I'm Jazzlyn Montgomery, but I go by Jazz, and I was born a true shifter, meaning I have the ability to shift to any living person or animal, without needing to see it first. A mere thought is enough for me to utilize my shifting ability.  I like life in the fast lane, and it seems to like me. 

My parents were married, before I was born, but shortly after my birth my father died. Don't ask me how, because I don't know, and the loss was too great for mom to handle. She met another guy. A Japanese man, and my sister Vickie was born, but he ran, not feeling the whole parent thing was his calling. I guess mom started to not care, because the next thing I know, she's knocked up from a one-night-stand. Ashlyn is my baby sister, but she goes by Angel. Our mother started drinking heavily, I guess having three girls to support wasn't really her thing either, because when she drank she hit, and when she hit....She hit hard. I did what I could to protect my sisters. It was my job as the oldest. But, my temper was getting worse and worse, and I feared I would do something I would regret.

When I was 15 I made the hardest decision of my life...I RAN. I hitched my way out of that one horse town, never looking back. I bumped into the #CrazyTrain and they were hiring dancers. Here I am, dancing and learning I'm not the only one out here that is anything but normal. Can the #CrazyTrain be the home I've always longed for, but have yet to find? Only time will tell how this will all play out.

At first I questioned what #CrazyTrain would be for me. I had doubts. I didn’t realize we were all here to move on from our past. Pasts that haunt us, that hold us down, and keep us from finding fulfillment in our lives. 

I figured it was just another stop along my never ending trail of places I'd hit and run, but it’s become so much more. I’ve found home. I didn’t expect to find a place I didn’t feel the need to run from, but I have. Somehow this place has changed me, and I feel like it’s been for the best. @AxTragicMistake and @AstridOfMoesia adopted me as their daughter, and gave me a place to call home.  That's when I met -him.-

Love? What the hell was I thinking? 

I've completely derailed, because I allowed someone to get too close to me. I allowed him to completely break me, and all in the blink of an eye. I thought I'd found it all. I'd thought finally my life was making a turn for the good, and I was going to fall into the category of normal. Oh, how wrong I was.

When he left he took a piece of me with him, and I slipped up, having a breakdown, and then I ran. 

Running like the same old Jazz, when stuff got too deep. When things got real, that was what I did. That was why I never stayed anywhere, and I never allowed myself to get close. This wasn't me, not who I'd ever been, but I'd fallen victim of love, and now the biggest bitch of them all was paying me a visit....HEARTACHE.

So, maybe my way of handling things wasn't what would be considered the best move to make, but it was what I needed at the time. 

I've spent the last couple months holed up in a shitty motel room, spending every waking hour drowning myself in a bottle. During my breakdown I was promised his return only to be let down yet again, and that's when I fell....HARD. So hard that I stopped eating and stayed in a state of numbness, and the bottom of every bottle of Jack Daniels I could get my hands on, was the answer.  

One night, when the liquor had run out, and the numbness had worn off, something inside me said I needed to go back. Back to where I felt most like myself. With or without him, I was me, when I was at #CrazyTrain.  

So, I ventured...home. For the first time since I could remember I was actually able to say a place felt like home to me. Home has become more than just a word, and #CrazyTrain is home.

Being off the alcohol for only the few hours, was enough to set my body into withdraws. So, once home I was put under care, and after being nursed back to health, I was free to start being me again. The last few days I've been trying to find my footing, you'd think after everything I'd turn my nose up at a bottle of Jack, but it's still my choice liquor. I don't know what the future holds, but I've got this idea, and if things play out how I hope they will, maybe I can get back to the person I was before this little bump in the road. Slowly, I'm picking up the pieces and putting me back together, and I know days will be good and days will be bad, but with my family, I know I'm never alone. 

Back home at #CrazyTrain, and things seem to be going great. I convinced @AxTragicMistake to let me run with my idea of opening #CrazyTrainPoolBar. The construction was underway, immediately, and we had plans of opening to the public on 5/29/13, but things went all wrong. Daddy was still out of the country, and Mama had yet to return back to Earth, but I was eager. I went to the pool in order to set up, and what do you know, I was fucking kidnapped by @MisterJEvans. He drugged me and kept me mostly paralyzed, and chained in a basement. I honestly don't know how long it had been, but it was long enough. @LostAndNoHope rescued me, and @MisterJEvans, was sent to Hell. 

@AxTragicMistake and @AstridOfMoesia came home to find me weak, and experiencing delusions from the aftermath of the drug. Worried, because I wasn't healing like I should have been, the decision was made to have me drink Daddy's blood. I was hesitant, but I trust @AxTragicMistake and @AstridOfMeosia, and followed through with this decision. 

Now, with their blood coursing through my veins, I'm stronger, more agile, quicker, and hearing everyone's thoughts. Slowly, over the next couple months, this all will wear off, and I'll be my normal, well normal for me, self. Even with these added abilities, I'm hesitant. Men outside the family tend to put me on edge, and the pool bar has yet to open. 

Internally, I've been fighting a war, and craving to prove to everyone, including myself, that I can do this. I can face these fears, that resurface everytime I'm near the pool. I was on the verge of giving up, when @BredDeadly showed up looking for @SavageHolbrook. Because of the recent events, I originally thought Matt was trying to kidnap Chase, just as I had been kidnapped, and let's just say I manhandled him, and found out my assumption was wrong. Turns out their cousins. 

Matt has intentions of leaving, fearing that staying in one place too long is a risk, which is exactly how I always felt, but something has me feeling as if that just isn't going to be the case. I offered him a place to stay, and a job, as the muscle out at the pool. Because of him, I was able to walk out there again, and face my fears. Now, with the added protection, I feel like it's time to open. Time to see what this place can do.

The pool bar, has been doing great. Every week, better than the last, and quite frankly, I'm proud of what I've accomplished. Matt's stayed, and we are.....complicated. Fear tends to hold us back, but maybe we can find the courage along the way.

It's been 6 years since I left my sisters, and the last three I've been here at #CrazyTrain. It's safe. It's home. BUT something is missing....That something; my sisters. Angel's haunting my dreams, as if she's trying to contact me. I need to keep my promise. I need to go find them, and bring them here. They would be safe. We all could live a full and safe life. Can I find a way to save them? Can I find a way to bring my sisters to the safe haven I call home?