Winston was the only thing she had ever found hard to leave.  He had been her constant companion for months, the only ears that were around to hear her.  He never complained when she bitched about homework, and he never pulled away from her even when she yelled at him for chewing on one of her favorite shirts she left laying on the ground.  He ( Read more... )

It had started to rain sometime in the middle of the night. The rain beat hard on the window panes in the bedroom and thunder rolled over head, and for the briefest second lightening illuminated the darkened room before it disappeared and everything went black again. Jane woke up. It wasn't the lightening or the thunder that woke her up, but a ( Read more... )

Sometimes she feels like a little girl.  One who's been lost for a very long time; who has no idea where she is or where she's going.  At first she struggled against the unknown, against the chaos that life seemed to be.  She fought at it tooth and nail and when she did things she didn't want to, she made them her own.  She didn't want to take off ( Read more... )