Author's Note: BRING TISSUES PEOPLE! LOL,or at least I hope you need them. I wanted to make Shana's past story extremely, uberly, over the top heartbreaking and sad for you all. Let's hope I can achieve that. Warning: This is the start of the reasons why this is change to an M due to violence, language, a not quite explicit rape scene, and other adult themes.

6. Shana's Story Part 1

Shana sighed, her lips pursing together for brief paused moment or so before finally speaking again.

"Well...I honestly don't know where to begin." she murmured lowly, as Joey bolted out of her seat slowly, placing a hand comfortably on Shana's shoulders, and which when the city girl looked up to face the understanding eyes of Joey, Shana took Joey's hands, pulled it off of her gently and backed away slightly.

"Joey look I-"

"No. It's okay, really. You shouldn't have to tell if what your fiancé did to you was hor-"

"Oh no! God no! He'd never- I mean, he never! Oh Joey I didn't mean to have it implied as that!" Shana gasped, wide eyed at almost gaping shock. Joey felt wrong for saying that, foolish in fact, since the photograph of them depicted them happily together. Then again, every abusive relationship is usually revealed behind closed doors, as Joey had learned when interviewing a victim of an abusive relationship, in respect even now dared not to even think of the poor, scarred and brutally beaten woman.

"Look it was never anything..abusive or whatever. Oh no, not at al. Joey...it was so damn perfect. Like, the love story Romeo and Juliet would slit other people's throats for to have." Shana implied, though shrugged, obviously describing it a tad too far in the extreme.

"Sorry if that sounds crazy." she flushed, her cheeks redenned like her red bang.

"Shana, when I was young my mother told me people do crazy things and say crazy things when they're in love. Hell, they'd even go as far as to do crazy- and I don't mean borderline physcopathic crazy- things for the one they love." Joey grinned, remembering those memories of when she had been a curious child to love. How she sat on her mother's lap and would tell her the true love story as to how she and her father met, ofcourse excluding the actual ending, but left it more or less told as something out of a Disney love story with a prince and princess.

"Alright then. Joey...you promise not to actually, ya know, tell any of your reporters there my story. Right?" Shana tensely asked, obviously uncomfortable with her story soon to be spoken. Before Joey could even open her mouth to speak, Shana hung her head low and shook her head.

"Look Joey, I got scars that are ugly and deep. So you gotta SWEAR not to say nuthin'." she said suddenly, almost in bitter anger. Joey glanced down and noticed that Shana had curled her fists suddenly, though not in obviously meaning she was actually going to hit her- right?

"Joey?" Shana demanded for an answer, though managed to keep her tone on something of a basic level to casual.

Joey immediately nodded. "Oh of course Shana. I promise no one will hear a word outside this room." she solenly swore, hand over heart, with no such teasing wink or chuckle like how Sam would keep promises to Shana.

After a few moments, with Shana still in debate as to whether or not to trust her, back turned and pacing around a bit with her hands locked behind, she stopped dead in her tracks and sighed. Turning over to face, her face cringed for a moment as though to hold back tears before beginning.

"I was born into a semi-normal family. My parents...they weren't typically the mot in-love and happiest people in the world. They'd have there arguments and such, though never to my face. And I never knew what they was about, and still don't know. Momma never told me even before she overdosed herself to death..."she paused, the memories forcing back into her eyes and relived.

Her tired father arriving home from work, while she, then four or five, threw his arms around him for a happy hug, the otherwise seemingly cheerful family together. She laying bed whilst he read her a classical bedtime story with his deep, baritone, soothing voice that put her sleep in the alternative to her mother's beautiful lullaby voice.

"But when I was six...something snapped in my Daddy." Shana struggled to say that very sentence, resisiting the feel for her voice to crack at the tearful memories.

A little girl, clutching her teddy bear and staring wide eyed in panic at the moon, restless and unable to sleep. For one, it was the rain and the little droplets of it pounding against the window in a tapping noise, but that didn't even take the cake. even Their roars in their arguments getting louder, more violent, and Shana jumped startled at the very noise of something shattering, a glass frame or vase perhaps?

Her shaky little legs swung out of bed, slipping down and leaving behind her only hugging source of comfort at the moment, her bear, to go into the always there arms of her father. This had happened many times before. They would argue, she would cry and run straight into her father's arms and plead they stop, and they seemed to be happy again.

Because they had always been in her young eyes a picture perfect family, but oh how young and foolish she was to believe the smiles.

Why? Why, as her precious Daddy, who was half of her entire world, so upset? Not in tears but- angry. Did he or Mommy say something bad? Whenever she'd say something bad, Shana would sit in time-out. But this didn't look anything like time-out oh no, his bags were packed. Where was he going?

"Daddy.." the small girl, four year old Shaan murmured lowly, noticing her mother had turned over in notice. Her mother was so sad, eyes red and tears spilling, hand over her mouth, and Shaan could hear the whimpers her mother fought so desperately to hide. Her father had turned, but he hadn't stopped as he had already opened the door- revealing the outside to be dark, and pouring rain even harder.

Shana quickly ran over to her father, in search of a hug but felt two large hands nudge her away, holding her firmly to her feet. One of the large, rough hands of her father carressing her cheek slightly, but in a way that of no such emotion. Shana's two small hands barely even covered her father's one hand alone, grasping on to it as it left her shoulder.

"No. No. Daddy no! Daddy! Where awe you goin' Daddy?" she asked, her heart pounding, a feel to suddenly but indeed very nervous and worried.

She could hear her mother snap, release a shriek and whimper before sobbing again. Tears piling up in her own eyes as well, Shana just simply couldn't understand what was going on. Why was her Daddy leaving? Why was Mommy so upset?

Why was their family so broken and unperfect?

The big question of all was why it was suddenly so hard to grasp onto her father's hand, as it slipped away from her grasp slowly but at the pace in which her sweaty, small hands tiredly felt to resist the urge of giving up. It washopeless, but she couldn't, as he slowly turned his head to her for a final time.

'Mm...chu probably goin' turn out jest like ya momma, but chu got yo daddy's warm eyes.' Shana recalled a friend of her mother comment. But what warm eyes? Daddy's eyes were so...cold. It was like he didn't want her. Did she do something wrong? Was she not a good girl?

He hadn't even mouthed goodbye, and rather hastily slapped his hand slowly away her two hands, simply exiting in a manner far more cold than Rhett had done to Scarlett in Gone with the Wind, a movie she had stayed up to watch with her parents once.

And never once did he look back.

Joey remained completely silent for a full manner of about ten minutes or so, unable ot think of anything to say in her sympathy to Shana, whom had cast her gaze towards the view of the city from her nearby window. Hands behind her back and locked, Shana sighed.

"Well?" she asked, as if having been waiting for a response during the entire period of silence. Joey jumped, startled as she raised an eyebrow high in curiosity.

"Oh? I..I'm sorry. I mean, with both. I didn't know that and...I didn't know what to honestly say." Joey quickled apologized as Shana turned her back, the slightest of a smile twitching on the corner of her lips, but it never even came to be as she nodded.

"No, no, it's my fault for acting so rude. It's just, I figured there'd be some sort of sappy sympathy like all dem other folks I've told my story. You know it's just like- the sympathy only seems to make the pain return." Shana sighed, eyes flickering about from the floor to Joey, who's eyes fixed with an understanding.

"I uderstand completely Shana, after all, I- I never knew my father either. And I always wondered what kind of a father he'd be. My mother always said he would've been a great father to me...just out of all the options I thought of- I never tohught of my father walking out of me and my mother's life before." Joey's voice trailed, the very sound to it low. Shana unlocked her hands from her back, and then rubbed her arms as she slowly made her way to the opposite couch of Joey.

"Hard to believe this Joey but...from where I come from, it's pretty common for one parent or both to walk out of their kid's life. It's fucked up- but true. And it really is just the shit cream on top of life, ain't it? I used to have a heck of a lotta good booksmarts. I mean, I knew kids who didn't have a chance, and were proud of that fact as well. The teachers knew, yet they always tried. With me- they said they saw potential in me. But in the world, to me eyes, and frm those I was told by, you needed street smarts to survive. Not book smarts, so I traded those all away. Seemed to pay off fair I guess." Shana shrugged, though she obviously didn't feel comfortable with exactly saying what was implied, she had dropped out of school. Joey decided to respect that and not question further on that subject.

"But...I didn't make it into the world so easy though. You see I..." Shana began to say, as noticable her lip trembled, tempted to cry. Personally for Shana, there was a weakening, queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Welling up inside, as these memories added in to floating through her eyes yet again.

'Why don't you do a little twirl for me sweetie?' his voice hissed in her mind, along with the rest of them. Every single one of them, and their hungry demands, cruel requests, haunting touch- the painful bad touch that were scars in some places.

'Without me..you're nothing.'

'Shana...I promise you're safe. Nobody will hurt you, alright?' then came the one soothing voice she longed to hear for the longest time, feeling dylusional for even believing it could possibly be him, but it seemed to me the very voice echoing through her mind. In the car...on that rainy night, the spilled tears, hushes and assurance, oh God! It all then came back straight through in a way with true emotion, and not how she had been seemingy strong enough to easily open to Joey. No, now did it really hit her hard like a football pummel.

It took her five seconds to realize her knees had buckled weakly, and she collapsed to the ground, hands burying her face as Joey quickly ran to her side.

"I sold myself!" she sobbed. "I sold myself. I mean, I ain't no prostitute but...but what could I do? ! I was seventeen an the school never gonna let me back in by then! It was too late Joey! I...I didn't know what to do. 'Kay?" she was hysterical, half or words spoken barely audible or considerable proper English. Oh, fuck it. The poor girl was a mess, and Joey didn't know what to do in any way to make actual comfort other than to remain silent and hold her. Wrapping her arms around Shana's back as she sobbed, with Joey at some points in between softly hushing her in assurance, as the city girl continued.

"I couldn't do anything..an it seemed like no one would even hear if I screamed. The sayin' goes bout people likin' it rough, or Joey they were rough. In not in the manner you'd enjoy. I just thought...I mean, as long as I count up my money it'd be enough to get out of that Hell hole.." Shana's heaved slowly, suddenly overcome with a feeling that made her very tired, wanting to go rest her eyes and fall asleep in Joey's arms or perhaps one of the nearby couches.

"Sh...sh..hush...Shana it- it's okay." Joey struggled to say in between as Shaan calmed, stroking her black hair, and brushing away her red bang that stood in front and annoyingly covered her right eye, as Shana made the slightest nod, in gesture to a gracious thank you. Licking her cracked lips, and wiping her hot, salty tears that had spilled down quickly past her face, small puddles formed on her shirt by the cleavage of her simple but small white T-shirt. Rising to her feet slowly, she felt Joey's arms release her from the hug slowly, as Shana quickly plopped back down on the couch, sighing in thought.

"I raised more than enough money...bought my own ride and left this damn town. When I came back..early last year, I figured I'd go celebrate with some of my friends...and..apparently there was this local club in town. T- The Boiler Room.."Shana had trailed, whilst Joey raised both her eyebrows in surprise.

'My God...she knows the club. Was she..?' Joey, in icy fear for a minute, wondering where exactly the story was to trail off. Though to relieve herself, she knew that Shana had clearly stated that this was in the previous early year, not recently within the last year. Why so anxious though, over as to whether or not Shana was indeed aware of the massacre? It wasn't like that was a kept up secret tightly locked like some kind of conspiracy theory for Christ's sake. It had been all over the news for a good full week, pointless investigations gone cold quickly over the brutal murders.

It wasn't that. It was the damn Box that kept Joey quizzical and jumpy, worried despite the impossibility of it's return from the cement ground she had stuck it through.

Shana hadn't even noticed Joey seemingly wander off in thoughts, whilst she herself had stared straight forth towards her gray brick wall ahead until her vision grew tired of the sights and became slightly dizzy. Perhaps re-telling the story would release the pain? So far, it didn't seem to be working despite Joey's excellent cooperation.

Closng her eyes, Shana swore she could re-live the entire memory itself yet again as though a movie or the exact living moment to it being relived now.

It felt nice to get out honestly in a place that was so familiar yet again, despite the large gaping difference of currently now of her return to when she had last been around New York City, as in officially staying, for now. Heh, she was just too damn focused on having at least a good time to herself and with the small group of small town gang bikers- not too troublesome, but by nightfall they were total, utter junkies. Except for one of them, a basic Bimbo blond named Karolyn (and yes with a K, as Karolyn herself had grudgingly told her of the common mistake countless people made when spelling it out or questioning). Though not a bright bulb, it was relief she was no junkie, and Karolyn had invited her for a fun time.

But the streets they crossed through on the way were eerie and hauntingly familiar, almost as though the assumably homeless were eyeing her dirtily from the view of the passenger seat window of the car Karolyn had driven her to.

The place itself seemed...rowdy for a first impression. Rock music booming loudly, those dancing like a bunch of morons or so high off of whatever juice they shot themselves up with it was hilarious to watch. Parched for a good drink to knock her boots off out of boredom (It had been awhile since she had an honest drink; Considering motorcycle riding and drinking aren't a lovely combination.).

Meanwhile her friend Karolyn had been easily wooed by the club owner, playboy J.P. Munroe- whom Shana took no interest at- and disappeared upstairs to his bedroom upstairs.

'Most likely fucking her.' she bitterly thought. Shana had heard all the stories of how he would use women for one night stands, and with that, not wanting to join the long, countless list of used women she made herself appear average and not in anything of skimpy clothes other than a half shirt worn under her baggy leather jacket.

She most certainly did not long for or miss the attention she had brought for when selling herself those years ago anyways. To thank God for the very least at the moment, there hadn't been any unwanted but familiar faces that had spotted her. Or else there would be some ugly trouble. She wasn't interested in any one night stands, unlike those with the 'hungry eyes' around the place seemed to be for any unfortunate weak willed girl to give in. Quite a shame indeed. Though for her own luck, Shana so far managed to keep herself a managable, low profile. No exotic dancing, no heavy indused drinking (not quite yet- once the place turned it down a bit then she'd trust herself to let herself go nuts), and hadn't noticed anyone catching her or eyeing her in particular. Well, at that moment.

But somehow, the local D.J to it caught her eye much to her displeasure of not wanting to get any hookups.

To think, that all Shana had wanted was a drink...drinks rather.

He had been unable to take his eyes off the very sight of her, her eye catching streak of red dyed bang most likely being how he spotted her, and he flushed when she noticed his stare. All she herself had been originally planning was simply passing by. But, there seemed to be a tug on her heart strings, despite how she had strongly insisted to herself never to hit off a relationship at a club. But before she could stop herself, she gave in. Quickly, she approached him boldly.

"So, am I supposed to expect a catch phrase of 'come here often'?" she inquired, arching one of her eyebrows as she raised her voice to beat the loud, rock music for him to hear.

He laughed, in a bit of relief she wasn't seemingly like one of those dim witted prostitutes that J.P. seemed to favor in due to their gullilblness.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm a D.J.- not a Casanova." he assured with a playful wink as she rolled her eyes.

"Then explain why you look like a love struck Romeo when you were lookin' at me?" she retorted, laughing as she noticed him then turn beet red at his cheeks.

In the present moment, Shana had been explaining to Joey those very words, though not quite necessariy in the thought manner Shana had thought to herself during the situation alone. She hadn't mentioned the true details as to why she didn't want any sort of attention that night, simply remarking she just 'Wanted a drink or few and nothin more. No trouble, ya know?'.

"That's how you two met?" Joey whispered hoarsely.

"Yeah, but we hadn't actually hit it off. Sure we..I think if I recall well we exchanged names, maybe a joke or two. But we went our seperate ways quickly- well at least I did. And during the whole time.." Shana stopped, chuckling lightly and airily as she closed her eyes and shook her head at the memories. "..Joey he couldn't keep his eyes off me the whole time. I'm tellin' ya, I think he was some kind of lost in lovestruck arrows Romeo like Cupid really got to him or somethin. I sometimes wondered that...that if I just ran up to kiss him, his eyes would turn straight into lil hearts- like on those kiddy cartoons."

Joey smiled at the joke, how warming the feeling must've been between the two. From Shana's perspective in the story told so far, it almost seemed as though it must've been love from the beginning. or somewhat on a corny level of two destinys meant to be, etc etc etc. Goodness did Joey normally despise soap opreas and their cliché loves, but this was one pure sweet.

Though there was a lingering feeling in Joey's stomach, as well as the hidden dark corner of Shana's hazel eyes, that there was a darkside to the seemingly somewhat happy (at the current moment) story, that the events of her father and brief prostitution were not the worst.

Her thoughts, more or less questions, were answered as Shana finally continued after a brief pause that on the curious suspense level for Joey felt like ages.

"..I had to go. It was gettin' late ya know. i mean, I'm normally a night owl- but I couldn't fool around in the city just yet. I still had to get re-used to the place..if that's even a word. But...anyways..unbeknown it had started to rain, well storm clouds gathering. So, I figured I'd take a walk route back to the apartment here instead of waiting for Karolyn."

"In a way...I should've never done that Joey." Shana's voice trembled suddenly.

"Why?" Joey asked, leaning in and moving by to Shana's side on her couch this time instead of sitting and shuffling her feet on the other one.

Shana's face cringed in pain for the quick second, hands curled together and tightening in a formed ball together. Squeezing her eyes shut, it was by then did Joey know for certain that this was obviously the worst now.

The chilling wind gave it a somewhat eerie chill, as if something seen out of those thriller slasher films Shana always laughed at in mock for their corny predictable scenes. But now, who's laughing now?

The wind had grown stronger over the growing minutes, knocking over several nearby trash bins from the alleyway across the street pavement she had been walking, and hearing the sudden slowing roar of a car.

For a moment, Shana considered in her options it was Karolyn's car- a blue...erm...van? She couldn't quite recall (nor did Shana car much for cars anyways, it was always motorcycles), but turned slowly to find a dark SUV instead, with chip marks all on the hood and a tricked out licence in obviously fake gemstones.

Shana had quickly turned her back when realizing it was nothing but a passing car, and continued on her way with seemingly no trouble. But the roar of the slow moving engines started to turn off quickly and suddenly, her enlarged shadow caused from the headlights of behind turned off, and a man hustling stumbling then grasped her shoulders. Forcing her to turn around, her right fist immediately met to his face smack hard. He stumbled, the sound of 'crack' easily heard as he growled and grabbed his nose.

"BITCH!" he screamed, and by then did Shana recognize it was indeed one of those unwanted familiar faces- Wesley Fay- her...her former 'boss', rather pimp for that matter who had briefly owned her before she took off. Though without a word to her, and he seemed in the mood for a longing welcome back.

Oh how hard she put up a fight. She really did honestly try, breaking his nose until it was nothing more than a bloodied pulp, scratching and kicking- desperate to fight back as his arms roughly squeezed around her abdomen, as if in a hemliech lock, as she gasped. It felt like as though he were crushing her ribs, as she gasped,trying to jump free and scream, as through her squirming was he able to hold her waistline- rather crush- while the other hand smacked down, gagging her mouth. She attempted to spin on her feet, to object, to fight even at the last minute.

He threw her down, pinned her, obviously hoping that her head banging first against the ground would've knocked her out cold. It hadn't worked, but her head throbbed, the slimy, liquid warmth of blood slowing oozing from an insant cut somewhere on the back of her head, the rocky texture of the pavement crushing against it, her hair itself knotted as she turned her head away, resisting him. Yet he continued without any sight of giving up, slamming her fists to the ground, feeling the sharp, rough pavement dig into her skin, as he dragged her then by her jacket as he scrambled to his feet, her skin scraping and feeling as though it were burning from the pain. The slick, icy rain wasn't helping much as it seemed to only pour down upon her face harder, stinging in the mixed sensational feeling of burning hot and deathly cold.

She lashed out, trying to kick high. Shana figured she had hit him udging from his yelp of a groan, and tried to quickly rise to her feet, stumbling in her balance with her dizzying vision. She tried to run to her feet, feeling so sickened and earful- unable to think straight. She seemed to be ahead, but must've slowed for just the slightest second enough for him to catch up, yank her hair and tear out a few strings of it harshly as well, dragging her by her feet towards his car.

She knew her heels of her shoes skidded against the pavement, her screams were muffled, and she knew it was late. Nobody was up and around, and she knew- from the chuckling laughter in his cruel mock to her- his very foul stenched breath he was intoxicated. And infuriated over her absence from all these years, his angered fueled more with the sight of her return. She knew he wanted to take his anger all out on her completely, no matter how much of the 'hassle' to him it was.

She squeezed her eyes shut and hoped it would be quick, as he had forcibly threw her in the backseat of his SUV, sniggering under his breath as he slammed the car door. The tight, cramped space was uncomfortable for her legs, bent to have somewhat space as she tried to get up. Eyes watering, right hand hanging freely off from the seat as it twitched to bend a fist slightly, her whole body nearly dripping wet from the rain, voice hoarse and squeaky as she made slight moans and gasps in pain, hearing him shuffle through and about. Wondering whether or not Wesley had plans on making this quick or not.

Either or, she knew she had to seize the time now. She was scared. Sitting up straight, she rubbed her head briefly as she attempted to open the door, with no such luck as at the exact moment she had approached the door, he had appeared by the window, eyebrows furrowing angrily and eyes narrowing dangerously. As soon as her hands backed away did his whisk open the car door, jumping through and slamming it as he banged her head against the seat down, pinning her down. He chuckled as she tried to bit down on her tongue, trying not to scream to satisfy him.

But he grabbed ahold of the seat belt, outstretching it and then implying the threat as he mockingly placed it around her neck, slurpily chuckling as he playfully tugged it against her neck. Shana stared up wide eyed, fearfully.

His lips brushed against her neck, his freezing cold lips inflaming her body into goosepimples instantly- and not in the matter of aroused. Oh not at all- she was horrified, unable to find the voice to scream as he grew warily and impatient, tearing and ripping her clothes off. Tossing her leather jacket carelessly aside to the front seat as he smacked her, the very feeling of when his hand connected to her cheek. The stinging feeling worse than the harsh little droplets of rain.

Oh God...she had begged so fearfully, heaving sobs in her chest as she prayed so desperately for it to be over soon. But there was no quick feeling at all, oh no. Wesley knew how to push everyone's buttons in his cold mock, having been the one infamously to say to her to give a 'little twirl' in the exposed lingerie she wore, when in 'trials' to see if she would be a favorable little pawn in his game. And he knew how to make things hurt- slowly.

He was forcibly inside of her, grunting while she cried the tears that felt like were becoming her own blood, falling down her cheeks. It was a nightmare she felt forced to relive over and over again, never ending despite that being all she asked. And in between did he give a twinge of unwanted pain, a slap or so. Or he'd bite down too hard on her neck, feeling her bleed. She had tried to put up a little resistance, spitting in his face or trying to shove him off

The worst torture was his thrusting, oh he made it hurt. He knew it hurt her, which was his exact objection. Intoxicated and blurried of common sense ('Wesley had common sense? Since when did monsters have a mind?' would've been the thoughts she would have thought if she could think in between the pain), he seemed to still be a master of pain.

And when his hunger was satisfied, when he was through with her and the obviously longed for slow painful revenge, there came a small beating. Her legs ached, she tried to arched her back as she hissed and moaned, crying so hard until she felt was though no tears were left to cry.

He just chuckling in a low breath, like the monster normally do as he carressed her cheek, brushing away some of her hair and wiping away the hot sweat on her forehead.

"Sh...baby baby. Don't cry..." he cooed in a haunting whisper, leaning intently to her ear, as all over her body bruised and ached.

Mostly nude, with her shirt, jeans, panties, and jacket nowhere to be found, he gestured to what she simply wanted to do, and grabbed her panties and jacket, simply tossing at her as she reacted in a near startled jump from anything touching her body in pain. She got her clothes back on quickl despite the pain, hoping he'd give her more of her clothes, but did not. He obviously wanted a sick souvinier. For the final moments as she kept her eyes shut, he took a sniff at her hair and whatever scent he took pleasure in, his icy chuckle spreading those light goosepimples again as he then simply tossed her out of his van, watching as her body landed straight forth to pouring wet ground. The rain had increased, as he simply whispered 'Thanks for the night, ba- baby heh heh heh..' with a cackle.

Her body was soaked and ached, blood still pooling or cracked and dried from the earlier injuries, blurried vision watching as the dark SUV drove off so simply while she struggled about.

There was nowhere to run. No one to turn to. And so, she decided there would be no use for that matter anyways, as she brought her legs to chest and curled herself together, crying over the still lasting pain, hysterical in tears. Hoping, and praying she would die here from something, and honestly by then she didn't care whether it be slow or not. She supposed her soul alone already was slaughtered in that van.

"He- Wesley left me to die Joey...Left me to die all alone on dem streets. And God did I never ever want to die so much before until then..." Shana whispered, so lowly it was barely audible. Her hands were curled and laid together in her lap, head hung low and eyes frozen still in the fearful memories.

Joey herself held a hand across her mouth, hot tears forming and falling slowly, streaming down her cheeks. In her min over and over had she been thinking 'Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God' almost in what felt like a panicked thought rather.

The utter silence seemed to take it's own toll, as if on it's own cue did it seem the birhgt sunny morning seemed to be dulling down. The sun itself hidden in midst of slowly forming gray clouds, though nothing more than what looked like thin whisps of gray clouds, not any sign of rain. But in the fitting mood of eerie silence to the awful story told.

It was rather surprising to find how strong she had been while telling every single explicit detail in manner, though Shana's voice was distant and hoarse. Obviously cracked to the temptation of crying, whilst trusting her own self for the briefest moment to not make a sound did Joey accidentally whimper loudly from her tearing. Shana turned to her, hazel eyes already slipping down tears.

"Joey...there's more." she whispered.

Oh my..*sniffles* it should get happier I hope. :'(