Prison of paradise, book 4 in Wingless series

Hope for me

We weren't always going to be tough; this was a fact of life that we all had to deal with. Sometimes the tougher we were the harder it was to come back from something. Sometimes being tough pulled us through everything. There was no way of knowing just how tough you could be until you were there; we all were the toughest when we were staring at our problem head on. Some of us kept walking toward the problem, others tried to stay in place and avoid getting there. And there were many who tried to take another route to get away from it altogether. What all three of these had in common was there always would be a problem it just was a matter of how we were going to get over it.

I hated the cold since I could remember, winters did nothing but depress me, and the feeling of cold air on your neck was repulsive to me. I hated it touching my skin, and I secretly wished I could move away to somewhere warm all the time, not because I liked warm just because I hated cold so much.

The night seemed to hang on as I stared at the window wondering about all the scary creatures out there. Because I wasn't a child, I knew that real scary things did exist, and I knew they liked to come out in the night.

A house was never going to be a safe haven.

We were never going to feel safe anywhere, not in our skin or our home. It just was never going to happen. The sooner we figured that out the better.

Nothing would ever make living easier; you could have all the guard dogs in the world. All someone needed was a chance, a measly chance and you were as good as dead.

I didn't trust much of anything to protect me. I probably never would, it was hard to live life not counting on anything to be your savior. Always feeling like there was always a chance you could just be sniped without a choice in the matter. That was the most helpless feeling one could have.

I opened the door going out into the backyard, night welcoming me with its evil looks and calls from nature. Night was probably the only time I could be alone sure, it was scary to be alone sometimes but having a person around you at all times was a little tedious after awhile.

I wished I could sit but the chairs were cold and stacked neatly because of stupid winter. Snow scattered all over the yard we were sure to be hit soon with a ton of it. My breath without choice came out in a big smoke like puff as I moved across the patio. My feet making faint crackling noises, I crossed my arms across my chest trying to keep some of my own warmth from escaping as the wind battered me with its cold fingertips.

I stared into the night the streetlights helping me see and not feel so alone. Maybe night wasn't as frightening as it all seemed. Maybe night was a peaceful place that you could escape.

I walked further into the yard putting distance between the house and myself. I was alone, by myself with no one around to tell me what was right. Even if it were only for a moment, it was an amazing feeling. I sat down on the hard frozen ground not caring if I was going to freeze, wrapping my robe tighter around me and curling my feet up in my slippers.

"Some people aren't happy with just ordinary, they got to believe there's more out there then just that." A voice said from behind me.

I jumped falling on my side at the sight of Vincent the man from the night club. His face kept a smile as he extended his hand to help me up. I stood up on my own knowing who he was now, I wasn't sure I wanted to trust anyone even if he were soothing and so nice.