Jordan ran. It was in her head for so long people were better off without her that after awhile she believed it. It was pouring down rain but she didn't care, her life was over. She ignored the white dashes that sped past her as she went farther and farther away from the people she loved.

She saw a flaw in her life, the fly in the ointment, and the scar on the supermodel. She cared too much. People told her this all the time, she was too caring, she took things to heart; she felt the pain of the victims because at one time she was one. It was an unfortunate feeling being left like that. Her mother was one thing, she didn't have a choice, her mother was murdered she didn't choose to leave

Woody was another thing, he had that choice, he walked into that abandoned house with the full knowledge that he could very well die in there. And he did, he died, his wheel stopped turning, his time had come, at one time she hated hearing that, now it was a comfort, she had more faith than she had then, she know believed that honestly, he had died for a cause that was beyond her and for the first time in her life, she was okay with letting go and believing there was something more out there than her.

Then she stood in that rain, the peace she had felt inside had dwindled and dribbled away. She watched as everything seemed farther and farther away from all she knew, going to a place she was unsure even existed. She listened to the rain pound the roof and white dashes moving past her at an alarming rate.

She sang along with the radio as she began to relax. She knew that she would be back, but drunk on her feelings made her weak Mackenzie's face floated past her, the look of betrayal on her face soaked with rain.

She couldn't go back and face that, it was too hard to explain that every night she saw his face in front of her so real she could touch it, she could hold him, she could even kiss him and it was only then when she felt like she could let her guard down.

She was a walking contradiction to herself, she was at one point a faithful person, believing that there was something more to life and something else out there. And then there was that other part of her that was saying it wasn't logical, there was science in everything.

Suddenly, she saw him, his hands stuffed in his pocket, he was looking at her grimly, his feet planted firmly on the damp pavement. She let out a shriek and twisted her steering wheel frantically, and felt herself slip from the control she had felt over her life, suddenly she liked the feeling, and let go of the steering wheel. She didn't even see the tree in front of her as her car came to a sickened stop. She remembered the dizzy feeling that she felt, and smelling the gasoline and rain, hearing the radio seeing her headlights cut through the night sky as she slipped under the hedge of darkness… and all she could hear were the lyrics to that song, the same song she had remembered as Woody had died… she couldn't help thinking how ironic life could be at times… like a memory you forgot but want to remember.

Battered and torn
still I can see the light
tattered and worn
but I must kneel to fight

Friend of mine
what can't you spare
I know some times
it gets cold in there

When my legs no longer carry
and the warm wind chills my bones
I reach for Mother Mary
and I shall not walk alone

Hope is alive
while we're apart
only tears
speak from my heart
break the chains
that hold us down
and we shall be
forever bound

When I'm tired and weary
and a long way from home
I reach for Mother Mary
and I shall not walk alone

Beauty that
we left behind
how shall we
tomorrow find

Set aside
our weight in sin
so that we
can live again

When my legs no longer carry
and the warm wind chills my bones
I reach for Mother Mary
and I shall not walk alone

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Mac felt a rush of numbness come over her, she couldn't think, she couldn't feel, all she could see was the smile on Jordan's face as she climbed into her car. Was she that happy to be leaving. She had always told herself that things would get better after, hell, they couldn't get any worse. She sat in her bedroom and watched as the clouds began to part and the moon peeked out, illuminating the black, stormy waves that crashed against the sandy beach. It was suppose to be all cotton candy and Eskimo kisses, instead it was cold and lonely, it was sad, and she thought inside she could handle it.

A lone tear ran down her face, it was an unfortunate feeling, being all alone with her future tossed up. She wasn't okay. Her lone tear became a flood as she buried her head in her pillow and sobbed. Then she heard it… a telephone ring, and for some reason there was a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach and she couldn't pick it up.