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Window to the Past I never look at the sky like I used to before. When I lived with Miss Lucy and Miss Nellie, I would watch the sky shed darkness over London, and then watch the rainfall. When I was a little child, Miss Lucy would hold me when the thunder clapped so loud I thought the sky was falling. But now there's no Miss Lucy to hold me when the sky is falling. I haven't watched the rain in ages. The sky used to represent the beginning of a new day, the end of an old one. As the phrase goes, 'the sky's the limit'. Now, the sky represents only one thing to me: current weather patterns. By the time I turned seven years old, I learned that family and friends are pointless accomplices that you grow to love, then leave you. After Edward Hyde attacked Miss Lucy, I thought the world would end. After losing my mother and father, Miss Lucy Harris and Miss Nellie Harris became figures somewhat like my parents. So did Doctor Henry Jekyll and his wife, Emma. Until Dr. Jekyll started to tell me I couldn't come to see him. Emma I only met once, and their son-rumored to be my very age-was never seen by my eyes. As for a certain Mister Edward Hyde, I care not for the man. He was the one who made Miss Lucy leave, and, that aside, he tried to kill me as well. I suppose I've come to a turning point. At fifteen years old, I've received word that Miss Lucy is coming back. And that Doctor Henry Jekyll is seeing patients again. Will I keep running? I'm just not quite sure.
Window to the Past I never look at the sky like I used to before. When I lived with Miss Lucy and Miss Nellie, I would watch the sky shed darkness over London, and then watch the rainfall. When I was a little child, Miss Lucy would hold me when the thunder clapped so loud I thought the sky was falling. But now there's no Miss Lucy to hold me when the sky is falling. I haven't watched the rain in ages. The sky used to represent the beginning of a new day, the end of an old one. As the phrase goes, 'the sky's the limit'. Now, the sky represents only one thing to me: current weather patterns. By the time I turned seven years old, I learned that family and friends are pointless accomplices that you grow to love, then leave you. After Edward Hyde attacked Miss Lucy, I thought the world would end. After losing my mother and father, Miss Lucy Harris and Miss Nellie Harris became figures somewhat like my parents. So did Doctor Henry Jekyll and his wife, Emma. Until Dr. Jekyll started to tell me I couldn't come to see him. Emma I only met once, and their son-rumored to be my very age-was never seen by my eyes. As for a certain Mister Edward Hyde, I care not for the man. He was the one who made Miss Lucy leave, and, that aside, he tried to kill me as well. I suppose I've come to a turning point. At fifteen years old, I've received word that Miss Lucy is coming back. And that Doctor Henry Jekyll is seeing patients again. Will I keep running? I'm just not quite sure.