"People of course blindly believed the 'saint' and I began being segregated by people. I attempted suicide three times and was then taken to a rehabilitation center. Where I wasted away three good years of my life.    Note, I was just 17 when all this began! I was let out when I was 20! It was a year after my release and I was still trying to settle down and pick up the pieces of my broken life when I heard Donald, whose dad has sent out of the country was coming back to town with his pregnant wife! " she pauses and anger takes over me. How could men be so cruel!   Anger begins to boil in the depths of my stomach and suddenly I begin to react to the cold around me. Like I've said once before, my body is very sensitive to cold, hence my current mild shivering. Madre begins to speak again and warmth slowly creeps onto my cold body and I relax and lean further into the comforting warmth around me.   "He was coming on a

 Halloween!? Halloween is on the last day of October! I got here on my birthday which is March 3rd. ~so I've spent eight months here!? Gabby notices the look on my face.  "What's wrong sis? " she questions "It's been 8 months. " I manage to mutter "It's been three years," she replies placing her hand on my shoulder and I get her point.  The preparation for Halloween here actually beat my expectations. We were made to make lists of what we want, what we want to give, who we want to dress up as or what we need to make our costumes and so much more.  I chose to be red riding hood, Gabby chose to dress as Mulan. She says it makes her feel stronger. Tori chose to dress as a zombie and Rachel was bold enough to dress as MADRE!!  Halloween finally came and Desmond is dressed in black. A black shirt, trouser, has his hair properly gel

 I had been down all day as I realized I just turned 20 today without my family there by me to celebrate me nor congratulate me. I just became a full woman and my mom isn't even here to share this big day with me.  I had turned another big page in my life with yet an even bigger page missing.  It's noon and I'm still wrapped up in myself when Gabby approaches me;"Hey birthday girl, someone said to tell you to meet him at the second spot. " I don't need anything to know the 'someone' is Desmond and the 'second spot' is his little cabin.  I can't help but smile at myself as memories of when I met him there playback in my head.  "Hmmm. Someone's blushing" Gabby coos in my ear drawing me back to earth and I stump her foot.  "No, I'm not! " I reply "Ouch!" She whines "Okay, but you don't have to be

  Sonias POV;.   My jaw drops as Desmond says these words to me. His words flow out his mouth like pure water straight into my crumpled heart.    'You are a perfect work of art done on the purest canvas, with the finest brushes, exquisite color choices, and by the master himself.' His words keep playing in my head as I stare into his deep brown eyes. No one has ever said something like that to me.    His gaze remains glued on mine and I can't help the heat I feet crawl up my neck and into my cheek. He flashes a smile at me and takes my hand releasing it from its position over my chest.    I obediently follow as he leads me to the table. He pushes a plate made of wood to me and on it lay ball-like things that look brownish.    "What is this? " I quiz in confusion as I stare at him.    "Apples and mangos," he replies lookin

 "You take that back right this ins... " I begin to scream at Desmond when I am cut off by someone.  "Hey" A feminine voice cuts. Desmond and I look up to find a girl and a boy. The pretty girl is dressed as Hermione from Harry potter and the boy is dressed as Harry Potter himself. They both look to be in the same age group as I.  I look over at Desmond only to find a dead, cold scowl on his face. "Hi" I reply when I realize Desmond won't say a thing.  "I'm Dana Livingstone" the girl informs  "And I'm Timothy Goodwin" the boy adds "Oh... I'm Sonia. " I reply and Desmond stares at me.  "Oh, we know who you are. You're Sonia and he's Desmond. " the girl replies pointing her fingers at Desmond.  "Nice to meet you. " I reply as I know not how to react to these strangers. &nb