When we got back to our quiet, little hometown; Will and I parted ways. Well more like I said a quick few parting words and took off. Mum was thrilled beyond belief that I was home and wondered if Will would be coming over again anytime soon. All I could do was shake my head and tell her that my six months were up, that Will and I would have no further contact.

"That's a bit odd. Don't you think, Bernard?"

"Definitely, Sweetums." Dad replies without even looking away from the window to watch the rain pour down.

"Yes. Lou, it's definitely odd that after becoming such great friends that you're just never going to see him again. Contract or not, I thought you cared for him. Or, is it him who pushed you away? I've heard that people... in Will's situation ... can tend to be... a bit depressed."

Just a bit? Hate to tell you, Mum, but he's actually going to kill himself.

"Yeah, Mum. He just started to reserve to himself again. I guess that it just makes it easier to part ways."

"But, that's what we don't understand. Are they just going to get someone new? Did you not pass some hidden test?"

"Please, just let it go. I don't really wanna talk about it now. Or ever for that matter." I stand up and shove away from the table. "I'm going to my room."

Dad's voice murmurs for a few seconds, then I clearly hear something that I could've lived without.

"I do believe that she's caught the love bug from him. Perhaps that mother of his kicked our Lou out because she doesn't want anyone to take her little boy away. What good would it do her to be mean to Lou, at least someone was trying to love that boy. I wonder if Louisa was telling truth about her bruise, what if that boy got physical with her, eh?"

"He can't even feed himself. How could he get enough force to leave a bruise?"

"Oh, right."

A hot, searing heat washed over my entire body. No matter what, no one in my family will ever understand.

Before I even realize what I'm doing, I've bolted out the door and into the middle of the street. The cold rain soaks through my pajama pants and jumper. My bare feet feel froze, but still they take me as fast away from that cramped little house as possible.

Rocks and pebbles grind into my cold feet, but I can not stop.

I can't help but pant while trying to make distance between me and the rest of the world. It needs to all go away.

Of all the places I end up running to, I find myself standing at the entrance of the maze. Of course, I'm not daring to go in but so step in just inside. Not knowing what to do with myself or my thoughts, I just begin to scream. A horrible, blood-curdling scream. Screaming for all the times I let my family walk all over me. Screaming for all the times I was a disappointment to everyone. A scream for Patrick using me as a personal cheerleader.

A finally the longest scream, sending me to my knees, this scream was for Will. For not being enough. For trying too hard. For not doing enough. For not doing more to convince Will that life could be worth living, even if I wasn't a part of it. For allowing myself to get too close and falling for him.

Bringing that scream to a close, I let myself fall and lay on my back, panting. The cold rain hitting my face, mixing with my tears.

If I wasn't enough for a man who didn't have many options, how could I ever be enough for anyone? If even my own family only tolerated my presence, how could someone want to spend the rest of their life with me? If I couldn't get myself through a crappy maze, how could I get through life?