I never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".

Silence could mean love and adoration. Silence could mean pain and sorrow. Silence could mean fear. Each one immersed by silence and its double meaning. Each one translating the stillness into their own understanding. So many houses in this neighborhood. On this block. In this city. So many lives playing out under the sun and under the moon. Each story being written but none being told. There are so many houses in this world and there are so many secrets behind closed doors. Beautiful secrets do exist. Sad secrets do appear. Terrifying secrets painted itself a face. The moon wasn't big tonight. Actually, the night was bigger that it usually feels. The darkness stretched out its fingers over the Earth. Night time was calling out. The silence claiming the sleepy eyed. One by one they turn their minds over to a dream. Three stories. Six individuals. Under the moon. What secrets live on under the starlit sky?

I was just thinking. I swear. But maybe my mind over thought. It's weird that everything can seem so simple, straight forward. Black and white. Two colors. So obvious. So there. Him and Her. Two people. So obvious. So there. But once you add gray, things get kind of complicated. Then you add color. And it's a wonderfully complicated bright world. She's two in one. The storm and the shade. No one ever stops to thank the storm for shading them from what's above it. What if the sun was too strong, too powerful that day and the storm came along just to protect us all from it? It was this epic battle between the two and the storm was hurting and it cased all this damage to the earth. No one thanks the storm for its sacrifice when it finally loses the battle and the sun shows its smug face. We all hate the storm for the disaster it created and praise the sun, when the storm just wanted to protect us. The storm and the shade. She's the storm and the shade. She's the chaos and the calm. Only I can't see the chaos. Not fully. She's keeping it all inside. All I see is the calm. I can tell though. I can tell there's chaos. I just can't see it. It's not so black and white. It's not a simple boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. It never was. But I like her. I do. The storm and the shade.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

Victoria's life has been hell ever since she was little. Her dad abuses her constantly and her mother looks the other way. She feels lost in this world with no help coming her way, but one day she discovers a letter on her bed that will change her life FOREVER. This story is all rights reserved so back off! (: