Hmm of the many things that has happened in my life this has to be the worst

Hmm of the many things that have happened in my life this has to be the worst. Well I lost my best friend probably to those stupid agents. But I always seem to lose my friends. I was hoping to not lose this one. He seemed so innocent and almost child like well actually he is a child in a big body.

It's almost the opposite with me. My tired old aging soul seems to wear out easily. I cover it with my sarcastic remarks and playful spirit but it's just a cover up.

My many other friends died or left for other reasons though. They were wanted by the feds. Most were killed by gun fights or rumbles as we called them. I never got involved in those kinds of things. Didn't want to take the risk of being arrested and sent back to the girls home.

Kit Wayner, a young man who had so much going for him. Then it all went down hill. His grades dropped, his athletic ability was crushed with a badly twisted knee. He was lively spirited though. He could almost turn any weakness he had as a weapon against his enemies. He was too foolish though. He had a crush on me. Even a blind man could see that.

How in the world I attracted so much male attention while I was on the streets still bewilders me. But none of them impressed me. Yes many were strong and even cute or hotties as you may call them but it wasn't enough. I wanted someone with the right looks, some what of a brain and someone who never bored me. I always liked surprises.

With Zee around there was never a shortage of them. The only thing that Zee that no one else ever did was save me from danger. Kit was everything I wanted, needed it but he only meant a friend to me and I never knew why. Zee put me together and made me smile again. He always seemed to feel comfort when I smiled.

His eyes so serious, so curious, so confused and pleading to for help. Kit's eyes where so serious but never held smile or laughter that Zee's seem to hold. Why am I realizing these things now when it's too late to do anything about them?

I guess Bucky was right he was my boy toy but I always believed it would be so much more. But I was only getting my hopes up. As my foster father said I could never do anything right. That one was like sticking a dagger into my heart further as it had enough pain to last a thousand lifetimes.

I lost so much, as I think more and more about it. Friends died on the streets in the streetlights. Only a few lucky ones made back home. Like Terry or Tiny as we called him. I bet he isn't so tiny now. I bet he has a macular frame and is at least six feet tall. I got him back with his family. I still wonder if the took him back with open arms or just scowled him for leaving. He's still got a little brother he told me about once.

As for my brother I didn't even knew that I had till Tiffany showed me the picture. I hope he is doing well. I hope he isn't on the streets.

Zee was like a brother sort of but it seemed he was both little and older at times. I protected him sometimes and sometimes he protected me. Wow why do me thoughts keep wandering back to him. I just feel so weak. I opened my eyes for a second.

I see a face. It wasn't Zee's or my rapist. Then who was it? Someone familiar but then someone who was so strange. His icy blue eyes scared me some how. Like he had seen some many things that were around sorrow and shame that his eyes along probably with his heart turned icy cold.

I soon fell into darkness again. I could see anything or hear anything. It was just Erie silence. I tried to scream but the blackness seemed to cut off my air as I tried to cough something to let the air in. Soon it relaxed and I relaxed as well sleeping in the darkness alone.

The demons were chased away somehow. I felt a cold metallic feeling on my hand. What was so cold that I was holding on to? Was it Zee's hand? I feel something slide down my face. It felt warm but hurt so much.

Nothing ever seemed to compare to Zee. He was always special. I knew the cold hand I was holding was deaths. I was scared. I was too young to die. I barely a blossom from the flower. I opened my eyes to a white light. I heard a slight humming. It sounded like the sound when Zee changed his hologram. I cried out for him. I still couldn't see. It made me sad not able to see him or hear him.

"Shh Ro it's okay your going to be fine."

"Gasp, who are you?"

"Don't ya recognize me kid?"

"Kit and Scott what are you doing here?"

"Hey don't forget me."

"Cleo how did you guys get here?"

"We were sent to you. Actually we asked to see you. We all missed you Ro."

"Yes we are glad you found your soul mate."

"What are you talking about?"

"Zee or Zeta is your soul mate. He's goal is to make you finally happy and keep you safe. He loves and cares for you more than you believe."

"You believed in him."

"Yes I did but how can he be my soul?"

"Well don't you believe he can love and care so why can't he have a soul?"

"I um guess don't know." Kit took Ro's hand.

"Here is a glimpse of your future Ro. I know that it hurt me when I had to leave you but when I died I knew it wouldn't work out." Ro had tears in her eyes.

"But it still hurts Kit. I see the image of your body cold and dead on the ground. I have demons that haunt me at night because of it." Kit held her softly caressing her hair.

"I know baby, I haven't forgive myself for it but it was something that happens on the streets everyday."

"I want it to stop though. I want it all to stop." Kit hushed her as he held her close. He knew that she would one day be rid of all the nightmares and haunting. But it still pained him to see her this way. My head started hurt from my crying.

"I have to go love but remember give Zee a chance and keep believing in him. It's sometimes the only thing that keeps him going."

"Zee? Zee!" I started to wake up from my dream state into reality.