As humans, we live life in a community. We travel in groups. We seek adventures not alone but always with company.

Why is it that the thought of doing something alone always seem depressing to most people. Perhaps they are in denial.

We forget sometimes that humans are independent. We are alone, one way or another. That is the truth.

The myth of your other halve is simply wishful thinking. Not everyone could find their half in their lifetime. We like to think that we are never alone.

That is a fact standing as long as religion started. It is amusing that humans are so willing to believe that there is a higher power above us that resulted in our presence.

Not everyone has the ability to believe or have that faith in God. Not everyone can understand the need to have someone, anyone be with us all the time.

It is impossible. Physically and spiritually.

We forget all the time that we were born into this world alone. Naked. Innocent and pure. Yet, we leave shattered and worn. Alone. We forget…

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Kit helped her sit up right. Her right hand was broken. Her face bruised. She had two broken ribs that tortured her further. Underneath the sheet that barely covered her body was her raw sex. Unable to hold back any further, Kit broke into silent sobs as she recalled what the doctor informed her. A gentle touch one her arm brought her back. She bit back the sobs and gave Bette a pained smile. Eyebrows furrowed when she sees her once again innocent expression.

“Don’t cry.” A simple request but not one she could possibly accomplish at that moment. More sobs raked her body as the hand moved to rub her back. Gentle coaxing until Kit finally settles down. She planted a small kiss on the hand conveying her thanks.

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“What do you mean?” Her fist forms, grabbing firmly onto the white sleeve.

“We did another X-ray on her head. It doesn’t seem like she suffered a massive blow there to cause this loss of memory.” He tries to explain it as clearly to the distraught woman I front of him.

“She’s likely to be suffering from post traumatic symptoms. Memory losses in most cases are temporary but I have already sent her file over to Dr. Meyer.” She slowly releases her death grip as the nurses guide her to the room. Everything begins to sink in. Her body language showed total defeat.

“Kit.” A familiar voice from behind her offered comfort. She let his arms envelope her being and finally succumb to reality.

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 “Hey, baby sis. How you doing?” Kit pushed the messy lock of brown hair from her face.

“I’m sorry,” It broke her heart even further. The terrified face showed innocence that was robbed from her for so long. Did it really take this incident to bring that out again?

“Don’t. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. I love you, ok? You’re gonna get through this. We’re gonna get through this together,” A hug. It was like a combustion of all the emotions.

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The next day, Kit brought pictures with her. She was prepared to pick Bette up again but at what cost? She carefully filtered the selection that she was going to share today. She wondered if it’s such a good idea to let Bette learn about Tina and Angie. She decided it was for the best that she kept it for later. Until her baby sis is strong enough. Her breakdown yesterday just showed how deep her insecurity really was. It transcended memories. It was as if it was embedded in her all along. Whenever troubles surfaced, she was always ready to take the blame. Usually Bette took too much responsibility over things that she couldn’t have controlled in the first place. Perhaps that was the root of her problem with relinquishing control to others. She feared that things would go wrong and she would be blamed if others screwed up. But isn’t that life? Was life just taunting her ever since…

Mommy.

Isabelle.

Daddy.

Tina.

Angel.