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   I used to think that getting shot was the worst pain of all- a kind of burning rushing through you, and you want to beg for death. It turns out that getting shot is something that you can get used to- you can block out the pain because you’re so familiar with it.   It’s a beautiful thing, blocking out pain- it shows strength, in a bloodied, morbid way.   Physical pain is so much easier to block than the kind of torture that happens in your mind and heart- wh...

You sigh to yourself as you watch him work at the car, tinkering with it to make it purr just right for you. He loves it when you’re happy, and so he actually tries to make you happy- something your boyfriend hasn’t done in a long time. Oh, now he’s bending over to get some sort of tool- you don’t know the name of it, but that might be because you’re not even looking at it. It’s a pity that as hard as he tries to make you happy- you’ve been best frien...

It was dark, cold, and she was going to die. That was how they thought she felt when they saw her hunched over in her cell in the dungeon, her head bent as if she were praying. Praying-ha! What a thought; as if any god would listen to her prayers. She was too far into this life to even think she was forgiven. It was not as if she could not escape if she didn’t want to, but she had a job to do. One more job; that was what they kept telling her. One more job and they would let her live her lif...

Chapter One- Tuesday Morning 9:12 Fay Reynolds sat dejectedly in the hard plastic chair outside the principal’s office. This was the third time she’d been sent to the principal this week. Toying with the chains on her baggy purple pants, she sighed and glanced up at the clock. The second hand ticked away the seconds of her life she was wasting sitting there. The door swung open creakily to reveal a tall black man who looked down at Fay and sighed audibly. “Again? What it is now?” he asked wi...

She was tired of running. That was all she could think about- how long it had been since she’d had an actual home. But if she stumbled or slowed down, even for a moment, they would get her. For a year, she had danced out of their reach, staying half a step ahead of them every time they got close to catching her. But, still, she was weary of the constant fear, of the sleepless nights, of the everlasting threat of death. The worst part wasn’t even death, because death wasn’t for eternity. The w...