EPISODE 4: SLEEP TO SIT

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN Dark Angel and cause FOX don't want it any more, no one does. However credit should be given to CAMERON and EGLEE for the Quality Television they gave us for Two Seasons and the DARK ANGEL Creative Team for shaping the characters which I and many other's accepted and loved as our very own. Thankyou so much for that and hopefully (if it is at all possible), we may be able to see Dark Angel again.

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To simply sit in this room is peace, pleasant even though I know that the peace is only temporary. Truth has to be told and accepted and that is something I haven't been of late, because I've been smiling and laughing all night and I know they all can tell I'm only faking it. That's why they tip toe around me like I'm a little duckling waddling around, careful not to step on small and fragile me. I really don't seem to care and nothing they say or do is going to change that point of view.

So this bed of which I sit is soft and the sheets are nice and white, expensive and strong although fabric and sewn. The clothes I wear are also of soft texture and just like the bed, which I will name confusion, they are borrowed. In fact when I think about it, there isn't a single strand or speak of fluff in contact with me that is mine. My clothes are borrowed, this bed is borrowed and the space around me is borrowed, all from people who I barely know. The only thing I borrow is the vessel of, which holds my soul, flesh and bone of which I feel disgusting looking at. My mind is also my own and it replays to me moments of my stay in the room with backing audio to the frightening sounds of voices-his is worse. His is all I heard for weeks on end.

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Non of them know what I went through in there, cold and alone in a sea of desperate emotional calls from within my soul and within my shell. When he did it the first time, thoughts escaped me because thinking was like having hot pokers put into you flesh and wanting so bad to die but your body won't let go. It was in my mind all the time too, breaking the egg of my existence in a world of terror and my own resistance. Innocence meant nothing to him and he took it from me willingly and he enjoyed it. I knew he did when I heard him groan and moan out in ecstasy as I could obviously please him.

Now there is a door and I am pulled from the place by the steps near the door.

The door opens- I'm free.

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"Wake up sleepy head. We gotta hit the shops early if were going to get you some worthy clothes for you!" Max gently shook Jondy awake and Jondy stirred with the introduction of light to the once dark room.

Breakfast had been served in the kitchen with the dinning table containing toast, fresh fruit and juice. Jondy thought to herself, If Logan were a women, he'd make a great housewife! Jondy sat down and waited until both Max and Logan had sat down before she began eating. For someone who didn't need a lot of sleep, Jondy had slept most of her last 48 hours. Well, she didn't have anything else to do did she.

"So this is the plan. We're going to go to my work and then when I get my first run, you'll take one of the spare bikes and ride with me today and we'll shop in-between runs. This way we get to go all over town to shop and I won't loose my job!" Max informed Jondy of the days schedule while spreading jam onto her piece of toast.

"Won't Normal get suspicious when your early!" Logan joked sitting directly Max at the other end of the table. Max smiled and ate her toast.

"And what exactly do you do?" Jondy asked, obviously unbeknownst to Max's job description.

"I'm a courier, except we use bikes, not cars. No company cars in my job description!" Max finished her piece of toast and got up of her seat.

"I'm going to shower and what am I wearing?" Jondy asked Max, still needing to get her own clothes.

"There is clothes on the bathroom chair and can you be ready in about half an hour?" Max replied while picking up her plate and Jondy nodded doing the same and then heading to the bathroom to get ready to go.

With Jondy out of the room, Logan felt it was okay to talk about Jondy. "She seems okay this mourning! What do you think?"

"Still don't know cause everything's just so routine. We haven't had a chance to talk for real yet and I don't want to push her... especially when she still doesn't know that Brad's dead!"