Sweet Misery Love Company V2--Chapter 3

Hey there! Hi there! This is Katherine Donovan and here is another chapter of SMLC so let us proceed, ya ya! Enjoy. --KatDon 

Chapter 3: Wicked Phantom Street 

Previously…Leaders tend to lie and go back on promises, so it’s important to know who the enemy really is. So Jesse encourages violent resistance against any establishment they find oppressive. Using violence is a way you can fight the enemy, they need to get violent and fight back. Obeying the law is seen as honorable, but the people is sick of being oppressed by the conservative laws of the new laws of the city. An effigy is a representation of a specific person in the form of sculpture or some other three-dimensional medium. The leader isn’t acting like a president should and more like a hollow shell of a president. The vast majority of the people are suffering and they need to stop it. Keeping quiet about injustices is no help in fighting those injustices! They want to assemble the mean and violent streaks within them. People will protest against how the government manipulates us the way it is more convenient for them. Jesse and Rebecca are revolting against leadership that regards you as inferior and doesn’t see the need to be honest towards everyone. Leaders and influential people try to swindle others into siding with them so everyone think that are working toward what people want but actually they are working towards what they want while they get screwed over in the process. In the meantime; Rebecca is hurt, depressed, upset and sad. She is considered small; She’s sick of bad love, cutting and she wants to stop. Her blood is surging because she’s angry and upset. And if she does that she will find herself in the madness because she turned away from her beliefs. She is probably not welcome at home anymore because of her lifestyle and the changes to insanity. How Rebecca’s inner self wants her to return from the drugs they are suppressed in. She was abandoned by both the lying politicians and the divine powers that supposedly should save her. She just found out about this life style. The thing is, people have known about this and lived like this for a very long time. There are a lot of tragedies in the world and some people claim to be helpful but they’re deceptive and misleading. Life-coaches are  full of crap. There are no reason for some of the things these deceptive people do. Rebecca isn’t an all good person. She has a junkie, treasonous side to her but also a side that wants to help and make the world a better place. Cutting is her getaway and it makes her cry mascara tears. She keeps walking even though she’s in pain and she keeps doing things that can be dangerous and things she isn’t allowed to do. She has quit everything associated with belief of a high powered savior. She isn't so special like her sister, Grace. Grace is the good sister and Rebecca is the bad. They’re opposites. She misses her home and it was her choice to leave, so social services could take care of her. Just then; Jesse found Stephanie’s diary where she used to be under the name ‘Halsey’ at the time with a surprising reputation:

Dear Diary, 

I have finally found success! But I'm stressed and scared, I don't think this is exactly what I was looking for. On drugs and alcohol; once I signed the contract of my first label, this is it...It was going to change. But thoughts in my head are absented of my head whenever this was going according to plan. As a teenager growing up, I wanted to be famous; pursuing my love for music. My family, friends, and teachers doubted my unrealistic yet ambitious dreams; saying it will never happen. That's what adults do, nagging at you what your life want to be. However, I chose not to listen, so all to those who ground me--I made it! And you know what? Eat my shorts, get bent. It shouldn't be my problem that other people cannot seem to agree with me...Hell! It's my life if I should be allow to live as I see fit. More than the usual need to succeed, people have been saying I'm a greedy person for success. They think I'm overbearing in the work I put in out there. It is not nobody else's business to tell me what I want to do. As I stated before, it's my life! No one can stop me from doing what I want to do. People have been judging me, discussing about my problems in an irrelevant manner. I warn them to not be concerning around me of what I do. Leave me be! I can handle this on my own, without criticism. 

I mean, I want success but I'm so unhappy in the state that I'm in. It's quite cliche that once all your dreams come true and get the fame you desired, you are left alone with riches, feeling totally unfulfilled. In my 'average life', I hated it! I'd always dreamt of being famous, making it big. So here I am! But I ask myself whether living in a so-called normal yet unnoticed life is OK or not. Do I need to pretend to be someone I'm not? Do I need to pose to all people who had ever doubted me? Am I Satisfied? 


Dear Diary, 

I can't keep my mind on things for long, I can't feel anything or be myself. I really hope this is worth it. My obsession with being a star is making me lose touch with my priorities, I fooled myself into thinking it was the only way to achieve my dreams. I don't feel like I can change, I'm starting to open up when I've been silent my whole life. I don't want to show any weaknesses I have, I'm so overwhelmed with sadness, I feel like I can't yell loud enough! I pushed so many people away from me, that nobody is there to simply help me. I feel like I'm not worthy enough to have friends, or any lovers. Because I'll hurt them in the end, and I don't want them to think I'm so greedy. I feel so empty; no matter how far I'll go, I'm not satisfied. I'm always searching for more and wondering why I can't be happy with what I have. I feel that I've been given a fair trade...For stardom; I am trading in my happy life I once had. 

I'd looked for happiness. Success. I'm missing that. Through all this, I am terrified of true success and stardom. I know some artists and famous people have come crashing down at some point with no warning, and their careers died down. They become pitiful, useless lighters. 


Dear Diary, 

Being famous is the American dream, at least that's what some say. So to speak, people now a days from their own countries have come to this country. There are some people that want the American dream so badly. I'd asked them why they want this, and they say to me that they do not want to be in a bar every night. They want to meet the 'perfect guy' and become some sort of fame wife. People would do anything to achieve their vision of their dreams. They search for it but it's all lie, because it won't be so great as they think. It has been romanticized and it's a golden fabric. Trust me, been there. Done that. Want to know what's funny? One guy, a security guard actually, mistaken me for an actress and then a singer but I told him who I really was. People are so brainwashed with the whole concept of the American Dream to care for their intellect that their minds are filled with things fluffy and inoffensive. 

A girl's American life is not as wonderful as a movie scene as she imagines, I believe it's stereotypical. It's exaggerating with romance and passion so Hollywood is blamed. Let's be real, America is a place that everyone wants to be in right? Although it's not perfect, I am so obsessed with it. How could I? It's so glamorous here! 



Dear Diary, 

I'm a temperamental person with an inflated view of my own talent and importance. I want everything, I need everything...Literally! I can't help but be egoistical. It's all in my personality. I have to deal with every aspect of it all, good and bad. In my eyes, I did nothing wrong,  it's simply everyone who is wrong. After all the things I put you through, they still keep coming back. Get down on both knees, begging for me to say 'yes'. Primadonnas are actresses, I don't care about the consequences. I'm aware of being a diva, but I don't see anything wrong with that. Even though I live in such a pompous lifestyle; underneath my ego is a girl who is genuinely struggling with myself. Life isn't necessarily a breeze when you're a primadonna girl. I don't want people's attention, I want their attention to have, to be adore you know. Pick a personality for free if I feel like nobody, boys love me I can't help it. I adore this feeling. All I gotta do is butter up and pop that pretty question. I have my privileges. My life is dreamy and glamorous, like being onstage. I absolutely love it. 

Tantrums to me are small matters, primadonna have their successes & failures but I crave for success. As long as I get the power, I'm willing to do anything. Even when the lights dim down, I continue to spin around for the attention of others. 

I'm a Primadonna Girl, get over it! 



Dear Diary, 

I am turning this entry into an instruction manual, I call it--How to Be a Heartbreaker. Cool huh?

The first rule is to have fun with your 'boytoy' but when you're done having fun; be sure to leave him before he leaves you. I mean, I don't want to be the one heartbroken afterwards. The second rule is to not get so attached to someone who can walk out of your life. Because they could do that to you exactly and leave you broken in the dust. A third rule is don't let your heart be easy to grab because it could be taken advantage of. And fourth, also last, is that you gotta look sweet and innocent so he won't know what's coming for him. Keep him wanted you, even if he could resist me anyways. Boys will be boys, they always like a little adventure in a girl of a relationship. When I break his heart, this guy will realize he's falling in love with me. Someone he has never really know. This guy, I'm not letting him that easily. I have a hard shell, I won't break so easily myself. They'll think I'm being wholeheartedly sincere when I say I love them. Even when I'm not. Boys like a bad girl, but there's a loophole to break this contract. 

The reason I wrote this is because girls are being taken advantage of so easily. They don't know who to trust, especially me. Now all I've got to do is be the 'player' for a girl who will do anything to risk my heart not being broken again like it was before. It's better to fake love than in a relationship, in love, and getting broken over and over again. 


Dear Diary, 

My man gives a little of himself to me. And I give everything of me to him. I open up to him emotionally and physically but he keeps 'frozen' and heartless towards me. He maybe good on the eye, however he doesn't have a deeper meaning to him. He doesn't have deep thoughts, where he can just open up and talk to me. He thinks he's so clever to make me love him, and then he'll try to leave me. But I won't let him. He's cute, but he's not sexy enough to break my heart. Power and control....One person always want to have the upper hand in a relationship, it's somewhat similar to who would wear the pants in this so called romance. Women and men are intrinsically equal when their in a relationship. They are more of creating equality. Unfortunately, that's not how the game is played. Someone who always has to assert dominance. Whoever loses, the other will only want to get back at them next time. It seems to be a crime, really. Just to be a little submissive to one another. Relationships will always be a competitive sport, to see who can get the upper hand and control. I am only, I need to show emotion. A vulnerability doesn't mean I should be labeled as a weakling. 

I will be the downfall of his ways. I'm tired of being the one in controlled of relationships because it has been this way. I have to fight for my peace, right? It's all in the power and in the control. 


Dear Diary, 

Message to all girls; stop living off that quote and don't put idols too high on pedestal. In my dreams, I am the happiest in this world of my own. I have the life I've always wanted. All my problems have disappeared. I don't live in reality, I spent my time dreaming of what could be in my own make believe land. I have the American Dream but people in Hollywood suck! I once admire these people however I'm putting them down because they are no longer used to me. I tuned out of reality, I live in myself created fantasy. I have fun in my dreams at night than in the cold light of day. It seems people in Hollywood are soulless and the only way for them to accept me as their own is if I lose my own soul too. Behind the smiling divas; they also had troubles too. They had fears, depression, and could overdose badly. 


Dear Diary, 

I wish I was a blonde. I had a rough time and didn't do anything to deserve it. I wish I could go back to my teen years, where I can worry about pretty things and be rebellious. I wish I wasn't such a good girl, because I missed out out on a lot of fun. I wanna check myself out, I want drama, carnage, and to eat fattening desserts. And not be so transparent as I was before. I want to be nice looking to get some people to think I'm a loose girl. I got myself in a bad relationship where someone took advantage of me. I wanna get hammered, I wish I wasn't so careful! I don't want to be considered an angel because I never was like that all the time. I rather puke to obtain that 'perfect' image. I wish I wasn't in love with myself a lott. I'm afraid...Afraid of dying alone. I was incredibly disoriented. I didn't know how to enjoy my teen years, I was supposed to test my limits but honestly, I didn't accomplish that. I regret on doing stupid things, youth is supposed to be a carefree time of happiness and full of friends right? I wish I was respected, invited to cool parties. I wish I was popular enough to be voted prom queen. Instead of being religious ad reading these bibles; I feel like killing myself. All my years were wasted away, because I didn't make anything out of it. I lied saying that how my life was sweeter, nicer but it was all a big, dramatic fib. Here I am, all of this gives me a good sense of how it feels to be alive. Even though I didn't change so much, I thought I wanted to died as a minor but afterwards I suddenly realize I am alive. 


Dear Diary, 

There's a story that I kept inside of me and I like to write this down: 

A guy saw no light in his life. He only saw darkness and gloominess. He thought he saw light in me. He thought immediately that he loved me. But I don't love him back, I don't want to be owned by him. I want to be free. He destroyed the light of hope inside himself, while looking for my hope. We don't own what makes up happy, we only own what makes us sad. I'm not his to keep, I'm not his so-called heaven. If he doesn't know that by now, than he doesn't know me that very well. Still I've been alone and sad. The things that are supposed to make me feel better, they don't. I did everything in my life to be good, I don't think he really knows me, he thinks he does but no. Because if he knew the really me, than he would see that I'm a free spirit. Though he keeps trying to find the light that I don't have. He keeps trying to have someone to keep when they are meant to be free. Once you do something, it's said and done. When you hurt the person in all the money in the world, but it wouldn't change what you did that person. Or how they feel about you. No matter how hard he tries. How much he tries, he can't and he remains the same. He tries to understand me why he can't keep me, he'll never understand me. 

I stayed single all this time in the name of preserving my innocence, because I'm only entering a relationship and get my heart broken in two. There's nothing I can do to change him. He constantly falling for girls: They go out but then the love dies out. No matter how hard he tries, I will not belong to him, I'm meant to be free. Yes, I understand now. I said this once, there is nothing I could do to change him.

Just then, Jesse begins to pick up memories from afar that are in the present time: Ah, what a pretty one! She’s give you time to make your motor run. She’s got supermodel-like legs; she has a slender but impossibly hourglass figure and large breasts. Her assets cause boys to have such a desirable attraction for her; it drives all the guys wild! She’s an attraction babe who walks around in a tank top and shorty shorts. She has long blonde hair like a river of gold. Her ample bosom and cleavage is shown as her skin is so perfect!  Her lips are puckered voluptuously. She comes off as a nymphomaniac however this bombshell has a mindful set unlike the stereotypical negligence beauties out there! This curvy blond angel was different from the rest. Her name is Sharona Teague, friends called her ‘Sharon’. Sharon is different; she’s a graduated high schooler who is around 18 years old. Down the halls of a building; Sharon moves through the crowd in a daze and kept herself entertained by making her fingers as legs for her hand to walk along the sides near the sun-rayed windows. Beautifully dazed Sharon was a curious case who seems like a bottle blonde that is conned. The only person that conned her was her father who had infringed her! Oh how she was ruined as a child, but how she remained strong on the surface. Dear Sharona, she’s going to go far! She had a rough life with Daddy-kins issues and broke ties but even if she continues burly. Sharon fears her father, still he can’t hurt her however she is afraid of the nightmares. Sharon always daydreamed ever since she was little; teachers thought she was slow yet delirious while she was home alone as she peered at the reflection with a sideways glance. She always uses the sideways glance in a humorously eccentric way. It was then one day she and her mother were downtown, when Sharon was standing over an air vent. Sharon was also wearing a dress when the air turned on, making her skirt rise up but Sharon pushes her dress down so no one would see her underwear. The air vent stopped blowing the air out but she caught the eye of a bespectled boy in his late teens and in a suit. He was staring at Sharon, who stares back. It felt like they were the only ones in the world while everyone else disappeared in the background. Then, Sharon was pounced by mutated lizards that were on top of her, it wasn’t until that glasses boy saved her by shooting the lizards with bullets that cause these reptilian monsters. Sharon was covered in cuts and saw the boy was gone! She was taken to the medics after her mother found her. Sharon tried to tell her mother about the lizards and the boy however her mother didn’t believe her. It was then Sharon ran into that boy again whose name was Dexter Natale. Dexter saves her again when more human sized reptiles came to attack however Sharon and Dexter were rescued by Michael who brought a familiar face by the name of Katherine Donovan. After work; Sharon was driving home when she noticed a car following her; she didn’t know who it was. She begins to drive faster but so did the vehicle behind her! She got scared, confused and tries to make turns! She stopped and so did the car, the driver turned out to be Dexter who told her that the reptilian monster was in the back of her car who tries to overpower Sharon but Dexter managed to use his car’s high beams that shone brightly previously. The reptile mutant spring until Dexter shot him. Then, Sharon and Dexter ran away on their feet where they were being chased as Sharon clinged onto Dexter. Dexter blushed a little as he remains his composure. The two of them managed to escape until the lizard monsters seize upon Sharon as their lecherous tongues moved across their lipless mouths and onto Sharon’s skin. Sharon shuddered in horror until Dexter shot the lizards, he wasn’t strong in brawn but boy he took them out with a bang. He shot them so much full of lead that Sharon was covered in lizard blood! Dexter managed to get back to his headquarters as Sharon was taken to the showers where she managed to wash and scrub herself. She was dressed in other clothes and escorted back to her car where Sharon thanked him for all her help. When she got home, Sharon managed to make up an excuse to her anxious mother and kept Dexter as well as the lizard monsters a secret. The next day; the radio alarm clock blared with a crazy man's voice: "Listen up! Get off your asses, tune in, and fight evil. It's 109 temperature is what it feels like down here! And don't worry; I’ll be everything you need. I'll make you better and pick you up again, I'll be there to watch over them and provide escape and protection. My main ambition is to supply the public minority, doesn’t care about what happens in the aftermath of the events soon to take place. The outcome is inevitable an cannot be changed unless you fight harder. Make a difference, fight for what you want, and get noticed!" Alarm clock is slammed, waking up is Dexter. His uniform is a suit of white shirt and a blackish blue blazer! Dexter is a thoughtful and nice person who is considered a bit of a wimp. In his lifestyle; Dexter had a lot of people criticizing him, but was blown them off but deep within him it made him question things. He never really cared what other people said or thought of him, whether it was good or bad he was always going to do what he wanted, however he did alludes to him actually being insecure at times but then he realizes what others say really doesn’t matter and so goes back to not caring about it. He is different and a lot of people reject it because they don’t open their minds and ears and actually listen to his ideals. He’s been through so many tough situations and nobody can understand why he is the way he is. He resisted the ideal of carnal desires, narcotics, and materialism. Because those sorts of things don’t have a lot of depth to him. Dexter is a nice guy who treats women with respect, and dignity. If he was not like this towards women he could say that he wasn’t a good guy to begin with which is the opposite of who he really is. He isn’t like people on earth, he is different from others. He doesn’t belong here, because he is different. Though he is given money for anything he wants. However, he proclaims that he doesn’t need help, and instead want to fund his dreamed lifestyle. Fighting against the various minions of monsters. The corporate power of this force puts everyone in a position where they must crawl through life, to be the one to activates him. He wants love. Because he doesn’t need it right now, he’ll keep it safe until he does, by putting it in a bag and burying it! It feels like people are living a life entirely programmed and prescribed, nobody cares about what it’s like to be the downer. All the heroes want to do is bring the party. He missed his younger years when himself and people could just go and do stupid and crazy stuff without a care. There is a sense of urgency, though the fact that the immediate dangers are set in a far-off city could allude tendency to distance others from those in need. The outcast rebels in the lands outside of the city and real-life outcasts looking for an answer for their problems and pain. They are like little children as harmless, as their prayers are now like daggers. The suffering of these children is like a knife to heaven because it can’t do anything about it. Juvenile detention facilities, and those who take medication who are dealing with every day. Neon and garbage evoke urban decay, providing a deliberate contrast with the image of angels as pure, wearing white robes and lacking technology and urbanization. Neon angels go against every component of this. The apparent salvation of those cast aside in the corporate urbanization of the city. The sky appearing, of all of the pollution and smog often associated with industrial excess. Everyone wants to make a difference and leave a legacy, but ironically no one actually wants to die in order to leave one behind. That voice in his head ask: "Do you want to try to improve the world? And, more importantly, what will you do to make it better? No matter what kind of security you have, you are not safe from them and they will find a way into your home or your property. Making a difference is like eating junk food leading to heart attacks that would burst. we ruin our bodies by eating and living unhealthy lives, and then correct it with plastic surgery. People want to hear dramatic stories about the stars and they want gossip, tragedy and drama. Tantrums thrown by the stars, tragedy, war, massacres and all the things people want to read about. You can have power and give yourself the things most often associated with power. But then again, they don’t care about those trivial things people talk about." The voice continued to talk, "Their fight against evil is one of life and death they cannot afford to pay attention to the conventions of society, like apologizing for their actions. Their authority, the thing that allows them to do whatever they feel is necessary without apology, is derived from the support of other people. We’re teenagers. So basically, we’re idiots and we make some pretty stupid mistakes. At times we’re going to fail and we’re crash and burn. But we are young and we are powerful and we will get back up and fight. We get back up and try again and again until we get it right because we are loaded with so much energy, curiosity, stubbornness, and determination that we cannot fail and we will not be broken. People are prepared and ready for action, waiting to be given orders. People supposed to act like they are normal and complacent within society, but instead to hold on to their true beliefs and spirit! It seems you would rather do something violent in the cause of doing something good, rather than sit by and allow events to unfold, instead of being subject to constant senseless and emotionless state of nothing. Abnormal styles are one of the stereotypical aspects of the rebellious youth--they are both a sign of individuality, and a constant annoyance to the older generation. These are the ways in which society can take away someone’s individuality, but they are still caught in the explosion. Basically, let them do what they want to hold you back--it won’t work. Be ready and willing to do something drastic to change things for the greater good." But what can he did to change the world, what greater good could he do to help other people. Nothing so he went to work anyway. After work, he goes to this cafe and glances shyly at the girl behind the counter. Every morning this girl watches him walk in with his plain, ordinary clothes and matching shoes. His hair is combed neatly, he tug at his glasses and he sit down just three tables down, she watches him in the florescent glare. There's guys there, the girls always notice when they walk by but he's not the type they don't know what this mysterious girl knows, something that won't show through mundane tweads however that's fine with Dexter. When people are young they generally are more open to new friends, ideas and loves. Some argue whether it’s this or a redundant in which people live in. But things change when Dexter came across the girl in a strange circumstances when monsters with claws and the girl saved him. Dexter was shocked, looking at her. The girl locked eyes with him and ran off in fear! He didn't know what to say, however Dexter was amazed by this. That girl has already ran and he wants to save her by running with her. The standard universal laws don’t apply to him. This could be a declaration of how he is an individual, and can’t be controlled. However, gravity also refers to graveness or seriousness, so he could be saying that he doesn’t see the things other people find serious as important to him. He has to escape from the societal suffocation. And this girl could be only person to help him escape from this living hell--Sharona! Sharon said to him, "It's hard to get past the walls around my heart but you have a powerful, explosive, piercing smile. We’ve been through a lot and it shows but we have a picture perfect dream on how we get out of this runaway life. He wants to introduce chaos and anarchy. Calling it a town, he wants to threaten those who disobey, take risks and leave in the mists of danger. Sometimes, the people we have around us, aren’t the best for us, and can be very annoying....You want to get away from them? Even when you lose the battle, you can just leave those problems behind, and start again." Dexter looks at her with a spellbound look. There was something that she was hiding and she does not want to tell! She is imaginative, sensitive, compassionate, kind, selfless and unworldly. She is intuitive, sympathetic, escapist, idealistic, secretive and vague. She is weak-willed and easily led. He is trapped in the jail cell that appears to be her sense of affection. She has locked him up in there; she may not actually love him as much as she’s in love with the idea of being in love. He doesn’t really seem to feel the same way about the whole thing. The relationship is very strong, but there is a sinister edge to the it. When she's down he will do anything to make her feel better. He doesn’t like saying something as cliché as that on a record, so he gets the message across in different words. On one hand, he is terrified at the thought of marriage, and on the other hand he is terrified of the thought of possibly giving her something by accident. He considers her to be some kind of princess, and having taken her what's her as he feels guilty about it. "I’ll only have said it once but it looks like I’m complaining all the time." thought Dexter. He is trapped in this girl's gaze and can’t find a way to escape. Once seeing that anamnesis display before him; Dexter gasped as he almost dropped it but one of his co-workers, a woman, caught it in time. "I know, brutal huh. That guy kills her, she gets brought back and kills him but what you don't know is the psycho is now resurrected and will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Want my advice? Protect Sharona with your life if you care to stay alive." She told him. One day, Sharon decided to take a walk today where she managed to wear sweatpants and jacket as she went to the clock tower where she sat on the top to watch the horizon as she saw how she was small, how the city was huge but from up here it was crystal clear! Sharon closed her eyes and thought of water, she had some such a connection with it. She finds the ocean blue was a sight to behold. She remembered advertisements that involved with beautiful blue sky, white clouds, swimming underwater, and sexy women in scantily clad women as they were behind set pieces of wonderful landscapes that took Sharon’s breath away! She daydreamed about chandeliers, luxurious room, and slow motion of girls flopping on the bed backwards on it. Just then, Dexter approached Sharon and talks with her. During that time; Sharon’s hand touched Dexter’s. The two blushed at one another as their faces inches closer but pulled away to look away as their cheeks reddened! Their hearts were beating in their chests. Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub, lub dub it went! Sharon and Dexter glance back at one another however they laughed. It was then they both reclined next to each other. Sharon fell into a slumber, Dexter watched her sleep. He noticed that Sharon look so pretty while sleeping, he looked at her body, her face, and her legs. Dexter realize how perfect she was but he couldn’t help to wonder if she sees herself as a beautiful, perfect features for a young lady like her! Sharon woke up from her sleep as she and Dexter head back to her place, Sharon went inside as Dexter left back to his headquarters. The vision ended and Jesse couldn't help but wondered what was going on. It was then in the present; Rebecca encounters Stephanie and confronts her about what she done to Jesse. But then, they realize they are almost alike in some way. Rebecca ask if she feels discouraged but Stephanie glance outside, "No, I don't. Because....Because I learn something out of all this. There will be times where one has no control over one’s life, sometimes due to external factors of which you don’t play part and other times due to actions that one has done where one was not fully aware of the consequences. There are problems from which you want to escape, but you can’t because you can’t erase the past. Something we can all relate to: escaping the hardships we have and wanting to start off fresh. There are times when people feel so emotionally fragile that one more hard blow or disappointment in life would destroy that person. Do you ever feel like you’ve been buried alive and no one can hear you when you talk to them? No one cares about what’s happening to you. You’re under so much pressure and have no one to lean on or talk to. Like a flickering flame, there’s a chance you can become a wildfire. So keep shining! You’ve just got to show who you are." She said. She then begins to fly all around Rebecca. "Your inner self and inner beauty. Let everyone know who you are. Be that weird or wonderful; be who you are and don’t be ashamed. Find that last ounce of strength. You have it in you to get past the bad times, and once you get past it, you are going to amaze everyone with what you are capable of achieving. Being able to show off a uniqueness of your own, you will eventually make it." continued Stephanie, "Let your personality out. They are going to be blown away!" Rebecca was annoyed to hear this, but Stephanie calls out to her. “See Rebecca, that is the reason I discovered this. I can’t help it, really I can't.” Rebecca smiled trying to hide her anger, “Come now, Stephanie, it’s just a phase.” That made Stephanie angry, “Don’t you feel like you are worthless and have nothing to offer the world? You are one-of-a-kind. There is no one else in the world like you. You have great worth, just by being you. In short, you’re unique." She remarks. Rebecca watches her as she follows her gliding around, "Something exciting is just around the corner. Don’t give up because there are always better times that will come. You may not feel like your life will improve, but things will get better. You think that you have nowhere to go. But maybe the reason you see things that way is because you haven’t found the door that leads you to the perfect road. It’s all about changing the way you look at things. You will find it in your heart and in an instant, like a lightning bolt you will find how to be a firework. When the time is right, you’ll understand that you’re unique and capable of anything. You’ll understand that you’re something special. Let who you are shine through and be you; go and have fun. You can show out and be above everyone while everyone looks at you shine. Show everyone who you are and what your capable of! Don’t lie about yourself, be yourself. Make like a firework and shoot across the sky; let everyone know who you are and what you are capable of. Show your inner beauty. Your vivid beauty will outshine the brightness of the moon, you’ve always had that potential inside of you but you’ve never realized it." 

Stephanie looked at Rebecca, she outstretch her hand before her whom the latter was surprised to see. "Rebecca, take my hand, imagine what we could accomplish anything ... Together. If we walk now, we will divide and conquer this world." ranted Stephanie with excitement. Rebecca considered this idea, "Sounds thrilling, dangerous but thrilling." She remarked. Stephanie smiled widely, "Yeah, it's so exciting!" She replied. Stephanie whirled to the opened window and looked out but she glanced back at Rebecca with a pleading tone, "So....Are you in or out?" asked Stephanie. Rebecca looked at her nervously as Stephanie knew what she was about to say and bowed her head in sadness. She looked back at Rebecca with a sweet smile on her face. “I wish you all the luck in the world and a friendship holds." Rebecca said. Stephanie was touched by this, "You know, you and Chris were my only friends that I love." said Stephanie. The girls embraced each other, however Stephanie whispered to Rebecca: “Take care of yourself.” Rebecca nodded, “You too.” She replied. But there was incoherent voices and banging at the door. Gloria gasped as she turned to Stephanie but found her gone! Sirk bust down the doors, “THERE SHE IS!!!” He  shouted. “Don’t let her get away!” Rebecca protested, “No! Wait—Wha—what are you doing?! No! Let me go! Let me go!” Sirk who had a smirk on his face apprehended Rebecca. Just then, a voice cried out: “It’s not her! She has nothing to do with it! I’m the one you want, it’s me!” The guards released Rebecca, who watched as they surround Stephanie. “STEPHANIE!!!” hollered Rebecca. It was quiet until Stephanie shouted, "IT’S ME!!!!" The guards were being thrown backwards while she levitated up and then she said, "The challenge has been beaten, and I see my story continuing! You all who see Sirk as a friend but he is not a friend, at all! And now you know; my story, my hopes and dreams. I trust you infinitely, go spread my preachings! A testament of belief, a dance in clouds, resisting gravity." She continued to rant, "I live among the sun and stars! And no one...No, no one, no so-called god in this grand world will not kill me now!!!" From afar, Rebecca cried out: "Are you happy now? It’s you!" Sirk cried out, "Look at her, its Stephanie! Capture and kill her!" Pumping her legs, she then flew out into the window and she shouted, "And I could do anything, I will!!" Flying, she flew and wasn't going to stop her! "Now go and kill captured the witch!!!!!!" Sirk cried out after her. Chris and Gloria looked up to see that Stephanie as they could see her flying to freedom. Gloria begins to smile up at Stephanie's victory. She hopes that Stephanie will lead everyone to sanctuary and serenity once again! 

Nowadays…The cosmetics Rebecca puts on acts as an offensive gesture, an in your face attitude it evokes is only augmented by the fact that it is sprayed on the heartland, something that is most sacred to a man. She doesn’t trust the system. There are not many people like her in this forgotten city anymore. The climate ramifications of nuclear war. Basically dust clouds from the detonations rise up into the atmosphere, blocking out all light from the sun and causing the surface temperature to drop to freezing levels. Being a rebel, she takes part to the events. There are also hungry people but leaves the food to neither the working class nor the poor, we can only suppose that the food goes to the rich, which have everything. The once all great pastor is accused of being of the people, Rebecca is likened to a lethargic and ineffective Bush. She makes only enough to survive and she won’t cooperate with the corrupted pastor! Most people think they are more clever than they really are. She’s the last one willing to fight for what she believes in. She’s not influenced by the new generation, she still plays her vinyl records and keeps singing her songs despite of the bad times! Being from the working class,she has a soft spot for the people committing crimes because she knows the circumstances that push them to do so. As many young left-wing kids do, she sees Western civilization as the source of all evil in the world and thus believes that the end of civilization would be only beneficial for the whole world. If there was an option to destroy it, she would be the first to answer in agreement. Rebecca will never stop fighting even though it’s going to be hard, by characterizing her as a natural disaster, Rebecca’s temperament is uncontrollable and destructive. Her makeup is apparently rushed; it's all part of her rebellious behavior. The last of the American girls are a rebellious and unruly sort. Could her personality really be one of freedom and independence?

Katherine managed to talk to Ruby about Carlisle and his life, Ruby was reluctant however she trusts Katherine as she begins to tell the tale about Carlisle, Jamie, and their lives before she came along: Carlisle was born into the world by his mother name Kerry and his father name Arthel. Carlisle had two brothers, an adoptive sister and a lovely older biological sister. The brothers were Galahad and Baldur while the sisters were Bithia and Cleo. However, Galahad—his younger brother---was killed by accidentally. Baldur was murdered in a horrible way as Bithia was accused falsely and executed! Cleo also killed on her wedding night, these tragic events devastated Carlisle as he was in anguish over the pain of his family. His father Arthel became insane as he begins to kidnap victims and perform horrific experiments upon them: One victim was stung by a wasp and the skin on the arm puffed up while it went red. Arthel cut them out of the victim's skin. Then, there were ticks for each rash wound and a leech for each finger. Another victim's skin was shedding while their bulbous eyes and scaly hips looked like a mess in all the blood. And other victims had gory anemone-like growths to form on their bodies. Carlisle witnessed his father’s horrific experiments among the victims he had kidnapped and tortured! Carlisle was terribly shocked by this sight that he begin to fear his father even more as time went by. He’s trying to avoid the abuse that his father is giving him. He doesn’t want to deal with their anger, and so, like most people in abusive relationships, wants to leave or have someone help him. Carlisle doesn’t want anything to do with his father. He makes Carlisle sick. He won’t go crawling back. Carlisle doesn’t understand how his own dad could hate him so much even though he admired him. Carlisle is being abused as he will do all he can to make everything good, showering his father with love and affection. However, his father will treat these gifts as if they’re entitled to them. So, nothing the abused person does is ever good enough in the eyes of the abuser. His father hates his son, causing Carlisle to hate himself. One day; Carlisle awakens to finds his lover, Mabel, dead beside him. In shock, he struggles to believe the reality of it and begins wondering if he is still dreaming. Carlisle looks at Mabel lying dead on the bed and drinks in her beauty. He still feels a sort of perverse desire for her body. Carlisle leans over Mabel and kisses her softly one final time; he grabs Mabel and holds her tightly against him. He whispers these lines to her corpse in an attempt to reassure himself that everything will be okay and he will forget all this nightmare. Carlisle wonders whether or not he will be able to sleep again despite his despair. Carlisle now knows that he is not dreaming, but he still hopes that he is. He wishes he was still in slumber and he could wake up to his beloved still alive and everything normal. He believes that Mabel was the most amazing girl ever. He can hardly control his desire when he looks at her! Mabel has died not long before, since blood is still dripping and her flesh is still fresh; so fresh she almost seems still alive. Mabel still looks beautiful despite being dead; Carlisle grabs Mabel and holds her tightly against him. He whispers these lines to her corpse in an attempt to reassure himself that everything will be okay and he will forget all this nightmare. Carlisle wonders whether or not he will be able to sleep again despite his despair. Carlisle vows revenge on whoever killed Mabel, when Carlisle realizes that his father is the one that killed Mabel. He gets the terrible truth from two things: his reflection in his beloved one’s dead eyes, and his reflection in the mirror. He sees his father covered in blood as he has a crazy grin on his face. Enraged; Carlisle begins hating his own father and tells his father that he will pay for what he’s done.


There was one shy admirer that adored him, it was Salome Zimmerman. Salome thought Carlisle was a genius yet an amazing person to listen to him teaches. However; Salome’s father, a wealthy religious conservative, thinks the experiments of Carlisle’s work are immoral and go against their religion. Salome adores Frake, as many do. She has journal entries of him in her room. Salome has fantasies about being with Carlisle as she cuts herself, but her dad finds out and uses her injury as proof of Carlisle’s influence on her. Considering how stern the dad seemed it’s a bit surprising that he decides not to punish her because her feelings for him. One night, Salome had an erotic fantasy that involved with Carlisle that was so unspeakable that it drove her fanatically passionate. She woke up with a start as she felt wet in a weirdly arousing way and she begins to write this down in her journal entries: “In my dreams, he goes down and he eats my snatch and meat curtains, and I am turned on by how he kisses my wet heart shaped box and my spunk. I moan I tell you, head inclined up and my mouth was shaped into an O. His lips were making soft smack sounds as he intakes air while his tongue took action. It was the weirdest dream but I must tell you the truth. Sounds a bit scandalous, isn’t it?” And hides her journal away to keep it safe.

Sweet Misery Love Company V2--Chapter 2

Jesse uses his new powers while Rebecca is depressed for the past and all the pain she put Jesse through. You guys ready for this? Oh yeah! Let's get started, ya ya! Enjoy. --KatDon 

Chapter 2: Point of No Return

Previously…An idiot can also be defined as a member of the public who buys into the lies the corrupt media establishment feeds them, effectively drinking in the dangerous idea but going along with that keeps them dumb and unaware of the world around them. The all night news cycle is often criticized for various reasons. The news networks blew the threat of terrorism far out of proportion: very few people die at the hands of terrorists compared to road accidents, obesity, and cigarettes, but that didn’t stop news networks from getting hysterical about it. It's strange and makes no sense and it screws with other people's mind. This world is a nation of immigrants. The media aren’t happy unless they’re waving their arms in the air and predicting something terrible. They often scare monger over issues such as terrorism, ignoring deeper social problems. Also politicians seems uninterested in fixing the problems everyone has to face, it seems as if they don't want everything to be okay. Mass media tells us what is okay and what we should be like. Chris is against that mold that people are expected to fit into. It should be enough for his point to be understood. But for the government, it isn’t? People who oppose wars are perceived as soft and get called spies. Being the libertarian punk liberal Chris identifies as, this is an agenda he would push back against. People were basically the administration’s propaganda division, repeating claims it made unquestionably. It also points out how the government became suspicious of its own people, and started to spy on them. People are currently in the information age, due to our access to the Internet and other informative technologies. Chris is a product of his father’s rage and his mother’s love. He could see himself as a self centered and disenchanted nature; it is likely he would not identify with any religion. Rather, he would follow his own created belief system. There are central nervous system stimulants. It affects chemicals in the brain and nerves that contribute to hyperactivity and impulse control. Young children are simply being normally active individuals, who do not pay attention to that which does not stimulate their senses. No one ever died to give him the right to go to hell! Chris has frequently sins but shows no signs of guilt or remorse because he has long ago lost his faith. He has rejected Christian morals and replaced them with his own. He takes no responsibility for his actions and blames other people for his own problems. He lives in a constant state of denial, which is reoccurring motif in the story. Chris criticized how society always labels different attitudes – especially teenagers attitudes as psychological problems, and he’s not acting like everyone else but there’s nothing wrong with him. Living in his small suburban town, Chris feels alienated. He has a false sense of reality, almost like a place based on media representation. He feels as if his small town is just make-believe because it is not how the real world is, no one cares or even knows about its existence. Many teens have a feeling, true or not, that no one believes in them; which could be true because some parents give their kids the harsh truths of the world way too soon, thus keeping them from pursuing a future. Chris is personally feels that the society does not have any high hopes from him because they see him as just an apathetic, good-for-nothing loser. Chris’s living room is considered by him to be his protective place that shields him from the outside world. More than that though, a womb is a place to be born out of. Chris constantly grumbles about leaving his hometown but up until now he has lacked the push to actually go and do that. He’s not only in debt financially, but emotionally. He has unresolved feelings and pent-up anger. He states that he is fine and normal, because this is how society would expect him to be even though they have no faith for him to get anywhere in his life. It is a city of the dead because there is no life in the town. There is nothing to do and nowhere to go. No matter what road Chris follows, no matter what path he undertakes, it seems to bring him nothing. Everywhere leads to nowhere – it’s building on the theme of nihilism, living without any sense of purpose. The young people of suburbia trapped in a cycle of boredom and restlessness which leads to trouble! Apathy runs rampant amongst the young people in Suburbia, no one seems to care about anything, especially not Chris or his feelings. His once beloved home is now a broken, beat down, suburban city. Chris is the lost child and he is sick of how nobody cares about him and everyone takes him for granted. He’s trying to convince himself he doesn’t care about how he feels because everyone else is telling him that they don’t care about him. Chris sees through people and their so-called happy, normal lives. He is sick of how everyone else in the town acts towards him! Chris condemn the youth for things they themselves partake in. People fall in and out of love but no one puts the time and effort to build a real relationship therefore hearts are never saved, passing and pushing dreams of parents who didn’t do anything on to their kids. He feels like nobody cares about him or believes in him. Not his family, not his friends, not his teachers, nobody. But there is one...Gloria and Tunek. The only ones and of course, there is Stephanie who is still there! However, he doesn’t care anymore about this town. Nobody cares about him so why should he care about them? Has the world gone crazy, or is it just a delusion? There’s a thin line between feeling paranoid and that everyone’s against anyone or not feeling confident and everyone’s just ignoring or looking through others. Chris understands they don’t want him to be perfect, but they do expect a lot of him, and he does not have a word for how much that is so he uses perfect. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, his home doesn’t exist and because he has become emotionally unattached to his hometown, it no longer exists to him either. What will describe their current world? It feels as if his town has been involved in some kind of war or violent conflict! People are living in an era where humans rely on technology heavily. They are also living in an era with contraband, which is the buying and selling of illegal goods. Chris is now in the city and it’s one of those days where it is just pouring rain. All the citizen casualties caused by these attacks that were just considered another statistic. Also to the soldiers who died for the cause, they don’t get honored individually; they just get grouped in together with all the other soldiers that died. The howling dogs are just symbols for the chaos ensuing around this war. The fact that they’re singing is out of key implies that this isn’t organized killing; it’s just a hell hole. Despite all the killing going on in the war, the country is much more concerned about losing money and corporate sponsors than losing soldiers. By saying it is the company that lost the war, and not the country, it puts more emphasis on the financial side of the war than the soldiers fighting to defend their country. He is trying to convince himself that going into the city was the right move, so he can get away from the lies that went on in his old town. This move is going to set up the rest of his life, hopefully for the better. Everyone is just sitting back and watching all this happen in front of them like they’re on vacation while they should be protesting. There was a rumor that this song was written as the country was going through a tough time! Someone finally did have the guts to speak out against what the country was doing, and look into what was doing wrong. What they did find was that the war is being fueled by money, and the other side is the side that has all of it. As long as they have the money they call the shots. There are silencers, while the monument represents what is supposed to be good about the city. By acting as if nothing is going on with the country and acting like they’re on vacation, those put the entire country’s livelihood at risk. They need to hold the cult accountable or nothing will change. Since a child, he always felt different, and that made him a loner. He doesn’t even know another way to live, and even though it hurts him, he’s so afraid of the unknown life he could have that he just settles down and accepts his lonely fate, his eventual home. But he has been lonely and sad for such a long time that he doesn’t know anything else anymore. The pain has become his friend. No one’s with him, he’s by himself, on a street where men have lost their spirits. The excitement of the city he came for, wears off eventually. Eventually people calm down, and there’s no one to talk to. He feels so alone. No friends, no companions, no girlfriend, no family, nobody. He’s alone. The sadness, this loneliness can drive a person insane, and it makes you wish someone else is out there. But maybe it’s not as bad as it seems on the surface. In fact, He prefers to be alone in his own thoughts sometimes. He thinks people suck. It’s not until he meets Gloria that he cares about anyone else. He’s gotten so lonely with no one to talk to he can’t even tell if he’s alive any more. The only indication that he has any life yet is his vital signs. Gloria is struggling emotionally while glancing out the window of the sunset. The beauty of the sunset on the horizon is often used to inspire hope in a discouraged individual. Eternal youth is often used as a another way to mean dying young, so therefore never growing older, this is where Gloria is upset to discover the pastor she had faith in and thought he was a holy man. Gloria will learn this reality of the world with the memories inside her mind. Chris approaches her, he urges Gloria to join him in starting a revolution. "Well, sounds like deja-vu....Don't you think?" Gloria said with a sad smile but she is unsure about going into violence because she is a pacifist and doesn't fight battles as a warrior. The shoot first shoot second and shoot again type mentality. Rebellious and willing to act! Chris needs Gloria and so does the revolution he wants to start. Chris tells Gloria he loves her as well as explaining that she is needed for the revolution. Chris is rebellious, embodying the spirit of war. He isn’t afraid to stand out in a crowd for what he sees as right. This is why Gloria loves him and why he is necessary for the revolution! Chris was just a boy who grew up in a lost city at the end of a lost at sea. However; Gloria is affected by the fact at how cold-hearted people can be! Even though she is now a realist, she should still have faith in her ideals. Those who have made mistakes in the past are asking Gloria for forgiveness and help! Her passion is like fires. Gloria is needed to lead. Chris is once again calling on Gloria and announcing his love for her and asking for hers in return. Chris has been rejected from the society of his own broken down town and he was rejected from society as a whole. He actually ripped it apart in frustration. Chris is letting all his anger out like fire from his veins, his anger is pouring out and shown to the world. With Gloria withdrawn into herself and down for the count; Chris decides it’s time for action. He steps up to take Gloria’s burden, assuring her to not worry. He decides that, Gloria started the revolution, the chemical reaction, but he would be her device that finished the job. Those great signs of early love, thinking she’s the best in the world, the most beautiful girl. Jesse and Rebecca come from two different worlds, each of which is trying to escape. This girl is rebellious, someone who doesn’t conform, but she can’t seem to leave everything she’s ever known. He wants to talk to her but he cannot get up the courage to approach her, just as a child on its own or an abandoned pet would be lonely and scared. They both are stuck in their own special ways. This girl obviously has some serious issues, which may be part of the reason Jesse is so attracted to her! She is unhappy with herself and her looks so she is willing to go out with anyone who asks. But also be about her trying to find herself and be accepted by society in general. Jesse tells Rebecca that she’s fine, to help calm her destructive heart. He bears the weight of depression for her because he loves this girl so much. Now that the relationship is breaking up, the relationship arguments rather than their own individual troubles. The relationship they hold isn’t even worth putting energy into sometimes, because it will eventually lead to an argument. They’re starting to realize the relationship isn’t working out. Now; Jesse is known to have a great imagination but he had a very believable dream, and thought he saw Rebecca. He intentionally burned all of the photographs of their relationship in order to move on. After she left, Jesse went back to his boring life! She left him, with no way to get back in contact with her. No matter how long he searched for her, she was never found, never heard of again. He made a point to burn the photographs means that he keeps reminding himself and he should forget about her but he still hasn’t done it. Jesse longs to remember the girl that he spent his time with. The time he spent with that girl seems very far in the past, but was actually not too far back. Jesse still tries to forget Rebecca, the pain that she put him through, and how he still loves her. Jesse saw a woman exiting the taxi and going to the station. He exits his car and follows her. Jesse is running in the boarding area of the station to catch up to the girl who whirls around to reveal to be Rebecca. They later meet up and kiss in one of the boarding platforms of the station in front of a train which later starts to move. With attacks, corruption, conflict, and worldwide panic all packed into just its first decade, the world has been one of the most contentious centuries in history, and things are not looking up. Even worse, society is not taking notice of the issues, let alone taking action against them. Jesse and Rebecca’s fight to inform and empower people to fight against the corrupt wasteland their country is becoming.

Nowadays…Leaders tend to lie and go back on promises, so it’s important to know who the enemy really is. So Jesse encourages violent resistance against any establishment they find oppressive. Using violence is a way you can fight the enemy, they need to get violent and fight back. Obeying the law is seen as honorable, but the people is sick of being oppressed by the conservative laws of the new laws of the city. An effigy is a representation of a specific person in the form of sculpture or some other three-dimensional medium. The leader isn’t acting like a president should and more like a hollow shell of a president. The vast majority of the people are suffering and they need to stop it. Keeping quiet about injustices is no help in fighting those injustices! They want to assemble the mean and violent streaks within them. People will protest against how the government manipulates us the way it is more convenient for them. Jesse and Rebecca are revolting against leadership that regards you as inferior and doesn’t see the need to be honest towards everyone. Leaders and influential people try to swindle others into siding with them so everyone think that are working toward what people want but actually they are working towards what they want while they get screwed over in the process. In the meantime; Rebecca is hurt, depressed, upset and sad. She is considered small; She’s sick of bad love, cutting and she wants to stop. Her blood is surging because she’s angry and upset. And if she does that she will find herself in the madness because she turned away from her beliefs. She is probably not welcome at home anymore because of her lifestyle and the changes to insanity. How Rebecca’s inner self wants her to return from the drugs they are suppressed in. She was abandoned by both the lying politicians and the divine powers that supposedly should save her. She just found out about this life style. The thing is, people have known about this and lived like this for a very long time. There are a lot of tragedies in the world and some people claim to be helpful but they’re deceptive and misleading. Life-coaches are  full of crap. There are no reason for some of the things these deceptive people do. Rebecca isn’t an all good person. She has a junkie, treasonous side to her but also a side that wants to help and make the world a better place. Cutting is her getaway and it makes her cry mascara tears. She keeps walking even though she’s in pain and she keeps doing things that can be dangerous and things she isn’t allowed to do. She has quit everything associated with belief of a high powered savior. She isn't so special like her sister, Grace. Grace is the good sister and Gloria is the bad. They’re opposites. She misses her home and it was her choice to leave, so social services could take care of her.

Just then; Jesse found Stephanie’s diary where she used to be under the name ‘Halsey’ at the time with a surprising reputation:

Dear Diary, 

I have finally found success! But I'm stressed and scared, I don't think this is exactly what I was looking for. On drugs and alcohol; once I signed the contract of my first label, this is it...It was going to change. But thoughts in my head are absented of my head whenever this was going according to plan. As a teenager growing up, I wanted to be famous; pursuing my love for music. My family, friends, and teachers doubted my unrealistic yet ambitious dreams; saying it will never happen. That's what adults do, nagging at you what your life want to be. However, I chose not to listen, so all to those who ground me--I made it! And you know what? Eat my shorts, get bent. It shouldn't be my problem that other people cannot seem to agree with me...Hell! It's my life if I should be allow to live as I see fit. More than the usual need to succeed, people have been saying I'm a greedy person for success. They think I'm overbearing in the work I put in out there. It is not nobody else's business to tell me what I want to do. As I stated before, it's my life! No one can stop me from doing what I want to do. People have been judging me, discussing about my problems in an irrelevant manner. I warn them to not be concerning around me of what I do. Leave me be! I can handle this on my own, without criticism. 

I mean, I want success but I'm so unhappy in the state that I'm in. It's quite cliche that once all your dreams come true and get the fame you desired, you are left alone with riches, feeling totally unfulfilled. In my 'average life', I hated it! I'd always dreamt of being famous, making it big. So here I am! But I ask myself whether living in a so-called normal yet unnoticed life is OK or not. Do I need to pretend to be someone I'm not? Do I need to pose to all people who had ever doubted me? Am I Satisfied? 

Dear Diary, 

I can't keep my mind on things for long, I can't feel anything or be myself. I really hope this is worth it. My obsession with being a star is making me lose touch with my priorities, I fooled myself into thinking it was the only way to achieve my dreams. I don't feel like I can change, I'm starting to open up when I've been silent my whole life. I don't want to show any weaknesses I have, I'm so overwhelmed with sadness, I feel like I can't yell loud enough! I pushed so many people away from me, that nobody is there to simply help me. I feel like I'm not worthy enough to have friends, or any lovers. Because I'll hurt them in the end, and I don't want them to think I'm so greedy. I feel so empty; no matter how far I'll go, I'm not satisfied. I'm always searching for more and wondering why I can't be happy with what I have. I feel that I've been given a fair trade...For stardom; I am trading in my happy life I once had. 

I'd looked for happiness. Success. I'm missing that. Through all this, I am terrified of true success and stardom. I know some artists and famous people have come crashing down at some point with no warning, and their careers died down. They become pitiful, useless lighters. 

Dear Diary, 

Being famous is the American dream, at least that's what some say. So to speak, people now a days from their own countries have come to this country. There are some people that want the American dream so badly. I'd asked them why they want this, and they say to me that they do not want to be in a bar every night. They want to meet the 'perfect guy' and become some sort of fame wife. People would do anything to achieve their vision of their dreams. They search for it but it's all lie, because it won't be so great as they think. It has been romanticized and it's a golden fabric. Trust me, been there. Done that. Want to know what's funny? One guy, a security guard actually, mistaken me for an actress and then a singer but I told him who I really was. People are so brainwashed with the whole concept of the American Dream to care for their intellect that their minds are filled with things fluffy and inoffensive. 

A girl's American life is not as wonderful as a movie scene as she imagines, I believe it's stereotypical. It's exaggerating with romance and passion so Hollywood is blamed. Let's be real, America is a place that everyone wants to be in right? Although it's not perfect, I am so obsessed with it. How could I? It's so glamorous here! 

Dear Diary, 

I'm a temperamental person with an inflated view of my own talent and importance. I want everything, I need everything...Literally! I can't help but be egoistical. It's all in my personality. I have to deal with every aspect of it all, good and bad. In my eyes, I did nothing wrong,  it's simply everyone who is wrong. After all the things I put you through, they still keep coming back. Get down on both knees, begging for me to say 'yes'. Primadonnas are actresses, I don't care about the consequences. I'm aware of being a diva, but I don't see anything wrong with that. Even though I live in such a pompous lifestyle; underneath my ego is a girl who is genuinely struggling with myself. Life isn't necessarily a breeze when you're a primadonna girl. I don't want people's attention, I want their attention to have, to be adore you know. Pick a personality for free if I feel like nobody, boys love me I can't help it. I adore this feeling. All I gotta do is butter up and pop that pretty question. I have my privileges. My life is dreamy and glamorous, like being onstage. I absolutely love it. 

Tantrums to me are small matters, primadonna have their successes & failures but I crave for success. As long as I get the power, I'm willing to do anything. Even when the lights dim down, I continue to spin around for the attention of others. 

I'm a Primadonna Girl, get over it! 

Dear Diary, 

I am turning this entry into an instruction manual, I call it--How to Be a Heartbreaker. Cool huh?

The first rule is to have fun with your 'boytoy' but when you're done having fun; be sure to leave him before he leaves you. I mean, I don't want to be the one heartbroken afterwards. The second rule is to not get so attached to someone who can walk out of your life. Because they could do that to you exactly and leave you broken in the dust. A third rule is don't let your heart be easy to grab because it could be taken advantage of. And fourth, also last, is that you gotta look sweet and innocent so he won't know what's coming for him. Keep him wanted you, even if he could resist me anyways. Boys will be boys, they always like a little adventure in a girl of a relationship. When I break his heart, this guy will realize he's falling in love with me. Someone he has never really know. This guy, I'm not letting him that easily. I have a hard shell, I won't break so easily myself. They'll think I'm being wholeheartedly sincere when I say I love them. Even when I'm not. Boys like a bad girl, but there's a loophole to break this contract. 

The reason I wrote this is because girls are being taken advantage of so easily. They don't know who to trust, especially me. Now all I've got to do is be the 'player' for a girl who will do anything to risk my heart not being broken again like it was before. It's better to fake love than in a relationship, in love, and getting broken over and over again. 

Dear Diary, 

My man gives a little of himself to me. And I give everything of me to him. I open up to him emotionally and physically but he keeps 'frozen' and heartless towards me. He maybe good on the eye, however he doesn't have a deeper meaning to him. He doesn't have deep thoughts, where he can just open up and talk to me. He thinks he's so clever to make me love him, and then he'll try to leave me. But I won't let him. He's cute, but he's not sexy enough to break my heart. Power and control....One person always want to have the upper hand in a relationship, it's somewhat similar to who would wear the pants in this so called romance. Women and men are intrinsically equal when their in a relationship. They are more of creating equality. Unfortunately, that's not how the game is played. Someone who always has to assert dominance. Whoever loses, the other will only want to get back at them next time. It seems to be a crime, really. Just to be a little submissive to one another. Relationships will always be a competitive sport, to see who can get the upper hand and control. I am only, I need to show emotion. A vulnerability doesn't mean I should be labeled as a weakling. 

I will be the downfall of his ways. I'm tired of being the one in controlled of relationships because it has been this way. I have to fight for my peace, right? It's all in the power and in the control. 

Dear Diary, 

Message to all girls; stop living off that quote and don't put idols too high on pedestal. In my dreams, I am the happiest in this world of my own. I have the life I've always wanted. All my problems have disappeared. I don't live in reality, I spent my time dreaming of what could be in my own make believe land. I have the American Dream but people in Hollywood suck! I once admire these people however I'm putting them down because they are no longer used to me. I tuned out of reality, I live in my self created fantasy. I have fun in my dreams at night than in the cold light of day. It seems people in Hollywood are soulless and the only way for them to accept me as their own is if I lose my own soul too. Behind the smiling divas; they also had troubles too. They had fears, depression, and could overdose badly. 

Dear Diary, 

I wish I was a blonde. I had a rough time and didn't do anything to deserve it. I wish I could go back to my teen years, where I can worry about pretty things and be rebellious. I wish I wasn't such a good girl, because I missed out out on a lot of fun. I wanna check myself out, I want drama, carnage, and to eat fattening desserts. And not be so transparent as I was before. I want to be nice looking to get some people to think I'm a loose girl. I got myself in a bad relationship where someone took advantage of me. I wanna get hammered, I wish I wasn't so careful! I don't want to be considered an angel because I never was like that all the time. I rather puke to obtain that 'perfect' image. I wish I wasn't in love with myself a lott. I'm afraid...Afraid of dying alone. I was incredibly disoriented. I didn't know how to enjoy my teen years, I was supposed to test my limits but honestly, I didn't accomplish that. I regret on doing stupid things, youth is supposed to be a carefree time of happiness and full of friends right? I wish I was respected, invited to cool parties. I wish I was popular enough to be voted prom queen. Instead of being religious ad reading these bibles; I feel like killing myself. All my years were wasted away, because I didn't make anything out of it. I lied saying that how my life was sweeter, nicer but it was all a big, dramatic fib. Here I am, all of this gives me a good sense of how it feels to be alive. Even though I didn't change so much, I thought I wanted to died as a minor but afterwards I suddenly realize I am alive. 

Dear Diary, 

There's a story that I kept inside of me and I like to write this down: 

A guy saw no light in his life. He only saw darkness and gloominess. He thought he saw light in me. He thought immediately that he loved me. But I don't love him back, I don't want to be owned by him. I want to be free. He destroyed the light of hope inside himself, while looking for my hope. We don't own what makes up happy, we only own what makes us sad. I'm not his to keep, I'm not his so-called heaven. If he doesn't know that by now, than he doesn't know me that very well. Still I've been alone and sad. The things that are supposed to make me feel better, they don't. I did everything in my life to be good, I don't think he really knows me, he thinks he does but no. Because if he knew the really me, than he would see that I'm a free spirit. Though he keeps trying to find the light that I don't have. He keeps trying to have someone to keep when they are meant to be free. Once you do something, it's said and done. When you hurt the person in all the money in the world, but it wouldn't change what you did that person. Or how they feel about you. No matter how hard he tries. How much he tries, he can't and he remains the same. He tries to understand me why he can't keep me, he'll never understand me. 

I stayed single all this time in the name of preserving my innocence, because I'm only entering a relationship and get my heart broken in two. There's nothing I can do to change him. He constantly falling for girls: They go out but then the love dies out. No matter how hard he tries, I will not belong to him, I'm meant to be free. Yes, I understand now. I said this once, there is nothing I could do to change him.

Just then, Jesse begins to pick up memories from afar that are in the present time: Ah, what a pretty one! She’s give you time to make your motor run. She’s got supermodel-like legs; she has a slender but impossibly hourglass figure and large breasts. Her assets cause boys to have such a desirable attraction for her; it drives all the guys wild! She’s an attraction babe who walks around in a tank top and shorty shorts. She has long blonde hair like a river of gold. Her ample bosom and cleavage is shown as her skin is so perfect!  Her lips are puckered voluptuously. She comes off as a nymphomaniac however this bombshell has a mindful set unlike the stereotypical negligence beauties out there! This curvy blond angel was different from the rest. Her name is Sharona Teague, friends called her ‘Sharon’. Sharon is different; she’s a graduated high schooler who is around 18 years old. Down the halls of a building; Sharon moves through the crowd in a daze and kept herself entertained by making her fingers as legs for her hand to walk along the sides near the sun-rayed windows. Beautifully dazed Sharon was a curious case who seems like a bottle blonde that is conned. The only person that conned her was her father who had infringed her! Oh how she was ruined as a child, but how she remained strong on the surface. Dear Sharona, she’s going to go far! She had a rough life with Daddy-kins issues and broke ties but even if she continues burly. Sharon fears her father, still he can’t hurt her however she is afraid of the nightmares. Sharon always daydreamed ever since she was little; teachers thought she was slow yet delirious while she was home alone as she peered at the reflection with a sideways glance. She always uses the sideways glance in a humorously eccentric way. It was then one day she and her mother were downtown, when Sharon was standing over an air vent. Sharon was also wearing a dress when the air turned on, making her skirt rise up but Sharon pushes her dress down so no one would see her underwear. The air vent stopped blowing the air out but she caught the eye of a bespectled boy in his late teens and in a suit. He was staring at Sharon, who stares back. It felt like they were the only ones in the world while everyone else disappeared in the background. Then, Sharon was pounced by mutated lizards that were on top of her, it wasn’t until that glasses boy saved her by shooting the lizards with bullets that cause these reptilian monsters. Sharon was covered in cuts and saw the boy was gone! She was taken to the medics after her mother found her. Sharon tried to tell her mother about the lizards and the boy however her mother didn’t believe her. It was then Sharon ran into that boy again whose name was Dexter Natale. Dexter saves her again when more human sized reptiles came to attack however Sharon and Dexter were rescued by Michael who brought a familiar face by the name of Katherine Donovan. After work; Sharon was driving home when she noticed a car following her; she didn’t know who it was. She begins to drive faster but so did the vehicle behind her! She got scared, confused and tries to make turns! She stopped and so did the car, the driver turned out to be Dexter who told her that the reptilian monster was in the back of her car who tries to overpower Sharon but Dexter managed to use his car’s high beams that shone brightly previously. The reptile mutant spring until Dexter shot him. Then, Sharon and Dexter ran away on their feet where they were being chased as Sharon clinged onto Dexter. Dexter blushed a little as he remains his composure. The two of them managed to escape until the lizard monsters seize upon Sharon as their lecherous tongues moved across their lipless mouths and onto Sharon’s skin. Sharon shuddered in horror until Dexter shot the lizards, he wasn’t strong in brawn but boy he took them out with a bang. He shot them so much full of lead that Sharon was covered in lizard blood! Dexter managed to get back to his headquarters as Sharon was taken to the showers where she managed to wash and scrub herself. She was dressed in other clothes and escorted back to her car where Sharon thanked him for all her help. When she got home, Sharon managed to make up an excuse to her anxious mother and kept Dexter as well as the lizard monsters a secret. The next day; the radio alarm clock blared with a crazy man's voice: "Listen up! Get off your asses, tune in, and fight evil. It's 109 temperature is what it feels like down here! And don't worry; I’ll be everything you need. I'll make you better and pick you up again, I'll be there to watch over them and provide escape and protection. My main ambition is to supply the public minority, doesn’t care about what happens in the aftermath of the events soon to take place. The outcome is inevitable an cannot be changed unless you fight harder. Make a difference, fight for what you want, and get noticed!" Alarm clock is slammed, waking up is Dexter. His uniform is a suit of white shirt and a blackish blue blazer! Dexter is a thoughtful and nice person who is considered a bit of a wimp. In his lifestyle; Dexter had a lot of people criticizing him, but was blown them off but deep within him it made him question things. He never really cared what other people said or thought of him, whether it was good or bad he was always going to do what he wanted, however he did alludes to him actually being insecure at times but then he realizes what others say really doesn’t matter and so goes back to not caring about it. He is different and a lot of people reject it because they don’t open their minds and ears and actually listen to his ideals. He’s been through so many tough situations and nobody can understand why he is the way he is. He resisted the ideal of carnal desires, narcotics, and materialism. Because those sorts of things don’t have a lot of depth to him. Dexter is a nice guy who treats women with respect, and dignity. If he was not like this towards women he could say that he wasn’t a good guy to begin with which is the opposite of who he really is. He isn’t like people on earth, he is different from others. He doesn’t belong here, because he is different. Though he is given money for anything he wants. However, he proclaims that he doesn’t need help, and instead want to fund his dreamed lifestyle. Fighting against the various minions known as monsters. The corporate power of this force puts everyone in a position where they must crawl through life, to be the one to activates him. He wants love. Because he doesn’t need it right now, he’ll keep it safe until he does, by putting it in a bag and burying it! It feels like people are living a life entirely programmed and prescribed, nobody cares about what it’s like to be the downer. All the heroes want to do is bring the party. He missed his younger years when himself and people could just go and do stupid and crazy stuff without a care. There is a sense of urgency, though the fact that the immediate dangers are set in a far-off city could allude tendency to distance others from those in need. The outcast rebels in the lands outside of the city and real-life outcasts looking for an answer for their problems and pain. They are like little children as harmless, as their prayers are now like daggers. The suffering of these children is like a knife to heaven because it can’t do anything about it. Juvenile detention facilities, and those who take medication who are dealing with every day. Neon and garbage evoke urban decay, providing a deliberate contrast with the image of angels as pure, wearing white robes and lacking technology and urbanization. Neon angels go against every component of this. The apparent salvation of those cast aside in the corporate urbanization of the city. The sky appearing, of all of the pollution and smog often associated with industrial excess. Everyone wants to make a difference and leave a legacy, but ironically no one actually wants to die in order to leave one behind. That voice in his head ask: "Do you want to try to improve the world? And, more importantly, what will you do to make it better? No matter what kind of security you have, you are not safe from them and they will find a way into your home or your property. Making a difference is like eating junk food leading to heart attacks that would burst. we ruin our bodies by eating and living unhealthy lives, and then correct it with plastic surgery. People want to hear dramatic stories about the stars and they want gossip, tragedy and drama. Tantrums thrown by the stars, tragedy, war, massacres and all the things people want to read about. You can have power and give yourself the things most often associated with power. But then again, they don’t care about those trivial things people talk about." The voice continued to talk, "Their fight against evil is one of life and death they cannot afford to pay attention to the conventions of society, like apologizing for their actions. Their authority, the thing that allows them to do whatever they feel is necessary without apology, is derived from the support of other people. We’re teenagers. So basically, we’re idiots and we make some pretty stupid mistakes. At times we’re going to fail and we’re crash and burn. But we are young and we are powerful and we will get back up and fight. We get back up and try again and again until we get it right because we are loaded with so much energy, curiosity, stubbornness, and determination that we cannot fail and we will not be broken. People are prepared and ready for action, waiting to be given orders. People supposed to act like they are normal and complacent within society, but instead to hold on to their true beliefs and spirit! It seems you would rather do something violent in the cause of doing something good, rather than sit by and allow events to unfold, instead of being subject to constant senseless and emotionless state of nothing. Abnormal styles are one of the stereotypical aspects of the rebellious youth--they are both a sign of individuality, and a constant annoyance to the older generation. These are the ways in which society can take away someone’s individuality, but they are still caught in the explosion. Basically, let them do what they want to hold you back--it won’t work. Be ready and willing to do something drastic to change things for the greater good." But what can he did to change the world, what greater good could he do to help other people. Nothing so he went to work anyway. After work, he goes to this cafe and glances shyly at the girl behind the counter. Every morning this girl watches him walk in with his plain, ordinary clothes and matching shoes. His hair is combed neatly, he tug at his glasses and he sit down just three tables down, she watches him in the florescent glare. There's guys there, the girls always notice when they walk by but he's not the type they don't know what this mysterious girl knows, something that won't show through mundane tweads however that's fine with Dexter. When people are young they generally are more open to new friends, ideas and loves. Some argue whether it’s this or a redundant in which people live in. But things change when Dexter came across the girl in a strange circumstances when monsters with claws and the girl saved him. Dexter was shocked, looking at her. The girl locked eyes with him and ran off in fear! He didn't know what to say, however Dexter was amazed by this. That girl has already ran and he wants to save her by running with her. The standard universal laws don’t apply to him. This could be a declaration of how he is an individual, and can’t be controlled. However, gravity also refers to graveness or seriousness, so he could be saying that he doesn’t see the things other people find serious as important to him. He has to escape from the societal suffocation. And this girl could be only person to help him escape from this living hell--Sharona! Sharon said to him, "It's hard to get past the walls around my heart but you have a powerful, explosive, piercing smile. We’ve been through a lot and it shows but we have a picture perfect dream on how we get out of this runaway life. He wants to introduce chaos and anarchy. Calling it a town, he wants to threaten those who disobey, take risks and leave in the mists of danger. Sometimes, the people we have around us, aren’t the best for us, and can be very annoying....You want to get away from them? Even when you lose the battle, you can just leave those problems behind, and start again." Dexter looks at her with a spellbound look. There was something that she was hiding and she does not want to tell! She is imaginative, sensitive, compassionate, kind, selfless and unworldly. She is intuitive, sympathetic, escapist, idealistic, secretive and vague. She is weak-willed and easily led. He is trapped in the jail cell that appears to be her sense of affection. She has locked him up in there; she may not actually love him as much as she’s in love with the idea of being in love. He doesn’t really seem to feel the same way about the whole thing. The relationship is very strong, but there is a sinister edge to the it. When she's down he will do anything to make her feel better. He doesn’t like saying something as cliché as that on a record, so he gets the message across in different words. On one hand, he is terrified at the thought of marriage, and on the other hand he is terrified of the thought of possibly giving her something by accident. He considers her to be some kind of princess, and having taken her what's her as he feels guilty about it. "I’ll only have said it once but it looks like I’m complaining all the time." thought Dexter. He is trapped in this girl's gaze and can’t find a way to escape. Once seeing that anamnesis display before him; Dexter gasped as he almost dropped it but one of his co-workers, a woman, caught it in time. "I know, brutal huh. That guy kills her, she gets brought back and kills him but what you don't know is the psycho is now resurrected and will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Want my advice? Protect Sharona with your life if you care to stay alive." She told him. One day, Sharon decided to take a walk today where she managed to wear sweatpants and jacket as she went to the clock tower where she sat on the top to watch the horizon as she saw how she was small, how the city was huge but from up here it was crystal clear! Sharon closed her eyes and thought of water, she had some such a connection with it. She finds the ocean blue was a sight to behold. She remembered advertisements that involved with beautiful blue sky, white clouds, swimming underwater, and sexy women in scantily clad women as they were behind set pieces of wonderful landscapes that took Sharon’s breath away! She daydreamed about chandeliers, luxurious room, and slow motion of girls flopping on the bed backwards on it. Just then, Dexter approached Sharon and talks with her. During that time; Sharon’s hand touched Dexter’s. The two blushed at one another as their faces inches closer but pulled away to look away as their cheeks reddened! Their hearts were beating in their chests. Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub, lub dub it went! Sharon and Dexter glance back at one another however they laughed. It was then they both reclined next to each other. Sharon fell into a slumber, Dexter watched her sleep. He noticed that Sharon look so pretty while sleeping, he looked at her body, her face, and her legs. Dexter realize how perfect she was but he couldn’t help to wonder if she sees herself as a beautiful, perfect features for a young lady like her! Sharon woke up from her sleep as she and Dexter head back to her place, Sharon went inside as Dexter left back to his headquarters. The vision ended and Jesse couldn't help but wondered what was going on. It was then in the present; Rebecca encounters Stephanie and confronts her about what she done to Jesse. But then, they realize they are almost alike in some way. Rebecca ask if she feels discouraged but Stephanie glance outside, "No, I don't. Because....Because I learn something out of all this. There will be times where one has no control over one’s life, sometimes due to external factors of which you don’t play part and other times due to actions that one has done where one was not fully aware of the consequences. There are problems from which you want to escape, but you can’t because you can’t erase the past. Something we can all relate to: escaping the hardships we have and wanting to start off fresh. There are times when people feel so emotionally fragile that one more hard blow or disappointment in life would destroy that person. Do you ever feel like you’ve been buried alive and no one can hear you when you talk to them? No one cares about what’s happening to you. You’re under so much pressure and have no one to lean on or talk to. Like a flickering flame, there’s a chance you can become a wildfire. So keep shining! You’ve just got to show who you are." She said. She then begins to fly all around Rebecca. "Your inner self and inner beauty. Let everyone know who you are. Be that weird or wonderful; be who you are and don’t be ashamed. Find that last ounce of strength. You have it in you to get past the bad times, and once you get past it, you are going to amaze everyone with what you are capable of achieving. Being able to show off a uniqueness of your own, you will eventually make it." continued Stephanie, "Let your personality out. They are going to be blown away!" Rebecca was annoyed to hear this, but Stephanie calls out to her. “See Rebecca, that is the reason I discovered this. I can’t help it, really I can't.” Rebecca smiled trying to hide her anger, “Come now, Stephanie, it’s just a phase.” That made Stephanie angry, “Don’t you feel like you are worthless and have nothing to offer the world? You are one-of-a-kind. There is no one else in the world like you. You have great worth, just by being you. In short, you’re unique." She remarks. Rebecca watches her as she follows her gliding around, "Something exciting is just around the corner. Don’t give up because there are always better times that will come. You may not feel like your life will improve, but things will get better. You think that you have nowhere to go. But maybe the reason you see things that way is because you haven’t found the door that leads you to the perfect road. It’s all about changing the way you look at things. You will find it in your heart and in an instant, like a lightning bolt you will find how to be a firework. When the time is right, you’ll understand that you’re unique and capable of anything. You’ll understand that you’re something special. Let who you are shine through and be you; go and have fun. You can show out and be above everyone while everyone looks at you shine. Show everyone who you are and what your capable of! Don’t lie about yourself, be yourself. Make like a firework and shoot across the sky; let everyone know who you are and what you are capable of. Show your inner beauty. Your vivid beauty will outshine the brightness of the moon, you’ve always had that potential inside of you but you’ve never realized it." 

Stephanie looked at Rebecca, she outstretch her hand before her whom the latter was surprised to see. "Rebecca, take my hand, imagine what we could accomplish anything ... Together. If we walk now, we will divide and conquer this world." ranted Stephanie with excitement. Rebecca considered this idea, "Sounds thrilling, dangerous but thrilling." She remarked. Stephanie smiled widely, "Yeah, it's so exciting!" She replied. Stephanie whirled to the opened window and looked out but she glanced back at Rebecca with a pleading tone, "So....Are you in or out?" asked Stephanie. Rebecca looked at her nervously as Stephanie knew what she was about to say and bowed her head in sadness. She looked back at Rebecca with a sweet smile on her face. “I wish you all the luck in the world and a friendship holds." Rebecca said. Stephanie was touched by this, "You know, you and Chris were my only friends that I love." said Stephanie. The girls embraced each other, however Stephanie whispered to Rebecca: “Take care of yourself.” Rebecca nodded, “You too.” She replied. But there was incoherent voices and banging at the door. Gloria gasped as she turned to Stephanie but found her gone! Sirk bust down the doors, “THERE SHE IS!!!” He  shouted. “Don’t let her get away!” Rebecca protested, “No! Wait—Wha—what are you doing?! No! Let me go! Let me go!” Sirk who had a smirk on his face apprehended Rebecca. Just then, a voice cried out: “It’s not her! She has nothing to do with it! I’m the one you want, it’s me!” The guards released Rebecca, who watched as they surround Stephanie. “STEPHANIE!!!” hollered Rebecca. It was quiet until Stephanie shouted, "IT’S ME!!!!" The guards were being thrown backwards while she levitated up and then she said, "The challenge has been beaten, and I see my story continuing! You all who see Sirk as a friend but he is not a friend, at all! And now you know; my story, my hopes and dreams. I trust you infinitely, go spread my preachings! A testament of belief, a dance in clouds, resisting gravity." She continued to rant, "I live among the sun and stars! And no one...No, no one, no so-called god in this grand world will not kill me now!!!" From afar, Rebecca cried out: "Are you happy now? It’s you!" Sirk cried out, "Look at her, its Stephanie! Capture and kill her!" Pumping her legs, she then flew out into the window and she shouted, "And I could do anything, I will!!" Flying, she flew and wasn't going to stop her! "Now go and kill captured the witch!!!!!!" Sirk cried out after her. 

Chris and Gloria looked up to see that Stephanie as they could see her flying to freedom. Gloria begins to smile up at Stephanie's victory. She hopes that Stephanie will lead everyone to sanctuary and serenity once again!