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"I'm going to take a shower" she said in passing to her mother, who was seated on the couch eating Lindsay's forgotten cereal. She nodded slightly, but she was engrossed in the newspaper to say anything.

Lindsay's entire body was exhausted. Sleep wasn't an option at this point. She turned on the water as hot as it would go and stepped into the shower, attempting to wash the past day away, like it never happened. On occasion she would hear her mother bustling about in the apartment doing who knows what. Lindsay dismissed her mother from her thoughts. Instead she thought of Danny-she wondered what he was doing. It had only been an hour since he left, but it felt like four. She couldn't put her finger on it, but sometimes she needed him so much her body ached, yet at other times he couldn't touch her. It frightened her a little- her dependency on him. Yet it was strangely comforting at the same time. They had gone through rough patches, it's true, and most couple do. Like the Rikki incident. But they got past that, and it only seemed to make them stronger.

Lindsay sighed and turned off the water. Who knew how long she had stood, just thinking. As she wrapped herself in a fluffy blue towel she examined the small scar running across her neck. Suddenly flashes of that fateful night played simultaneously through her head. Her heart raced for a moment as she gripped the sink, feeling almost faint. She was falling- back to that night, her blue dress stained with her friend's blood. No- it was just her towel. Where was she? There was blood on the floor- no, that's not right…. It's only dirty laundry a red t-shirt of Danny's- she looked in the mirror again- there was blood running down her neck. NO! This isn't happening! She rubbed at her neck frantically- rubbing it raw. Everything was spinning. She could hear laughing- it was Jack, no, it wasn't- it was her mother out in the living room watching TV, she was suddenly watching the court case, her palms started to sweat as she stared out across a crowded court room, with Jack sitting, smiling. That smile. She gasped a few times for air- not realizing she hadn't been breathing. It was that same smile that she remembered blood dripping from. He licked his lips. He was speaking. Only he was saying her real name "Lindsay…. Lindsay you can't get away from me…."
Suddenly everything came crashing to a halt.

"Lindsay? Are you okay in there sweetheart?" Her mother knocked on the door. Lindsay looked around. When had she fallen to the floor?
"I'm alright mom." She got up slowly and dressed, feeling a bruise forming on the left side of her body. Most likely from when she fell.
"There was a loud bump- are you okay?"
"Yea mom- just dropped the blow-dryer. I'll be out in a few minutes."

With that, she heard her mother's footsteps recede away from the door. She was dressed now, running her fingers through her semi-wet hair. She should blow-dry it, since that what it sounded like she was doing. She let the hot air rush over her face after her hair was dry, to calm her racing heart. That had only happened once before, and it was a scary place to be. The last time that happened she took the bottle of aspirin out of the medicine cabinet and wanted to end it all.

She turned off the light and walked into the kitchen, where there was a sandwich waiting for her.

Her mother got up from the T.V. and pointed at the plate, "Eat something- otherwise you'll forget to. " Lindsay nodded and sat. "Are you sure you're alright Lindsay?" Her mother sat down beside her at the table. "You look as if you've seen a ghost."



Lindsay just wanted Danny to get off of work. Right now she needed him more than she needed a sandwich. "Yeah- I'll be fine." She got up and picked up her cell phone from the counter. One missed call- it was Danny. She listened to the message:

"Hey Montana- I hope you are doing alright. I'm working two shifts today- but I get off for lunch if you want to meet me somewhere, just call alright? Feel better. Love you."

Her insides melted. He had never said anything about love over the phone. She quickly dialed his number.

"Danny?"
"Hey- you doin alright?"
"No- but I'd like to take you up on your offer."
"Sure- where?"
She could tell he wasn't in a place where he could be personal, "Central Park. 20 minutes? You know where."
"Alright. I'll see you soon." With that, he hung up the phone.

"What's that about?" her mother was chomping on the sandwich.
"I'll be back." She grabbed her keys and headed down to their meeting spot.