Catherine
The second of my very short views into the minds of the characters, if it doesn't make any sense I'm sorry for my appalling writing skills. As with anything on this site I put on this site I own nothing and am just borrowing the characters for a bit, anything that you recognise I also don't own, everything belongs to someone else. Any constructive feedback is welcomed so if feel that any is needed just review. Hope you enjoy reading this!
She sits and waits for her world to make sense, for her daughter to stop hating her, for the world to just stop so she can once again sleep. Sleep would allow the world to make sense for just a few hours, everything would be perfect and maybe, just maybe she could live a normal life when she woke.
Normal, her life had never been that. Every time she thought that she was even close to it the world turned against her, forcing rash decisions about every aspect of life. Rash decisions that were slowly pushing her daughter away from her, seemly towards the underbelly of Vegas that she never wanted her to see.
The underbelly of Vegas that she saw on a nightly basis with her seemingly numb exterior showing none of the emotions she felt inside. Work was the one place that she ever gained any respect, not much but she got respect. The only problem was her job left her even more isolated from the life that she wanted; people outside the world of forensics couldn't begin to comprehend why she did the work she did. Some nights she didn't know why herself.
But for now she will keep her feelings hidden, pretend that her life is normal and her daughter is the picture of innocence, while hoping for a sleep that will rid her of all her complications. A sleep that will be so perfect that the world needn't change or make sense for her to feel normal.