Intro Video


Her skull throbs with strucken unfamiliarity. Fingers dug into her scalp, and grasped the sides of her head. Eruption of cold, sharp whispers stabbing at her brain. Demanding her attention. Her ears. Knees hit hard, cobble and pain shoots up flesh and bones.

Who Am I...

Jazmine. "Jaz,"

My Story Is...

She was left, abandoned at of cruel fear. She needed someone to be there but things go unexpected and she was left with her self and the voices in her head. Taking her life and snatching it greedily, into their hands. Controlling her until she stood tall and finally found balance. Standing on her own two feet, and saving some of her life to her control.