Fingers fiddled with the small number in the thin, pale hands, a small sigh escaping the figure’s mouth. The sigh was short but heavy, giving off the longing that shared with the deep sorrow. Standing in a phone booth on city block hadn’t been the greatest idea for making an important phone call that may end up in yelling, screaming, and crying. But she knew she had to get this over with. At least let her know that she was back in town, if she even cared at this point. It had been… what? Two years since Shane had left the love of her life, Carmen, at that alter with so much as a goodbye. For all the knew, she didn’t live here anymore. When Shane had finally gotten ahold of Jenny, she had told her this was the place, but her and Carmen hadn’t kept in touch the past couple of months. Jenny was so wrapped up in this new novel she was writing, had a great publishing company backing her up on the project. Shane had been proud of her, she remembered telling her how great she felt for Jenny after she had worked so hard for years trying to develop the perfect writing skill. After graduating from that writing class, Jenny had proceeded to tell Shane, and her teacher had recommended this person to her… and then it all happened. A small small appeared across Shane’s features, but disappeared as soon as it came. Her brows knitted up in worry, the grimacing look almost like she was being tortured somewhere in her mind.

Like conflicting demons were battling up there, a fight to the death deal. One of the demons represented her heart, the other her body. Her heart told her to dial that number and talk to her, but her body told her to run. To run like she had, leaving everyone and everything behind. It was in her genes, right? Like father, like daughter, right? But… did her dad feel this bad about leaving her mom? Had he really regretted it this much that sometimes when Shane was alone, she would just scream and cry, drink and get high, fuck and sleep. Anything for escape, a quick fix didn’t matter to Shane. There was even a time when she had contemplated suicide. Yeah, she’s was always against that. That just wasn’t Shane to do something like that, she would of been a total fucking hypocrite. But, then again the only person she was going to hurt was herself. No one else had cared at the time, well more like they wouldn’t of known. After taking off, she had done some "soul searching." She had wanted to truly find herself, to clear her head of all the incoherent thoughts. There was even a time when she was spouting shit out like a mad man.