Her.

Forty Two.

A month went by no contact between Faye or London, it seemed that decision was the best that had happen. Of course, the overthinking would keep London up at night but having Juniper lay by her side, bringing a joy forgetting about Faye's abusive ways. She seemed to have a light loom over , seeing nothing but joy; no judgement or pain just living in the moment. It toke time for London to see that Alaska had no evil intentions, trying to not fall back into her victim mentality. But spending everyday with her, was a blessing in disguise. Considering, Faye was lying her issues in multiple partners going behind Williams back who stood by her showing he was putting the effort for a relationship, Faye grew more and more angrier but when she did have those moments Jake would always pick up and offer to see her, just knowing she had her brother seemed to make her more at ease. Faye ended up getting a sleeve of tattoos on her right forearm, getting Haley's death date in the mixture of it, she seemed to work out more trying to get her mind off the obsession with how London was doing; knowing if she were to stop at her doorstop any time of the day, London would come running.

Faye continued to try to find somewhat habits to have dealing with her own demons when it came down to her father; a part of her wanting to go look for him to see a change but knowing she gave that man so many of them, she resisted that urge. She just kind of sulked in silence pretending everything was okay with William; who somehow didn't feel bad with ending things with Lexi knowing it broke her heart but she moved to Ohio with her family to get away from the toxicity LA offered her. Faye liked the effort William gave, she enjoyed his company considering no sex was involved, she was more open and bubbly even if she didn't realize it. Faye also respected how he know she had her anti social moments, but knowing if she wasn't okay he would sometimes stay.

Faye looked into her mirror, dripping sweat down her body, her muscles becoming more noticeable bringing her a grin to her face, the work she put in showing off. She sighed snatching off her small towel wiping it down her body, before exiting the room heading upstairs to her room for a nice shower, "Faye." A voice whispers making her stop in her tracks as she turned around seeing no one in sight. "Faye!" She snaps her head in another direction seeing no one in sight. She furrows her brows turning her head, seeing a small girl stand at the top of the stairs. Her eyes go wide, seeing her younger self, her breaths stopping. "Faye!" The girl grins her yellow eyes wide.

"No." Faye murmurs her body tense as the girl giggled running down at her, Faye turning around to run back but tripping down her shoelace sending her body down the stairs, her head banging against a sharp edge of a wall just before she was slammed on the titled floor. She opens her eyes to see small feet in front of her before the girl bent down tucking a strain of her hair behind her ear, Faye staring in disbelief. "You...You don't exist."

"You're so pretty." She speaks softly showing a smile missing two teeth. "I hope you are happy."

Faye softly gasp, sitting up closing her eyes, "This can't be real." But a small hand lays on her forearm, "No..."

"You have to let me go, Faye, we can't be happy if you stay in the past." The girls voice soft as Faye opens her eyes, "You have to forgive, Daddy and Mommy, Faye. We won't be happy!"

"No!" Faye yells standing up in fear, "You died a long time ago, this-this isn't real!"

"Let go , Faye!" The girl screams. "Let go! Let go! Let go!" Her voice continuing to repeat it over and over as Faye covered her ears screaming back as voices began to surround her, she fell to her knees in sadness, the voices suddenly stopping looking up to see the girl disappear.

Faye began to cry feeling hallow in her chest, the sudden flashbacks of her younger self creeping In holding her knees to her chest sobbing. Seeing how innocent she was, the pure joy of life she had and how it turned to victim mentality, growing misery with her father watching her ever move. Faye wiped her eyes, trying her best to bury her pain feeling dumb sitting there crying on the floor knowing it wouldn't solve anything. She sniffles getting up brushing herself off telling herself she's okay heading up the stairs burying her feelings.