Akaisha woke from her nightmare. She had sworn at the age of nine that she would find that man that did this to her and kill him with her bare hands. Every day, she went through the mundane activities of her day-to-day life. Feeding her pit bull, Blue, going to work at the television station, then out to pound the streets searching for that horrible man that did this to her, and finally home again to start the process all over again. The friends she had once known never entered her life again. She had done everything she could to push people away. And having been more comfortable with animals than people, it was an even trade-off. Blue ran up to her, pouncing on top of Akaisha, knocking her down. The wet, slippery tongue licked all over her face. “Ha, ha, ha, get down Blue. I have to go to work now.” She attempted to push the big dog off her and failed. “Who’s a good girl? Who’s my good girl?” Her cajoling only riled Blue up even further. Blue gave her one last lick before getting off

Akaisha paced back and forth outside of the hospital room, nervously chewing on her thumb. The cat carrier rested inside the room with her kitty mewing softly. Mahima was still unconscious from her fall, with no signs of waking up. Many of the nurses fretted over their favorite star being in a coma. Akaisha, on the other hand, had hoped none of the other news stations reported the incident. Half of them respected her as a journalist, the others were not so much for her attitude. Left up to her own thoughts, she wondered how did Mahima fall. How did she hurt herself from the fall? The trajectory and speed weren’t enough to do this to her. Just as she continued to think about it. ‘Is that woman crazy?’ The unknown voice flitted through her mind. The random thought caused her to look around her surroundings. She caught the eye of a wary nurse, looking at her with disdain. She was one of the fans concerned about Mahima. ‘What does she have that I don't have?’ Akaisha’s face twisted in co

Akaisha ended the call with Dave on a peaceful note. Which is surprising. Sometimes he made her feel annoyed. She hadn't wondered how he knew about her being in the hospital too, no matter how brief it was. There was a time she had felt that he liked her more than a coworker, but then one day that feeling was gone. It was as if they wiped the notion from his head. It didn’t bother her that the feelings vanished. A part of her thought to ask, but she didn't care to have any romantic entanglements with anyone. She finished drying off and got ready for bed. The cool satin sheets felt nice against my skin. Blue jumped on the bed right behind her. She dug her nails into the bed, scritching and scratching against the sheets until it was soft under her paws. “Blue? Are you finished?” She looked up and scratched again. ‘Not yet. Just … about… done..’ She finally laid down. Akaisha rubbed between her ears. Then the two of them fell asleep. The next day was gloomy. It was because of the dark c

Blue pranced to the car. When Akaisha opened the door, she eagerly sat in the front seat. Her head plastered to the window, looking out. A tongue print had formed on the glass. Where are we going? Isn’t some place fun? Where? Where? Where? Akaisha wanted to open the window, but now wasn’t the best time. Her windows had the darkest tint. It was hard to see who was inside. In her panic, Akaisha bolted from the restaurant. Leaving Dave there. She hadn't eaten all day. This wasn’t the best decision. “Blue settled down, girl. We’re going for a drive.” Blue turned in a circle a few times in the seat before she laid down on to relax. Her head rested against her front paws as her body curled in itself. Akaisha reached over to press the different stations to find something soothing when she heard the emergency alert system going off. The static of the radio caused Blue to lift her head. “Attention! Attention. Police are looking for an armed female. Believed to have taken out armed suspects.

Professor Mozart kept driving down the road before he reached an area that seemed the same as everything else they had passed by. Same mountains. Same rocks. Same everything. The silence in the car was deafening. Neither spoke to the other. He knew in his heart that once he told her everything, she would have understood what was going on. She would want to help him. He didn't need to resort to shameful tactics. If she didn’t understand, then he was proud of using her trash father’s face as a way to get closer to her. It was better for him to have every potential outcome known to him. So that he could have a plan for it. If it came down to her rejecting him. What could he do or say to get her to help him with this mess he unwittingly made? That mistake was surprisingly hostile towards him. They arrived at a seemingly normal patch of mountains. The only difference in front of them was the two cacti. The arms on them made it appear as a goal post. He pressed a special button on the car t