A/N: This one is about when Alex was taken away to the WPP. Her POV. Adapted from something else I wrote.

The Moon

By Melissa

The radio yells. It's all just noise; the words having lost meaning long ago. Noise to drown out the whispers. The ones I can't stop, because they are inside my mind.

I hate the miles we forced to traverse. You towards me, and me now away from you. Traveling towards an unwanted goal, which is now my life in hiding. Or away from one that is longed for; which is me being held by your strong arms.

This damn car taking me farther than I want to be, because now I need to be.

The miles will make us different, make us older. They will wear down rubber and reason and resolve.

I look down at my injured shoulder. Am I lucky the guy was a lousy shot? It doesn't seem like it now.

The moon takes pity and lights my way further and further from you.

It knows a thing or two about scars.