A man and woman appeared out of the darkness. They were laughing softly about something as they walked by the shadow covered figure, seemingly unaware of the two dark

amber eyes that followed them. A gust of wind pushed at the branches of a nearby tree, shoving them away and sending a few stray stands of light to fall on the figure. It was a girl,

that much was obvious. Her golden amber eyes held a certain glazed look that was almost impossible to achieve without the help of something that came in a powder or a needle.

Her rain darkened hair was plastered to her neck and curled around her face, dropping silver diamonds of wetness like offerings into the soft pink cup of her ear. An old, torn black

t shirt hung limply on her boney shoulders and the black jeans that she wore looked as though they were older than she was. Around her neck hung a necklace made of wire, pop

tabs and a small medallion that gleamed dully in the watery light. Her clothing was soaked from the rain but she didn't seem to notice the sheets of rain that pounded down on her

frail body, her glazed eyes faded in and out of reality as she focused all her attention at her bare left arm that lay like some broken creature across her knees. On the soft under skin

there were three sets of thin white scars that were faint yet painfully distinct they spelled out a name, S A M.

In her right hand she gripped a gagged chunk of glass tightly between her thumb and index finger, placing the tip of the razor sharp glass at the start of the S she pressed down. A

bead of crimson pooled up and was instantly washed away by the rain. Moving slowly the girl pressed down as hard as she dared while carefully following the pre existing scars,

biting her lip she hissed softly as the first flares of pain blossomed in her skin and filled the void in her mind. Crimson ran down her arm in thin red lines but had anyone been

watching they would have found it more than a little bit strange at how quickly the blood seemed to slow and then stop all together. The girl bowed her head as she threw the glass

into the night and cradled her sore arm close to her body.

"Hey did you hear what happened down at that runaway shelter on 5th and Washington last week?" Her sharp ears picked up the sound of the couple that had passed by her not

that long ago as they went into the park.

"No, what happened?" Oh god, no please, no. why was this happening? The heroin in her seemed to sing in her veins as her heart began to race. The couple glanced at her as they

passed, their wickedly bright green eyes flashing in the light, the man sneered cruelly.

"They say that this girl came in who was totally hyped up on something and just went absolutely psycho screaming about werewolves and stuff like that. And when these guys took

her outside to get her to chill out she turned on them with a knife and killed at least three."

"Wow. That really sucks."

Lies, it was all lies. Only she knew the truth of it and she suppressed the anger that she could feel growing behind her ribs, could control it as long as they didn't say that she had…

"The worst part is that then she turned on this little kid that happened to have followed them out. The newspapers were having a field day with the story. I mean they were saying

they haven't seen so much carnage done by one person like that."

The anger snapped inside her like a spring that had been wound to tightly and before she even realized it she was on her feet.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" she screamed at the receding shadows of the couple as they scurried away down the street,

"You don't know what happened, you don't know what really fucking happened so shut the hell up." She spun angrily, screaming as she tore chunks of bark of a nearby tree

leaving four long white gashes in the belly of the wood. She stared mystified by the pale flesh that peered out at her from beneath the black bark. Glancing down her face contorted

with disgust as she saw that her hand had changed into a fur covered claw and she fell back to the ground, shaking and moaning.

"Oh god not again," she whimpered weakly.

"Sam… please…forgive me. Oh god Sam please forgive me. I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to, it was an accident." A high pitched giggle drifted back through the rain as the girl

curled up on the saturated grass and closed her eyes.