Christine slowly made her way out of the house, took her awhile to find the right door. She left the mansion and slowly made her way up to the quiet and peaceful forest. Sinking down into the soil and dug her head into her arm and wept. She was lost. Alone. (though she didnt wanna admit it ) Scared. Not a soul left on this world knew her. Keefe kinda did but they never shared real deep thoughtd, it was usually ground level. She ignored the birds she onced marveled and paid no attention to the ever pressing clouds. She let out a sharp cry when it began to rain. It felt colder than usual mimicking her soul.

After spending a couple of minutes out in the rain she walked back towards the mansion, dripping. She wrung her hair out and sat down beside the door. She didnt wanna mess everything with the water and Keefe was most likely resting so she'd just have to wait.

:My aunts never loved me, I was worth only what I could bring in for them: "Ahhhh...I cant let these thoughts get to me" she shook her head and pressed her hands up to her ears, as if in pain. She was in pain, a pain that hurt so much it stopped hurting.

Christine sighed, "cant control weather" she didnt say anything more. She feared words would come out that she didnt mean to. She walked towards a door that looked to be a bathroom and opened it, she was right. She dried her hair and tried drying her clothes as much as possible but it didnt quite work and walked back out keeping clear of anything breakable. She was in the mood of smashing things on the ground for no reason, just pure anger. Randomly words started flowling from her lips and she couldnt stop them "Keefe, i think we really need to talk, and I'll go first" she paused and knew she sounded dumb but she didnt care, if they were to survive they would need to communicate and hear eachother out, "where to start....... as you could most likely know my Aunt is a terror. She would umm.... abuse me emotionally, nothing like what you had to deal with but it still hurt...." it felt good to finally let someone know how she felt, she was ready to leave at any moment when Keefe felt uncomfortable in her sharing, "I...I... have.... um... nightmares from the experience my Aunt gave me and I can't control them... it hurts..." she added very quietly, "I'm sorry for putting that on you, i'm a fool, i can leave".

Keefe stepped out of the way and watched her walk away before rubbing a hand over his bruised face with a small sigh. He had to do a bunch of things, yet he didn't want to move. For some reason a slightly sad thought came up. He'd have to take a shower very soon. That would hurt. Water pouring down over fresh wounds. Eugh. He limped over to the couch and sat down with a wince of pain, then glanced up as Christine returned and started hurriedly speaking. His eyes grew slightly sorrowful at her words. "For one, you're not a fool. For two, don't leave- I understand. That must be horrible- no, that is horrible, and I know the feeling. I'm really sorry for you and I wish - well, I wish I could just make all the pain go away for everyone. It hurts me much more to see you in pain then to be in pain myself. I... well... I have nightmares too, and I always try to hide everything but it gets really hard sometimes. You know. I guess..." He paused and glanced at the floor. "We just need to move on. Someday it'll all leave. You're free. I'm free. You should try and go live a normal life. I know there are plenty of people out there that would leet you and realize you're just as sweet and awesome as I know you are."

Christine stood there, her heart racing a million miles an hour. Could it be? Could someone help her patch up a messy life? She slowly walked over to the couch running her fingers along the perfect stitching. -I'm not gonna open up anymore- she had made up her mind, it was too dangerous. She trusted Keefe, even though she barley knew him, but also knew that cameras would pick up anything she said and she didnt want her whole life leaked out. People around these areas were quite unpleasent. She quietly sat down not making a single sound, the air was still, too still. She didnt like it. The thoughts flowed from her head and the quietness made it seem she had said everything that she was thinking.

Her aunts voice just wouldnt leave, it was stuck there, everything she tried only made it worse. She quickly clasped her eyes with her hands getting rid of any memory, she wanted to forget everything. She opened her eyes slowly and realised that she was still at Keefe's house. "I'm terribly sorry" she stammered, she was living in hell again, but this time the world around her was at peace and she was raging inside.

She stared at Keefe, he was taking things rather well.

-Here i thought I needed help but Keefe... He's just lost both his parents and now suffering from terrible pain....What am i doing? Get it together Chris- She breathed out slowly and looked towards Keefe letting a small but meaningful smile escape.

Keefe let out a low sigh, feeling kind of stabbed in the back when he tried to help and Christine didn't respond. He closed his eyes, trying to push the dizziness away, his brain swirling a million directions at once. He'd be fine. He'd be fine. He'd be fine. He was just shot in the leg and beat up a little. It wasn't that bad. He kept telling himself that to hopefully make himself believe it. However, he needed to stop worrying about himself and help Christine as much as he could. When she spoke he glanced over, a little confused. "Sorry for.. what, exactly?" He inquired quietly, raking a rand roughly through his hair. He wished he didn't have a brain right about now. It was wandering all over into things he didn't want to think about, and things that were best forgotten. Bringing up more pain, from different times. More pain. So much more pain. He grit his teeth and dropped his head for a second. Even though it was all in his head he could almost feel the whip slicing through his skin. Or his bones shattering. Keefe shuddered slightly before steeling himself and looking back up.

Christine shifted on her foot back and forth, she was uncomfortable. The air seemed to weigh down on her chest and she felt as though she couldnt breathe. -I need air, but i cant leave Keefe here- she gulped staying as still as possible. Her body started shaking -panic attack- she grumbled. Slowly she reached into her pockets and drew in small nourishing breaths, letting her lungs take in as much as wanted. She smiled and said, "I'm always sorry for everything and nothing at the same time" she fiddled with her thumb and looked out toward the window. Life was so simple back then. So simple

Keefe watched her carefully for as long as he could keep his head up, which honestly wasn't that long. "You don't need to stay right here with me. I've been alone quite a bit before." He offered a weak smile, breathing slowly to fight the dizziness that tried to take over even when he was just sitting. He could tell Christine was uncomfortable and unhappy. "I have stuff to do anyway.. " He added quietly, gritting his teeth as he shoved himself off the couch and into the air. The wall of dizziness was so strong at first he swayed sideways precariously, but managed to catch himself on the side of the couch and wait until he could see straight. Keefe shook his head slightly and, using the walls, limped heavily back, towards the temporary room he'd be using.

She looked up and flew out the door. Her whole life was about running away from issues, terrible way to live, but she couldnt stop it. She ran for as long as her tightening chect would take her, which wasnt that far, and collapsed, miserable. Just before she flew out that door she was gonna open up but running away seemed like more of a solution, but no, she just had to ruin the moment, again. Christine curled up into a little ball and sank into a dark mind set. She was sad, angry, annoyed. How could one's life change so much in a blink of an eye? Oh and not only that but it seemed that Keefe was taking things so well, a little to well. -He must be hiding something, I mean how could one person go through all that and not feel the slight bit depressed- of course her thoughts never crossed that he might be feeling all those thing but was hiding it quite well, in her "family" if you had emotions you let them out any chance you got. Which was the reason why Christine was expressing all this. So far all she had really been thinking about was herself. -I've got life so bad. My life's the worst. Nobody could help me. - When really she needed to think about someone else for once, someone who faced the same pain she had, someone who could maybe help her overcome this pain. Sinking into the ground she pulled her hands up to her head and rocked herself. Keefe had it hard to..."For once i need to stop thinking about myself and actually live in this moment and look for possibilties" she proclaimed standing up fast, ignoring the present truth that this was like the 100th time she had thought of the same thing over and over again and still did nothing. She looked around for clues of where she was and soon figured it out. She turned around and walked slowly back to the mansion, somewhat quite embarrsed and somewhat relieved. She followed the now familiar path and entered into the beautiful doors, she walked around the gloomy mansion slowly calling out Keefe's name as she went, "Keefe, you there?" she paused for a moment listening for any noise and conitued "I'm really sorry for all that nonsense, I have no idea what has come upon me.."

Keefe made it to the room, quite surprisingly, and sagged against the bed once he was there. He let himself sink into it with a groan of pain, staring at the ceiling with glazed eyes. Sometimes, like right now, he just wanted to fade away. To fall asleep and never wake up. The world would forget about him easily and probably be a better place without him. No one needed him or cared about him here- why hadn't he left yet? What thing was keeping him here, now? He knew the answer, but he didn't want to acknowledge it, because he also knew she didn't want to be around him. The way she had ran out... why had she even stuck near him the slightest bit at all. At least she had left now. Probably better for the both of them, but it felt like it was squeezing his heart, breaking it slowly. Keefe curled up and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pain. He didn't deserve to be near Christine anyway. His whole life was just pain and misery now- he didn't even know if she was a strong enough pull to stay anymore. She had left, like he expected, so he could just... leave. And never return. Never have to see this bloody mansion again. Never have to see the town he had struggled through living in. He needed a new life. It was pitiful that he was an adult, yet he was sitting here like a child, tears trying to leak out, thinking these thoughts. He was so immature and silly. Keefe dropped his head even lower, his face twisted with pain and grief. Why did he have to live like this? And there he went again, thinking about himself. That was why he'd never be anything. Faintly, he heard a soft voice calling what sounded like his name. Which was utterly shocking, because he thought she had left for good. He used the last bit of strength he had to drag himself upright and to the door, spotting her only a little ways away. "Why are you sorry? I don't recall any nonsense or any reason to be sorry." He said quietly, limping a little ways out to be a little closer to her.