Dear Serenity,

Serenity

"Every breath you take and every move you make

Every bond you break, every step you take, I'll be watching you

Every single day and every word you say

Every game you play, every night you stay, I'll be watching you"

The mirror did no justice showing her the pain that was shooting through her face- fingers coming up she lightly caressed her swollen red and purple eye. It throbbed with such intensity that she wished she had something to dull out the pain.. Something.. Anything. Was she really willing to take that road though. It wasn't like this would end for her. She would die in here.. Alone.

No. Not alone. She still had someone on her side. Someone who filled the void where Ophelia was ripped away from her. Which brought her back to the black eye- the rage of Ophelia's death filled her and she lashed out on her murderer. And that's when Serenity spoke her first words in this retched place, she screamed and screamed when she attacked Tenningbottom; screaming how she was a murderer and the worst kind. Killing the innocent- the true monster. She had simply been here for drugs and turned into a bloody murderer.

Serenity was in here for murder though and this.. Only made her look worse. Made her look like she had the anger to kill anybody- it gave her added time.

She was never leaving this place.

And at that thought, she started to knock everything down in a fury of anger. She didn't care who saw, she didn't care who heard her pained screams. She just didn't care anymore and in the heat of the moment, she punched her fist into the glass; watching the glass fall down. The tiny shards looked like snowflakes, laying across for the floor softly. She watched but she heard nothing; everything had gone completely blank in her mind. It was like she wasn't apart of her own body. To come find out, she wasn't; she was sucked into another vision but once she saw Officer Langdon, she wanted to fight it. Serenity couldn't feel another death, not of someone she truly cared about but that's when she spotted the marks on her arms. The slits and than- the razor.

"No, no, no!" She started to flail around, not wanting to feel the cool metal slide across her arms; Langdon's arms- and the more she fought it, the more her body came in tune with the vision. Hand grasping into a shard of glass, she sliced two gaping slits into her own wrists. Which pulled her so fast out of her vision that she didn't get the chance to see the outcome. The truth was though, did she want to feel it? She knew the ultimate ending for everyone but.. That's before she thought she could see regular murders, self harm.. Things were changing and she felt like it had been days since she heard anything from Miguel.

Miguel, she laughed, she would be thinking about him when she stood here bleeding to death. It was like she had no fear of the blood rushing from her arms though, calmly grabbing her towels and wrapping them around her arms as she went to go find someone. She would be put into physc but it was better than dying. Dying of a pain she couldn't feel- the pain of her slits were left in the vision she yanked herself out of. It was a dull sting, though they were so deep, she could die any second by bloodlust. And right before she could black out, faint- die; she was found. Body collapsing unconsious in Officer Langdon's arms.

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Days later, she finally woke up. Her mind was hazy, lost- eyes searching around. Both slitted as she tried to get used to the blaring light. No one was in there with her but a letter lay on her side table; labeled. "Sweet Serenity". It gained the first smile she had in almost a full year- reaching over, she cursed at the pain she finally felt in her arms. Both bandaged and she could feel them sewn up below the wraps. Slowly moving now, she grasped the enevlop but before she could get to the note, a picture fell out. A picture of the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

The photo gave her a lick of satisfaction, finally seeing the man she had been speaking to. A sudden surge of... pleasure. She moved a bit uncomfortably in her hospital bed- her mind filling with images of the man; like her body was going through a security check. It wasn't a vision but.. It brought something else. Like.. her mind was recognizing him. His hand had touched the same photo.. Maybe. She brought the picture to her face, taking in the biggest breath of air- smelling it. It was like she was grasping into his black tshirt; taking in his glorious smell. His sweet but manly smell- spice.. vanilla. It filled her nose like he were really there and really, she was in his arms and she had never been so comfortable. Eyes closing, she took one more breath before pulling away- her body feeling like she had been yanked from another vision. The heavy feeling she usually felt that caused her to lose every ounce of breath. Eyes widening, she clung to the picture.

Did that just happen?

Ripping the note up, she scanned it completely; not an inch of anger riddling her. He really just wanted to help and she adored that. No one else would help her. Not even family. She was alone excpet for this mysterious man.

Closing her eyes once again, she focused on him again. Focused on him like she had done just minutes ago- focusing on him like he told her to.

And she was brought back to the small apartment, except for being pressed against his black shirt- the black shirt that was owned by the man that was passed out on a small couch; she was watching from a distance. Gasping, she was ripped from what seemed like a dream she was left there speechless. Writing up a letter- a simple letter.

Charming Miguel,

Come see me. I have added you to my list. We have things to discuss and I need to hear your voice.

With all my love,

Your Serenity