Shane slowly lifted her head, her body trembling out of its exhausted slumber.  The once bustling street was quite and nearly bare.  A few stragglers leaned against walls or laid on the cold concrete of not finding comfort on the cold benches or under a box.  She forced her weary body to her feet, and hugged her arms around her shoulders.  The unusual cold air had awoken her from her nightmare, and she had been thrust into her reality.  She forced her legs to carry her up the street; she had no real destination, just the unmistakable need to escape.

Her body hurt, and she was weary of always being hungry, cold, and tired; wanting nothing more than to escape into the comforts she had become addicted to in the last month.  Her hand throbbed for the comfort Alices hand had brought her.  She longed to hear her voice; her stories that sang her a lullaby rocking her into a gentle warm safe sleep.  She sought out the gentle reassuring smile Tina always gave her, and the unmistakable smell ofhome.  She yearned for the sweet comforts Bette brought her with her simple gestures and frank attitude.  Shane frowned and shook her head, pushing her thoughts from her mind.

This is your life againyou fucked upget use to it!  She mumbled to herself, and continued her journey dragging her feet.  Her stomach ached and twisted for nourishment, and she swallowed hard trying to wet her mouth.  She shifted her eyes back and forth aware of her surroundings waiting for her inevitable fate to catch up to her.  She was afraid of death but welcomed it as well, an end to the demons that flooded her dreams, her memories, and lately her reality.

Her dreams had taken on a whole new form since she ran from Alice that day.  She no longer felt like a victim, she had become the predatorthe demonthat would force someone into something they didnt want.  She remembered the look on Alices face as she pushed her off, yelling No!  It had finally happened, she had become what she hatedfeared  Everyone knew what she had done; she saw how they looked at herthere was no escape from yourselffrom your nature.  She had been born to hurt people, born for some peoples pleasure and to bring pain to those she cared for.  Never again she spat at the wind.  How Alice must hate her very being, she must loathe the day she ever met her.  She wondered briefly if Alice had nightmares, if she was her demon.  GodI deserve this lifethis reality  She felt small pelts of water landing softly on her head, she turned her head to the heavens and let the rain rush over her face and roll down her frail form to the unforgiving cold concrete.  You enjoy this dont you?  Her deep voice echoed down the street, and she held her arms out, wishing for the water to raise and drown her.