"Don't listen to them! Kate! Don't listen!" I screamed at my friend who was walking to the side of the road from the sidewalk. He voices had started again, coaxing her, trying her sanity.

I ran to her from where I was. I grabbed her arm and turned her around, but it wasn't Kate. Not in there. Her light had dimmed to allow their light to shine. I stepped back in shock. She was gone. It's over. I had lost her...

I threw away my map the day we met. I wasn't anticipating someone walking into my world and doing what you did. What you still do. That map had not gotten me very far, and I was further still from being okay enough for someone like you to accept. But you did. You didn't care that I was severely broken, you didn't care that I was walking a dangerous path. You came, walking on that path, picking up pieces with me, till you found me a better path. You gave me a light to follow, a voice to talk, breath to laugh with. Things that map could never have given me.

I saw you there, across the room, headphones in. Your long blond hair came off your head perfectly. Something about you scared me to death, but also drew me in. I can not now, nor possibly ever, be able to describe what happened to me in those few moments between my first seeing you, and actually coming and talking to you. I do thank God that I had the courage to come talk to you, to come meet you. It was then that I knew I no longer needed that map. It was then that I knew I'd be alright soon.

I walked out my door, for once not caring that you live next to me. I turned to the left, your house there, mocking me. I walked past it, shoulders back, head held high. And for a moment I had hoped that you would be outside. I had hoped you would run to me for forgiveness once you saw how strong I became after you broke me.

But you weren't. You were in your hut, with her. The girl you swore to me that you wanted nothing to do with. You lied.

I learned a lot that day. People lie, people cheat, but people are human, and we know no better. I hope someday you think of me, have a dream of me, and wake up wanting to cry. But then,don't come running back to me, I'll be long gone

She looked out at the ocean, the water that once comforted her. There was no comfort in it now. It had taken her best friend, her only friend. And it would take her. She took across the sand. It's warmness enveloped her feet as if it hoped she would not do this.

She knew her friend was waiting for her out there somewhere. She knew everything was going to change. Her legs would become a tail. Her scarred body would be perfected. And somewhere, someone was watching. She stepped into the water.

Letting the waves pull her further out to sea, she let go of all inhibitions. She could feel the changes taking place. Her new tail, purple and blue, swung out behind her. She had done it. She had become her destiny.

This was it

I walked the earth, through the blood, through the bile. This is where it ends. Father knew we would not win. It had been prophesied that Heaven would win, but that did not mean we would give up the fight easily.

This was war.

The massacre widespread, blood stained the dirt and infiltrated the water. I, the oldest of the Fallen children, walked by my father's side. Tall, red skinned, long black hair, he was the pure essence of evil. My sisters followed suit behind us. My bow slung across my back, long sword sheathed on my hip.

This was war.

As we advanced on the beautiful angels, we knew that our time had come. Unsheathing my sword, I drew it across the ground. Drawing the sign of my people, hoping that it would continue to be a sign seen on this earth, we declared the final battle.

This was war.

A battle cry left my throat as I ran to the arch angel Gabriel, and swung my sword, slicing him in two. The blood spewed on my black war dress. My red eyes lifted up as my sisters continued in my wake, defeating the angelic forces before us. Father hung back, he knew as well as I that we would not win. It would be over soon.

But this was war.

We would never give up. We may lose, the earth may have an angelic host as its ruler, but we would never give in. The blood rained on the humans below. There was a massacre going on there as well. This was all in vain, God would win.

This was war.

It was then that I saw it. Him. The Lord of Lords. Jesus and I had to fight. I knew he would win. But I could not give in without a proper fight.

After all, this was war.

My sword in my hand, his in its sheath, this would be over quickly. I swung, his majestic hand caught the blade, shattering it at his touch. The flying pieces threw me down. As I looked up at him, my time had come. He put his hand down on my back, and then... it went black.

Staring into the mirror that only seemed to mock her was almost too much. Her scars, her protruding bones, no one could remember her as anything different.

She was the beauty queen. The winner of every class election, the perfect daughter. Her family's goddess. Then she grew up. Then her mother died.

She was but 13 when it all took its turn. Another day, another pagent. It was her mother driving. Suddenly, in a moment of fear for a cats life, a silly little cat that had run out in front of their car, she pulled the wheel out of her mother's hands. Spinning, the car rammed into a tree. Her mother died on impact. At least that was what the coroner had said.

She looked down at the blood in the sink. The blood she had coughed up. It no longer scared her. Why should it? She had seen so much of it the last five years. Glancing over to the syringe that held her pain-reliever, her best friend, she smiled. It wasn't a happy smile. It was one of relief. She knew what would come. Another hallucination. Another trip to her wonderland. Her father would find her in the morning, get her up onto her feet, feed her, bathe her. All in an attempt to save her from her self. His baby girl, his goddess, had become human.

To be alone is a learning experience. Though I have been alone for many a day and night, I finally feel this loneliness. We live and we learn. I fight the urges. To cut, to smoke, to die. Someday I'll be able to walk through life on my own. But that someday was not today. A light flashes, a sound crashes. I hear the pounding of the rain on the cold house. It will soon turn to snow. Ah yes, snow. White, pure, perfect snow. All things I could never be again. My legs lift my body off the cold tile and waddle me outside. I have my best friend in my hand. My silver, sharp best friend. The snow has piled up substantially. There must be a few inches. I step out of the house, the wind and cold give my uncovered arms and legs goosebumps. I sit in a small corner of my lot, by a tree. Taking my friend out, I smile at him. He slides across my arm. Again and again till there is blood pouring down my arm, staining the beautiful snow. People drive by, but cannot see my self destruction. I soon begin to feel the fuzzy feeling I long for. I move my friend closer to my veins, and slide slowly and perfectly across them. This is it. My end. I fall into a peaceful sleep and...

I can't continue this way. He leaves as I try to catch my breath. He was the light in my darkness. He was the oxygen in my air. But he left. He decided that I wasn't enough. So now I look around this empty room. Though there are furnishings, it is empty. There is no more light. No more oxygen. I feel the weight of loneliness on my chest. This was it. My worst fear. He had left me alone in too big a world to continue living in.