This will be deleted as soon as the Actual deviation has been posted. This is not to be taken personaly on any level, for my minimal amount of watchers. Venting on paper just helps to clear my mind, and this is the product thus far. I'm aware of the need to edit, which is why I'm not yet ready to post. Thank you for taking the time to read this, I hope you enjoy.

She turned her face toward the sky, her arms slowly raising with her face and the steady wind continuously pushed her hair out behind her, tickling her neck and shoulder blades. The light blue dress she wore whipped around her legs, and she closed her eyes, letting her mind wander as it needed to, to soak up the feel of the cloth she wore and the warmth of the sunlight on her eyelids. The smell of the ocean along with the steady sound of the waves soothed her, and she opened her eyes looking directly down at the sea, forty feet below her. She inhaled deeply and let the wind push her back ward on to the soft grass behind her. There was no way she could do what she wanted. Weather courage or cowardice kept her on this world she would never know, but she would not ever be able to take her own life. It wasn’t something that she could allow of herself, no matter how much she yearned for an end to the pain. A tear slid down the side of her face and rested on a blade of grass. The certainty of her insecurities and naiveté’s being the cause of her down fall kept racing through her mind. How could one person be so blind to everything that anyone else could never miss? Not knowing how to push on, to heal the injuries no one could see felt insurmountable. Will power was something she lacked at this point, so she let her eyes slid closed, a shallow, broken sleep washing over her as the sun slowly slid along to the side of the world that was not hers. The cool chill of the wind as the moon rose was not as discomforting as it should be. Cold became a friend in times such as these, allowing her to feel less pain and discomfort physically if not emotionally. It was all she could ask for, she thought, as she pulled herself up using the limb of a nearby tree. Her stance was unsteady and weak from not eating, and she knew illness would be fall her if she didn’t take care of it soon. Her stomach groaned in protest, and she felt the burn of stomach acid try to push its way to her mouth. She turned her head to the side, placing a hand on her stomach and one over her mouth, bending herself towards the tree she had just been using. She stopped her body of purging itself of everything in her stomach, but stayed bent over for a moment, regaining what little poise she had managed to keep in the last few days. After the cramps from her nerves and the lack of sustenance in her stomach stopped she stood and slowly walked along the path that lead back to her home. The full moon lit the way, even through the leaves on the trees. The soft gentle glow was far easier to with stand than the harsh light of the sun had been. The wind was still going steady and the sound in the thin forest felt wrong. It wasn’t the sound she had always taken comfort in, but the sound of being alone. It caused her to quicken the pace of her walk. She couldn’t stand to be alone, right now it would be too much to handle. She never liked being alone at night and going back to an empty house wouldn’t help her any. Instead of walking through the yard to the house, she stepped into the garage, straddling the small, yet powerful motorcycle she had restored and repainted many years ago. She started it with ease and backing it out the door that she opened every morning to allow light in to work by. She knew she ought to put proper riding clothes on before she left, but it just didn’t feel right. She needed to keep moving, she headed out to the road, driving too fast for the dirt road she lived on, feeling small rock and pieces of dirt digging into uncovered legs and bare feet.