And I raise my head and stare into the eyes of a stranger
I've always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away from the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what lies behind the stare
Again, she had come to regret caring for someone. It didn?t last, it never does. No matter how much you can care about someone, they end up leaving. Sure it was for the best, The hunters had to split their attention, and anyone that got too close was eliminated. She knew he was in the shadows, but the distance ?
It was best she stood on her own two feet. The supplies and data they had raided had gone a long way to getting SD pissed. Still, she was walking a thin line. Her supply of the Serum was starting to run dangerously low.
She had moved out on her own to get some space and clear her head. She knew it was a futile effort, though he seemed to be pre-occupied. Her life expectancy was shortened now with the limited supply of the serum. The information she had grabbed told her how long before the withdrawal became debilitating? then deadly.
She had to move and fast. She needed to find someone that could replicate the serum or even find a way to lessen the effects of the withdrawal. She had 6 months?
There was a hiss from the hypo spray as she shot up her next dose. She closed her eyes and wanted to scream and rage?
Or cry.
She would be 22 soon and had a sheet to rival most serial killers. All she wanted was to be left alone? or to mean something to someone. As it stood, she had no one she could rely on.
She took a deep breath, waiting for the pain of the withdrawal to lessen. She nearly waited too long this time. She wanted to die. Instead she reached for the damn hypo like it was gold or something. She was weak?
She was tired?
She pulled on the leather gauntlet that would hide the track marks. The serum flowed through her veins like ice water quenching a roaring fire. She looked in mirror and saw those haunted glacial ice staring back. The sounds of glass breaking as she slammed her fist into the mirror. She looked down at her bleeding hand, and wept?
Curling up on the floor in the bathroom, she poured her misery into those tears. She didn?t care that her hand was bleeding or that she was surrounded by glass. She hated what she saw? The pain, the craving?
How many times must I live this tragedy?
How many more lies will they tell me?
All I want is the same as everyone,
Why am I here, and for how long?
(Lyrics from "Eyes of a Stranger" Queensryche)
I've always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away from the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what lies behind the stare
Again, she had come to regret caring for someone. It didn?t last, it never does. No matter how much you can care about someone, they end up leaving. Sure it was for the best, The hunters had to split their attention, and anyone that got too close was eliminated. She knew he was in the shadows, but the distance ?
It was best she stood on her own two feet. The supplies and data they had raided had gone a long way to getting SD pissed. Still, she was walking a thin line. Her supply of the Serum was starting to run dangerously low.
She had moved out on her own to get some space and clear her head. She knew it was a futile effort, though he seemed to be pre-occupied. Her life expectancy was shortened now with the limited supply of the serum. The information she had grabbed told her how long before the withdrawal became debilitating? then deadly.
She had to move and fast. She needed to find someone that could replicate the serum or even find a way to lessen the effects of the withdrawal. She had 6 months?
There was a hiss from the hypo spray as she shot up her next dose. She closed her eyes and wanted to scream and rage?
Or cry.
She would be 22 soon and had a sheet to rival most serial killers. All she wanted was to be left alone? or to mean something to someone. As it stood, she had no one she could rely on.
She took a deep breath, waiting for the pain of the withdrawal to lessen. She nearly waited too long this time. She wanted to die. Instead she reached for the damn hypo like it was gold or something. She was weak?
She was tired?
She pulled on the leather gauntlet that would hide the track marks. The serum flowed through her veins like ice water quenching a roaring fire. She looked in mirror and saw those haunted glacial ice staring back. The sounds of glass breaking as she slammed her fist into the mirror. She looked down at her bleeding hand, and wept?
Curling up on the floor in the bathroom, she poured her misery into those tears. She didn?t care that her hand was bleeding or that she was surrounded by glass. She hated what she saw? The pain, the craving?
How many times must I live this tragedy?
How many more lies will they tell me?
All I want is the same as everyone,
Why am I here, and for how long?
(Lyrics from "Eyes of a Stranger" Queensryche)