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NADIA HUDSON ➝ FIFTH SIBLING

I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN

❖ FULL NAME: Nadia Marie Hudson. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 22. (November 4th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Fifth. Twin to Fourth Hudson. ❖ GRADE: Sophomore. ❖ MAJOR: Psychiatric Nursing. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Phoebe Tonkin.

I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME

TW: Domestic Violence.

There wasn’t much to say about young Nadia, growing up there wasn’t anything that set her apart so to speak; in comparison that was to her parents. She used to say the only interesting fact about herself was being born on Halloween, but she honestly was just a bit shy growing up; the only thing that brought her out of that shell was her sport, baseball. When people would find out, they’d be a bit confuse- why didn’t she play softball with girls? Where she’d fit in? And to be honest, she just loved the sport better, she liked being different in that way. She wasn’t like the other boys though, she didn’t have parents cheering her on, no one there but her nanny and sometimes siblings; but she was their star pitcher by the time she was reaching middle school. But in another turn it was her being selfish, she surrounded herself with people that didn’t care about the money her parents had, who her father was- she used them to bring a sense of normal into her life.

As she got into high school, she fit mostly into the ‘jock’ type of crowd, but was friends with everyone she encountered. She was known as someone that offered no judgement- but more so someone that just faded into the background most of the time, when she wasn’t playing that was. Freshman year she met Peter, upcoming football player and she was left smitten, it was easy with him- to be, to not be expected of anything, he treated her like a princess. She found herself in her first serious relationship, she loved this man more than she had ever thought, he was the perfect guy in her eyes- he just.. he had a temper. At the time she thought she could fix him, that she could show him not everyone would let him down but at a point where she was asking for simple things as in times for practice, if she could go to the bathroom when with him, where every day she’d be getting beaten, slapped, kicked, burned with cigarettes, used as just a means for sex and a punching bag. He had her controlled under a fist, and no one would know of it until she turned 22 years old. The tipping point came on a November morning, as she denied one sexual advance or the other- it being a routine after 6 years, but something snapped in her, she was tired, she missed being herself- she missed being herself, but he had it wrapped in her mind that no one would care. Her parents, her siblings- no one, he as all she had and in that point in time, she would rather be alone than spend one more night at his hand. So she told him, she was done being with him- she’d go straight to the cops and get him taken away for as long as she could. That ended horribly, he had simply told her that “If I can’t have you, we are going to make it so no man even does.” and the next thing she remembers is being knocked out, waking up at least 30 minutes later but now… now she has four straight- foot long cuts across her face. They all stayed on the left side of her face, the longest going from her cheek to the bottom of her jaw, and one going to the top of her mouth- she was now… as he put it, marked. The backlash from the accident was a whirlwind, the quilt her parents felt- the media and victim blaming; in favor of taking care of herself she spent 7 months after in Florence, working on her own recovery away from it all.

When she did come back, of course she wasn’t the same girl- but she was the closest to herself that she had been in the past 8 years, while in Italy, to help take out the anger, the hurt, the pain- she took up boxing, working out, getting stronger- anything to make it so she didn’t feel as weak as she once did. And she fell in love, it as something she’d keep up from then on– going to school was a step for her, but one she needed to take. She wanted to do something that would help people, and when she spoke to the admissions head and they suggest nursing- she decided to take it by the horns and commit. Nadia has her demons though, there are some days she can’t handle to be touched, they happen every so often- where she gets rather off put but the simple act of a touch, a victim of night terrors, daily nightmares- it isn’t uncommon for her to wake up screaming. But weekly therapy sessions help ease that and give her a place to get the help she needs. right now, she just wants to be okay, she wants to have her family- a normal, somewhat normal life, to recover from her past because she deserves to be happy. Terrible things might of happened but now it has only taught her how good things can be, makes her appreciate everything she has coming her way.

BABY, THERE'S NO OTHER SUPERSTAR

Nadia is a casual person, with her long curls- she almost always has it in some type of braid, braided pigtails- but isn’t put of from having it down her back. Dressing in jeans, leggings- to even sun dresses when she is feeling lazy- as much as she hates it, a defining feature is her scarred face; back, circle burns across her neck and arms- she is at a place where she does cover the ones she can from even family. Lover of scarves and cold weather– she has one tattoo vertical on he forearm. ‘And I’ll ride.” is written in cursive, small- but not small enough that no one can see it.

YOU KNOW THAT I'LL BE YOUR PAPARAZZI

SAGE: Feeling better?

NADIA: They won't let me look in the mirror...

EEP LOOK AT THE RING, LOOK AT IT.

I know!!

@nadiahuds:

Boop, happy birthday <3 I'm not much in a party mood tonight, but I promise I have a basket of goodies and a hug and a kiss with your name on it when we have our work lunch date next

Thank you, sweetheart! That sounds lovely, but what’s wrong?

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Happy Birfhday to my one and only, lovely roomie @nadiahuds. I hope you have a good day at work. We’re going to celebrate this weekend.