Disclaimer: I do not own Daughters of the Moon

Authors note: Damien part III is under construction and will resume next chapter…or maybe the one after… this chapter was inspired by the story of the lesbian in V for Vendetta… if you are against homosexuality do not read it, and do not flame.

Enjoy .

I never realized just how much I was broken, until you pulled me back together.

Chapter

Meg & Kerry

I'll never forget the first moment I saw her face- I think it was fate for us to meet like we did. I had just gotten over a bad, abusive, relationship and she was running away from the life she never wanted. From the moment I looked into her eyes, I knew I would some how be safe and alive once again. From the day our eyes joined, we never wanted to be apart again.

Unfortunately, we were the only ones who felt this way. Coming from a long line of Christians Southerners, my family was very angry with us. I don't remember much of what was said that night, but I remember it ended with my mother and tears and my father telling me never to return to their house- so I didn't.

Shortly after Moving to New York, where Kerry and I bought an apartment, we began contemplating our future- our lives together. Although we didn't have much at the time, we had each other, and we wanted to keep it that way. For three beautiful months we were blissfully…happy.

After being kicked out of our apartment for not paying rent, we moved to New Jersey to find a more promising future and careers. I became a waitress at a small nearby diner- I loved it there. Unfortunately, Kerry didn't have any such luck. She tried numerous jobs but each time found something horribly wrong with them. Our first big fight was about her future, the future I seemed to care about, but she didn't. The fight ended with Kerry walking out the front door, where she didn't return for 3 weeks.

Those were the worst three weeks of my life, never before had I felt such loneliness. Never before had I slept so little, or lost so much weight. I was a mess without her. When she finally did return, my Kerry wasn't mine at all anymore.

At the beginning it was small things, things I tried to ignore and look over. She stayed out all night, didn't call me, I've never seen her so standoffish to me. After a month of this submissiveness I confronted her, it was during then that I noticed for the first time, just how much she had changed. Her hair was dirtier, her hands were colder, but what hurt me most were her eyes, they were so cold, so very cold. When I looked at Kerry, I no longer felt the warmth I had once felt from her, all I felt was ice.

Kerry continued staying out all night, sometimes into the early morning. I worried for her often; the worst was running through my mind. I heard from many of our friends she was getting into prostitution and heroine. I didn't want to believe it was true, I told myself it couldn't be. That's what I told myself, anyways. After a few weeks of this, I decided to follow her. I wasn't prepared for what I saw.

Kerry was in deeper than I thought, going to Raves and drug dealing to some punks. She had new friends too, apparently. And a new love.

When I saw them together I felt a whole well of emotions begin to pour out and I couldn't stop myself from running up to the two. I must have looked quiet deranged as I approached, hair tangled, dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep, and tears spilling in puddles down my cheeks. I grabbed the girl Kerry was holding on to, and I threw her to the floor. I couldn't stop myself once I started, I began to beat her and beat her. Kerry's screams behind me were just small echos as I beat and beat. It took four people to pull me off. By this time, it was too late. She was dead.

That night I slept in a prision, where I thought I would spend the rest of my life. Although it didn't upset me, I was actually satisfied with my actions and myself. That was the first night I slept peacefully.

While in jail I was raped by my cellmate who then got sent to solitary confinement, and I also got into 9 different fights. After two months of jail for the first time in my life I was numb. Truly, numb. I couldn't feel my pain and couldn't sympathize with others- I was numb.

It took Kerry coming to visit me to send me back over the edge, she told me she had fallen 'out of love' with me and had found her soul mate with the woman I killed. And then just like that, she left. 2 more months of numbness…

In my fifth month after arrival, I received a new roommate. A real nut case who liked to cut her self with the springs from the bed, she was stupid for doing so, of course, yet I found her oddly intriguing. Once I asked her why she did such things, she replied to me it was because she couldn't feel it. I told her I understood and she merely laughed at me.

It wasn't until a few weeks after that I realized why.

After my new cellmate and I had bonded she introduced me to the life I now know, the life of true deadness. And yet, I wasn't dead. I was alive without feeling, without care.

I was grateful to her at the beginning, and then I hated her. I found out just what it meant when she turned me into thing I am now, a life full of pain and sorrow. The life I thought I escaped. In attempt to end my pain, I killed Kerry. The worst part was I couldn't even kill myself afterwards.

Kerry was my life; she saved me and pulled me back together from the mess I had become, but I could never save her. It still makes me sad when I think of her, but I cannot cry. And I cannot die.