(Hey! So I know its short, but it's really just to get me back into the grove of writing in Shae's über-emo super depressing mindset. I hope you enjoy this! Sorry bout the mix up with this chapter! I havent looked at it an only just Caught on! Oops :P ))

[Shae]

I woke with a start and stared at the sleeping form in the bed across the room from me. Warren was sprawled spread eagle on his bed, one of his wings flopping over the edge, the other resting up the wall, like a barricade of white feathers.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, only to be met by wooziness as the blood drained from my head. I was still in my hospital gown and it was 8 in the morning, so I grabbed a par of Warren's sweats and a small shirt. I scribbled a small note tell him that I took some clothing and will wash them, and a thank you for last night. I placed it next to him and slipped out the door.

I had only just turned around when I saw a group of young teenage girls. They ogled at me; in Warren's clothing and leaving early in the morning from said man's room. It didn't take a mastermind to figure out what their conclusion was. They giggled and whispered as I walked away. I have no doubt about how fun it would be to be one of those Vikings from Jess's books. When people whispered and pointed, you could just hit them over the head with the blunt side of an axe. But in reality you just had to suck it up.

I walked a fast as I could without full out running to my room. I opened the door and stepped in. I closed the door and leaned on it. I observed the room and was hit but an overwhelming blast of loneliness. I really don't like being alone. It brings back to much pain and suffering. I moved around the room and when into the bathroom. I looked at my odd yet fascinating face.

I was different. There is no way, to put it. I was equal to a dog and I could most defiantly live like one if it came to it. Bitch was a name I heard a lot as I aged. A favourite of my fathers, something that outlined what I looked like and what he though I was. Perfection.

I stared at the girl in the mirror, her eyes, much older then her actual age. She'd grown up to fast, like her little brother, forced to make decisions that no child should ever have to make. Required to protect anything she loved to hide it from the darkness that lurked in every corner of her 'home'.

I was guarded, there was no doubt that I kept my feelings so close to my chest that sometimes even I would forget they where there. It was good when I didn't have opinions or emotions, that way I could do my job.

Before I knew what was happening, tears leaked down my cheek in some sort of parade. I tasted salt water as they slid into my mouth. I've always hated the tang the came with salt. To many times, had I kissed away Jess's tears and I had grown to hate it. I've grown to detest many things that took me back to those times.

I stood and pulled myself together. My sides hurt like hell, but I know that I must pull myself together for other people; like I've been doing for years. Slipping Warren's shirt off, followed by the sweats. Cranking the water on I stepped into the shower, and let the water was over my body. I use to shower a lot; trying desperately to wash off the feeling my father left on me, a filth that wasn't really there. But now there was no scum, only the feeling of Warren's warm touch. And that was something that I never wanted to leave.

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