• I woke up crying, again. It was starting to become apart of my routine, Patrice my powers, Go to work and cry. I didn't know him leaving would be this hard. Maybe I keep on thinking when I fall He will be there to pick me up or when I can't stop he could be there to stop me. Ether way he couldn't of helped me, but every day it gets worse.
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    After work I started to walk home. This job only gave enough to pay the bills and eat so I wasn't looking so good. My cloths were filled of rips and patches. Also enough food to get by makes you look pretty skinny, but it kept my temptation down, Temptation, to kill. That wasn't the only thing of me that was looking bad, my skin was filled with scars and cuts. Also it was getting paler. So pale if it snowed my skin would blend into the snow. The only part of my skin that wasn't white was the tattoo of a moon on my face, that was a dark red. I couldn't see my reflection unless I get a new tattoo of detail on me but I could tell my hair had gotten shorter. Those were the problems people saw, but I had many more inside.
    It has been almost three months and Sorrow's desk is still empty. The teacher doesn't believe she is dead so he keeps her desk full of her items. It is very depressing to see every day her desk empty, no laughs no big smile and no Sorrow. Some kids can't even look over at that side of the class room. I never really knew her too well, well except for in school. Once I had seen her with her parents and they were yelling at her, that was the only time I ever saw them and the only time I saw her cry. She always had a big smile on but she kept to her self and when she started taking the bus the huge smile act would fade away. Then one day Sorrow didn't smile. Then the teacher found out that it was just her parents funeral. Then I found out that the people that had yelled at her were her new foster parents. I wanted to tell some one but that same day she came up to me and begged me not to say a word, I guess she saw me that day. That was the first day I saw that she needed a friend. She became my friend but never really opened up and trusted me, I couldn't blame her if I just had lost my parents. That is why when she went missing it hurt me the most, especially since I saw her fade away. I am thous kids that can't look over at her desk with out crying I am thous kids that cry about her but I am the only kid that her crying, on my shoulder.
    I got off the bus and felt light headed. Then I started to wobble back and forth. Then I started to fall, but when I landed I was some were else. I was in the living room of some one's house. There no light in the room. It was late at night. I got up at started walking towards the door but then I saw light from the street lights and the door was open, I saw a figure in front of the door. I fell down and hid behind the couch.
    Once I opened the door I wanted to start cry, but then I heard a thump and then nothing. I quickly shut the door and quietly said " I know you're in here." I didn't know who I was talking to or what, but I knew they were hiding behind the couch. I started walking towards it with my fist ready. I was two feet away when the figure attacked me. They pinned me to the ground and then looked at me. It was Jo! We both said each others names out loud at the same time. Then Jo jumped up and said " Sorrow I can't believe it's you, I thought you were dead every one did. How did you get here..." Then He looked out the window and asked "were is here?" I shrugged my shoulders and said " I will tell you the whole story tomorrow, the sun is coming up soon." He looked at me with confused eyes as I said "If you trust me then we can both make it together. If not, It will be a hard winter."
    In my dreams I could see there was a new face. I prayed that it was a friend not a foe because she was becoming friendly and I didn't want her whole heart to get crushed, again.