DISCLAIMER in the first chapter...

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Chapter 6: Enough

Rain drops on the wind shield...

Tears running down her face...

Voices...

Voices simply whispering...

' now he is no more'...

Winds coming from the south and the east clashed up there in the sky, making the now blackened clouds pour. Heaven's tears fell down upon the pavement, and hit the car now cruising trough. And what started as a small prant, turned into an anguished sob as lightning cut the sky in half and thunder wakened the dead, while frightening the living. Inside the sports car, sat a woman who did not know what she had just ran away from and certainly did not know where she was heading to.

When Miss Parker left the Center the morning before, she did it without quite understanding why. She had just felt an unexplainable urge to leave, only fueled by those annoying voices within her mind. She hadn't stopped home to gather the few belongings she now wished were there. Hadn't thought the consequences of her action for both herself and those she cared for deeply. She just... Left.

And though she felt a tint of remorse for being selfish, something Parker didn't often indulge on, leaving had been then, just like it was now, the only thing to be done. It had not been any threats against her life, it was something else. What, however, eluded her still. They, whoever they were, had told her, she had not understood.

It was while she pondered, thoughts running through her head, that she heard the voices again. She found it odd, that after almost four decades of life, this gift of hers which had been dormant, suddenly awakened, so late into the game. Odder still that after months of silence, they acted up so frequently in the last twenty four hours. Odd. Simply speaking at once, undistinguishable and jumbled all together, the voices continued.

They were not warning her of danger, like they had done before. There was no place she was told to go to. This time they whispered strange words of comfort. It was then she realized something horrible had happened. And in the second she felt her heart constrict with pain, the voices spoke in unison.

He is no more...

He's gone now...

Better now...

Home...

Though it took her another second to figure out who they meant, the knowledge finally dawned on her. Like the lightning which had just crossed the sky to hit the dark looking tree a few feet away, the realization hit her hard. Her baby brother was gone. Dead. His breathing defect had finally caused his little heart to stop. The sweet boy who hugged her so dearly the month before, inquiring her about his name, had found his release from the only home he ever had... Hell.

The tears washed again down her cheeks and she cursed herself for being so sensitive lately. She understood the need her heart had to mourn, but having spent almost her entire life mourning for things lost, Parker now wished for a light at the end of the tunnel. Her baby brother did not suffer any more. He was free. And so should she.

With renewed strength and determination, the woman who many referred to as the Ice Queen, made a decision. It was time to start living the life her mother had wanted for her. Horrible things had happened in the past. Things she saw, which filled her heart with intense sadness and left her cold. They were once, and like her innocent brother, they were no more. Though she would never forget them, they should remain in the past. It was time to move on.

Dried tears on her cheek and a small smile at the corner of her lips, Miss Parker, the control freak, surrendered to the her inner sense. Though she was not someone who normally talked to herself aloud, she asked:

" Where to now?"

Her voice was rough from the crying and a days worth of silence, however, her words were steady. Sure of themselves. No uncertainty left. Though she would remain a stubborn and tempered woman for the rest of her days, she accepted the fact that a new her had been borne that moment. A strong, independent woman, who was not afraid of living.

And down the road she went, the rain still pouring around her, cleaning her soul. It was the beginning of a journey of self discovery, much like the one Jarod indulged himself with after escaping his confined cell. Yes, much the same...

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