Sairah was dying to find a place she could call home.  Somewhere where people looked upon her with love and adoration.  She was one of those girls with one of those faces that you couldn’t quite sort into one category.  Honey blonde hair hung in loose curls around her shoulders and her bangs slightly covered her round, hazel eyes that sat in her olive-colored skin.  Makeup was her best friend and her baby blue Volkswagen Beetle came in at a close second.  Sairah graduated at the top of her high school class and could go to any college she wanted, but she chose the community college where HE chose to go.

The perfect picture for the perfect storybook tale.

She had to feel that warmth that he gave her before he went away because that was the only feeling that she could wrap her mind around.  That party, that night!  It was all so magical, so phantasmagorical.  The heat from his body warmed her very soul and his touch sent her into the most euphoric of states.  He didn’t even remember her name…

“The years passed by and she went onward; towards the mountains with its gold and crimson leaved trees, where the lake glistened and sparkled and her family were geese.  She was sitting on a concrete bench with flowers in her hair when she saw that girl with carnation pink lips and a complexion that could only be described as eerily fair.”

Such was the song she sang to herself repeatedly when she transferred far away to a small university.  Sairah didn’t know anyone, didn’t even know her address for a while, but she had to have a new start.   She needed something to steal her attention away from…those thoughts.  That once warm touch grew cold the more she thought about it.  If only she had known what he was doing to her.  If she only knew that she could have called for help, maybe…

It wasn’t long before our flower child began to feel that long forgotten sensation, but in a new and disturbing way.  That “butterflies-in-your-stomach”, lovesick sensation. And it made her disgusted with herself. The song she sang became the song she lived thanks to Rachel.  Hair like a raven, skin like the moon, and lips that shimmered with raspberry lip gloss.