I swear, writing is like therapy. :)

-But I Have Promises To Keep (Fellow Starkid!)
Hey! And I have to agree. I mean, I tried reading Twilight, and I do admit, it is well written...But it is a lot about romance and I crave action-y stuff. And Hunger Games is really good. I really liked that, mainly because romance was a part of it, but the characters were extremely likable. :) It actually had one of those unpredictable love triangles that had me almost on the edge of my seat! :D Great book! Thanks for the review!

-LaylaaSkiesOfBlue
"Go For Greene!" :) It was kind of like...Wow...What the heck! And thanks for your kind words! I needed it today! :D

-mozzi-girl (Beastly!)
Have to admit, when you called me Shelbeast, I burst out laughing. Few people...Okay, I'm lying, my whole class now calls me that and it makes me laugh every time someone does. :) It's such a cool nickname. In fact, today, we had this unit on Alcohol during science and my teacher made us wear goggles that distorts your vision and makes you act drunk. My teacher had to pull names out of a hat to see who would go first and guess what my friends were chanting? 'Shelbeast...Shelbeast...Shelbeast!' Guess who got to act drunk first? Shelbeast...Shelbeast...Shelbeast! :D It was pretty wicked. Though, I believe my friend has a pretty cool nickname too! (Eliza+Animal= ELIZARD!) So, whenever we use this Smart Board where students can actually interact using these small devices to text in answers, my friends and half of the class always types in Shelbeast and I always type in Elizard. Hehe, and you are the beast of all beasts! :D Your review just made my day. YOU ARE AMAZING! :D

Anyway, I was having a really bad day today. I mean, I'll try to keep it short because I don't like taking up time introducing.

Got back to school today and rumors were already flying around about me being a S-L-U-T. :( Yeah, pretty rough. According to the rumors, I 'slept' with some guys in my class. You all know that this isn't true. Sure, the guys did come over to my house, but to hang with my bro...Not me. So, the rumors were a bit devastating to deal with. Then, the last two hours...My friend and I started fighting again. I'll admit, I'm the one to blame for starting the fight and I guess I just snapped or something because she was just having fun and I just started yelling at her. I feel horrible, but I'm a prideful person. I'm not apologizing just yet.

There is a lot of stuff you guys don't know about me. (You probably know a lot of this already...)
For one, I'm Emo. Yes...I do cut. It became a really bad habit and I'm trying to stop.
I used to be anorexic.
I am suicidal.
I tend to speak my mind in not the friendliest way.
When I get hurt, I get really mean. And I'm not saying name-calling mean...I hurt the other person too. I'm such an idiota some time and I regret it all!
Also, I have a bad mouth. Whenever I get pissed, I start cursing to myself and I do get aggressive and punch lockers, walls, or I kick in lockers.
If I'm gossiped about, I make the gossiper's life a living heck.
If I like a boy and I learn that my enemy likes him too...I give up. Because there is no way I can win.
I wake up every morning thinking, 'I can't go anywhere without make-up...'
I have tried so hard to lose weight, that I'm struggling between going back to anorexia.
I'm a Juggalette.
I am rebellious.
I am a loner.
I hate socializing.
I spend a lot of time on my computer or just sitting alone in my room.
I hate being told what to do.

Anyway...That's really what I haven't told any of my school friends; besides the Suicidal thing. In fact, I announced that today when my friend and I were fighting. It caught the attention of some of my friends and they were a bit shocked...But they were also suspecting it.

I think ya'll already knew about the anorexia and being a loner.

Sorry for dragging on. Imma stop right here because I don't feel like complaining anymore.

Ya'll are too awesome for the support you give every time I present my worldly problems. You are the best, every single one of you! :D Thank you!

The hardest trial of being an agent, not only seeing victims, but talking to their family. When you do this, you have to be the strong point, even when you're hurting too. You need to be there to make sure they understand, even when you don't.

So when Hal and I arrived at the Reynolds home, still no sign of the little girl, my heart felt heavy.

"Hal, they lost both of their kids in one day," I said. "If I were the parents, I wouldn't want anyone to speak to me about it."

Hal sighed and tapped the steering wheel. "Nat, I know you don't like this. I don't either. But this is the only thing we can actually do at the moment. Just telling them that we've found their other daughter, Haley, will give them some sort of comfort; even if it is pain."

"Really? Because if someone told me that Brynn was murdered by..."

Hal nudged me. "Hun, you're getting ahead of yourself again. Don't think like that. You'll start acting up."

"But it's true! We're cops, Hal. We work for the law. Working for the law involves risks that need to be taken."

Hal sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Nat, I'm giving you a choice; You can stay in the car while I explain what happened and we can come back for an investigation later-or-you can get over this trial and tag along. I don't want to force you into doing anything you don't want to do."

I sighed as well and followed Hal's actions. "Well...I mean...I do want to help, Hal. But you know...I can't. I know I said I wanted to do this to get over my fear but now that I'm actually here..."

"It's hard for you," he finished and took my hand in his. "I understand, Nat. I've been placed in this position too many times when I was younger. I know how hard it can be and I want you to know that I have your back, alright?"

"Alright...I...I guess I'll..."

I was cut off by the sound of sirens as a police car pulled up. I looked back, confused as to what was happening. Inside the car was Nick himself and Chief Spencer. A young girl sat in the back, crying. Chief Spencer continued talking to Nick for a few more minutes before getting out and strolling to our car. He motioned for Hal to roll down the windows and he looked directly at me.

"Well, Agent," he said, "I thought it would be necessary to tell you that Nick managed to save Maren Reynolds from her abductor who ended up shooting himself before we got to him. The man's name was Kevin Schultz. Sound familiar?"

It did. Suddenly, the painful memory threw itself into my head.

Nick and I ran through an apartment building, a man was holding a gun to his wife's head. He had already shot and killed their three-month-old daughter-which terrified me. He kept throwing profanity towards Nick and I and Nick just rolled his eyes.

"Okay, Kevin," he called, "you already killed the baby. You don't need to kill your wife too."

Kevin twitched viciously. His finger tensed on the trigger and he mumbled something that was too inaudible.

"Come on, Kevin, speak up!" Nick called, raising his gun. "I don't want to shoot ya."

"Cheaters...Liars...Thievery..." he muttered and twitched again. Chief Spencer had warned us that Kevin had some psychological disorder and to be aware at all times. Besides pulling the trigger on his daughter, the most dangerous thing he was doing at the moment was muttering strange things that just about meant anything.

"Who cheated?" I asked calmly and the wife shook her head.

"I did! I didn't mean to...A lot of alcohol was involved..."

"You weren't supposed to be drinking!" Kevin shouted, the first thing that had made sense during the whole chase. "You promised you would stop! And now...You're pregnant with some other man's kid?"

"Kevin, please calm down!" Nick shouted. "We can get a divorce filed for you and you can receive lots of money."

"Since when has encouraging divorce been an option?" I growled. At the time, just the thought of leaving Sean was horrible. At the time...I was so in love that it had dulled my romantic intellect.

"Since the husband became a killer," Nick hissed and nodded towards Kevin. "Come on, Buddy. I'm sure the sound of rolling in money sounds so much better than spending a lifetime in jail for murder."

"I don't want money!" Kevin shouted, tightening his grip on his wife. "I want my wife. But she doesn't want me!"

"I...I...Love you!" she cried, now struggling in his arms.

"You can get another?" Nick suggested, but that pulled a string. Kevin roared ferociously and pointed the gun at Nick, firing a brutal shot. Nick, being the brave idiot he was, took the bullet like a man. Thank goodness it had only punctured his lung or I would have killed myself that night just thinking about me causing the death of my own partner.

"Nick!" I called. From the ground he shook his head and looked towards Kevin. 'Right,' I thought. 'I have to stay focused.' I flipped back around to Kevin, who was now stroking his wife's hair.

"You were the love of my life..." He whispered and she thrashed about, trying to set herself free. "You are my angel..."

"Kevin, please let her go," I shouted, my gun now trained on him.

"You deserve to die..." he said, his voice becoming darker. "You deserve to rot in Hell for the pain you have caused. You deserve nothing more than to endure the same fate Elizabeth did."

"Kevin!" she cried, tears now streaming down her cheeks. I couldn't handle it anymore. My finger slipped and the bullet was released. It clipped Kevin in the shoulder and his blood sprayed across the wall. He let out a grunt of pain before turning back to his wife and shooting towards her.

"Nat," Hal said, shaking me slightly. "Anyone in there?"

I blinked, the memory fading away. "Wh-What?"

"You looked a little spaced," Chief Spencer replied, frowning slightly. "Are you alright, Agent?"

"Yeah...Just reminiscing," I replied. "So...After murdering his wife and daughter and maybe second child...He finally ended his own life?"

"It seems that way. We'll have autopsy reports in tomorrow to double check to see if he was on drugs. You know, we didn't exactly charge him with anything, because of his condition. He was sent to an institute and maybe something just snapped that caused him to kidnap Maren Reynolds."

"Is he a close friend to the family?" I asked.

"No. Maren said she had never seen Kevin before."

"She's just a kid, though," I replied. "You know, I never knew any of my parent's friends before I was sixteen."

Chief Spencer nodded. "Then feel free to question the parents. But please, be subtle. They just lost their daughter and their regaining their other one. It's been one heck of a day for both of them."

"I'll say..." I muttered and stepped out of the car, Hal following my lead. "Chief...Would you mind if I led Maren inside? I think she'd be more comfortable with a woman officer leading her."

"You know more about children than I do, Agent," Chief Spencer responded with a nod. As soon as I took this action, I walked over to the squad car with the little girl inside. Nick tried to ignore me as I opened the back door and knelt to the little girl's height.

"Hey there," I greeted. "My name is Natalia. Your name is Maren right?"

Instead of responding with simple words, she hugged me. I was a bit shocked, but welcomed the warm hug. She was still shaking, tears etching her pale cheeks. Some of her white-blond hair fell into my face and I sighed. She smelled like blood.

"Thank you..." she whispered a thousand times into my ear and I just felt overwhelmed by this all. "Thank you...Thank you...Thank you..."