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Date Posted: 12:48:08 02/06/02 Wed
Author: Lydia
Subject: Home?

She rushed into the forest on her single crutch. She left a puculiar trail, one foot step, one crutch mark. She didn't stop until she realized that she was pretty far in, then she stopped and gazed upward at the light falling through the leaves like fairies. Then she continued until she found the stream, she sat down on the rock, gazing into the stream, her reflection gazing back at her. She wanted to cry so badly it hurt, she wanted to scream, and to shout out curse words, to kick something, and at the same time somehow she had developed almost a need to talk, to be held, to socialize, a strange thing for Lydia...Lydia doesn't need the rest of the world, that's who Lydia is, Lydia doesn't need someone to talk to, she was too cold for that, too stiff to need a hug, too hateful to care about whether she hurt...but then why did she feel so desperate now. She bit her lip as she took notice of her reflection. There gazing back at her was a beautiful fifteen year old girl, with long dark hair, and a mellow dark skin tone. Her features were obviously Indian, except for her violent blue eyes. The strength about the indian staring back at her was amusing. She picked up a rock and threw it at her reflection...she hated it...she hated it because it was who she was...it was the reason for everything that had gone wrong in her life. But her reflection only rippled nd reappeared, as if taunting her, singing that she would always be what she saw there. She turned her gaze away from the stream, trying to ignore the taunting of it. She closed her eyes...why had she bothered even trying? She knew it would only end up tis way...with more hurt in her heart....

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