She clicked her heels as she continued down the small path, missing out the cracks in the pavement like she always does.
This journey was all too familiar to her but needed to be taken one last time. She stood in front of a small house and peered in through the window to see a young family, a little girl and her parents.
'Is there anything I can do for you dear?' the young mother asked appearing at the front door, 'anyone I can iris message or call for you?'
'No, thank you ma'am, I'm not lost, just wondering' a light smile danced on the corner of her lips as she continued down the road.
Her mind wondered back to the little girl in the living room of her old house, was she happy? Was that a genuine smile on her face or was it fake one?, because when it was Reyna sat there it was a fake smile.
The worry and fear would flicker in her glossy chestnut orbs as she glanced at her father, watching what she would say trying to stay on his good side and keep him in a good mood just to avoid a beating for that day.
Soon she appeared at the old night-club. They all thought they were so cool, getting drunk on a Saturday night which would then lead to unwanted pregnancies and miscarriages, car accidents, break-ups, mugging, cheating, rapes and maybe even murders.
As she stood outside the now abounded night-club, a shiver ran down her spine as she re-called a memory.
She was sitting outside on the back of a motorcycle, her head buried in his neck to hide the bruises now forming on her beautiful porcelain skin.
As her drunken attacker withered and howled in pain from the beating he had just received from her friends.
Gwen and Bobby were stood in the doorway of the night-club, a mixture of shock and anger clouding their faces. Dakota punched the wall in frustration, whilst Nico urged Jason to get me to the hospital.
Reyna shook her head as the scene replayed in her head, tears had begun to cascade down her flawless face, and she wiped her tears away before continuing on.
Next stop the hospital, the place her step-mother died, and the place her baby had died.
Hers and Jason's beautiful baby girl.
SIDs- Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, cot death, crib death, whatever you want to call it. It wasn't Reyna's fault but never the less she blamed herself.
She tore away from anything that gave her happiness because she wasn't worthy of it anymore, she had to suffer, torture herself as a punishment she didn't deserve, she hasn't see Jason since.
Her hometown held so many horrible memories for her but she had to go back to remember all the good times,
The Christmases when her father didn't drink, when they would decorate the house together along with her step-mum who she loved dearly, and they would all eat lots of mince pies.
The Saturday night at the club when Jason admitted to having loving her since the first time he had met her,
On Sunday 7th June 2010, at the hospital when baby Adele Marie Grace was brought into this world.
The final place she ended up was the one spot in the entire town that you could see all of New Rome from.
She smiled, picturing them standing there together in their hometown before they all went their separate ways. Just Gwen, Dakota, Nico, Jason and herself just watching the world go by and enjoying each other's company. No drinks, no scars, no bruises, nothing hurting them. The six of them just stood there together, united against the world, forgetting all the bad time and reminiscing about all the good times, taking in the glory of their hometown and the memories it brought that they will forever hold dear. That was the last time she saw them, 21st August 2010, that was 5 years ago now and she hasn't heard a thing from any of them.
Just as Reyna was about to leave she bumped into someone and light blue eyes flashed with recognition…