A/N: I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO very sorry for making you wait. I have some that I have been working on and I kind of got confused and all. Now I have a schedule and a plan to know what fan-fiction I should work on next. I will probably update once a week, maybe sooner or later, it all depends on my mood. I also have been writing poetry a lot recently. I might even add a bit of some poetry in the story what do you think??? Please tell me after you finish reading. So now read and review.
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Home, I wish I knew what that was. I could call the hospital home; I had lived there for about 7 years. But a hospital would never fit the description home. Blackbird for my first three years of my little life was my home, but was it?? Or was it just another worthless part of my messed-up life??

2 hours away from Blackbird. Now for the first time in days, months, even years, I feel my heart's temperature raise a few degrees. Maybe my heart after all wasn't meant to be forever sealed. Maybe even one day I will be happy, maybe there was always hope. Or was there??
Hope was one thing I have both loved and dreaded ever since the day the creature came. Faith, Hope, Belief, they were just words. They were words people created to feel safe. Words created for people to think they had a destiny.

But want to know something I learned in that process in finding myself at the moment?? Those three single words that everyone thought as the most comforting words in the world were nothing. The words they didn't have power, they didn't do anything special; they were just made up for people to think they did do something extraordinary.

But then again, Hope, Faith, and Belief was the three words I have felt actually did do something. But the question was what?

Hope, let me find my definition- to keep thinking something WILL happen, even if the chances are slim to none.

Faith, what descries this? How about this- practically the same thing as hope, except change all the letters and add one extra letter.

Belief, my meaning, how can I say it without saying believing??? Oh I got it- Know in your mind something does exist or something will happen, even if others around you don't think the same.

So what do we do with Hope, Faith, and Belief? Are they useful or are the just worthless little words? To me they are both, but to the few I know believe the words help and have a power, which only it can understand.
Was I really going to be to my.home? Home? Does it work that way? Can you call a place home when last time you were there people all around you were dying? Do I even have the right to call it home? Home is where you family is; home is where you feel homesick for when you're away; home is where your life has a purpose. But I didn't have any of them, so could I really call this deserted town I am going to home?

No, I couldn't call this place I'm reaching home. I have no home, and if you change the m in home to a p, it would fit too. I also have no Hope. Home and Hope sound similar? I don't know about anyone else in the world, but they do to me. They both give you a reason to stand tall and to live until all darkness falls. But to me, neither of them fit. I have no reason to stand tall or even to live till all darkness does fall.

Life, I've heard it's a precious thing. But what do you do when it isn't. Precious means fragile, valuable, loved. Am I anyone of those things? I don't think I am, but then again I don't know anything, yet I know everything. Maybe I am one of those three things. I have a chance right?

Am I fragile to the world? Or do people just want to toy with me till I dissolve? Am I just meant to fade away and to never have anyone miss me? I get treated nothing like I am fragile. I was treated poorly for the last 7 years of my life. Fragile? No that was out of the question. Fragile is NOT what anyone thinks of me. I know for a fact.

Am I a value to someone? Maybe Missy and Margaret, but I doubt anyone else. Maybe at the least Phoebe, if Phoebe had told her sisters and Mr. Wyatt about me being an orphan and maybe if Phoebe thought and told the others I could be her niece, maybe the others valued me too. Who knows? But I doubt anyone else could ever value me. Value that would mean I would be worthwhile to someone and everyone knows I'm not.

And loved? Do I even need to get into the details? Loved, I was loved for a short while when I was an innocent little toddler. But 3 years is different than 10 years. Then again most 10 year olds had a home. Most 10 year olds had a family. Most 10 year olds didn't have health problems. And most 10 year olds didn't have to worry about money and supporting their self. But I'm not normal. I'm everything but it. Me more than about anyone ever alive have not been as abnormal as me. But back to the point I am NOT loved at the moment by anyone. No one loves me. I'm a hopeless pile of.? What was I? Was I even anyone to call a name?

So was life really precious? Fragile, Valued, and Love? No, not to me, and if it wasn't to me, who's vote really does count? Does anyone's opinion matter on these statements? Doubt it, but then again, what do I know?
The sign of entering Blackbird is now right in plan view. Wow, lost memories, feelings, and proposes flood back into my now scrabbled brain. Memory lane, isn't it so grand? Well it would be if everyone died and I was carried hundreds of miles to a city on the other side of the country to live a slow and meaningless life.

Trees and bushes were everywhere and they seemed like they haven't been cleared or trimmed in years. Well I wonder why? It was dark, and it was clear that know one had come here in ages, except for some pretty stupid animals. But not like there brain capacity holds that much information.

Then we turn on the street I hate so very, very much. The street that woman came running down and the street I caught a glance at a monster that haunted fairy tales and myths a creature that would forever stay in my mind, a IT which destroyed my life and future.

"Home Sweet Home," I whisper to myself.
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A/N: SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO how was it for a return??? Was it horrible?? *Pause* I knew it was!!! LOL!!! So really was it good, bad, or what???

What do you think should happen in the next chapter?? I want to know if there should be creatures, animals, psychos, or if Dakota should be alive in the town. So PLEASE, I beg of you all. Tell me what you think, or want. I NEED help.