AN: I don't own criminal minds
Hatred.
Hate is a strong word. Hell- a strong emotion but it's what happens when you don't nourish hurt and anger. If you allow hurt to bloister up and shift into anger. Then anger nestles into place and grows.
Damn, did it grow. She walks through her fully secured home- the large quartz island, stainless steel accents, all white, clean- no color at all. Dipping her hand into her cupboard, placing the glass on the counter, pouring her favorite red wine, walking into the family from to go over phase 2 of her plan. She wonders how her life became so routine, her only comfort is her cat- Sergio.
Flashback
Pain. Everything hurts her. Every limb, every breathe- hurts.
She can't even cry because she fears that too would be too painful.
She looks around, taking in her surroundings- it's dark, dingy, and cold but the cold that speaks volumes of the horrors that most likely have taken place here.
She trying to calm herselfj, slow breathes and doing that thing Reid taught her but it's not really helping. She hears someone unlock the the door and she stills on the cot. N
Penelope curses at herself, because memories refuse to die.
A smile graces her face with the thought, that maybe memories can't die but they will. All of them.