to find her before she dies. her name is malai srisuwan. m-a-l-a-i s-r-i-s-u-w-a-n. they point her to a room. she starts sprinting. the receptionist yells no running and anachalee resists the urge to give her the middle finger. hands grip the doorknob and twist, hard. and there is malai - cat's closest friend, confidant, the person she's trusted and grew up beside for her entire life.

malai dies shortly after. the funeral is small. a few friends of malai's, anchalee can recognize. somebody send her flowers. they rot in the living room. one sent her a card that sat on the dining table for at least a month before getting touched. neighbor knocks on her door and offers brownies. she accepts, bowing and eats a piece before throwing the rest in the fridge. sobs in the living room sometimes, shuts the room to malai's door and never opens it again. sobs in the hallway. doesn't show up at work for two months but isn't fired because she's the most competent therapist they have probably. after six months the physiatrist gives her antidepressants and anchalee accepts them.

it's been years. everything is fine now. anchalee smiles more now. everything is fine.

tba probably i wrote this in twenty minutes so im sorry.

STAGE THREE: WANTED CONNECTIONS.

EX-GIRLFRIEND, antagonistic / weirdly romantic, thirty to thirty-five. creator of the nickname swan, on-and-off enemies with benefits (both say this and yet they both have feelings that linger). ended horribly after anchalee was in a spiral a few years back. that's all. pls give me her.