<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs30/f/2008/181/3/9/3968dc010f0bfef5ef15f948d00095b6.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Age:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">18 yrs old</span><br/><strong>Crime:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Brutally killed her father and three other for unknown reasons.</span><br/><strong>Location:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">New York Library, the therapy room</span><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Phaedra, Alice</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Winter felt a little relief in finally getting it out but she still bit her lip filled with trepidation.  It didn’t matter that there were others who had killed.  She still felt as if a weight of judgment was on her shoulders.  Tim was right, she was crazy.  She knew it.  You couldn’t hear voices if you were sane…right.  Another young woman joined the group.  A beautiful Asian woman who seemed more scared of her shadow than anything else.  Winter felt for her.  She didn’t like to be in a room with so many strangers but she had told herself that she would try.  There was something about her voices that were off.  Not Sugar, but the others.  They just didn’t seem a part of her.<br/><br/>When the doctor broke everything up for a break, she wondered about that.  Did she want them to mingle.  Her eyes darted around the room and she just wasn’t sure she was ready but then would she ever be?  She saw Phaedra looking at her and she blinked gray startled eyes.  The woman seemed very intimidating.  She smiled weakly but the woman had already turned away.  She had an odd look in her eyes and Winter wondered about it.  She may have a hard time being around people but she was always curious about what people thought.  There was always something about the eyes….<br/><br/>Suddenly, she heard a voice in her head and she winced, her body tensing.  She slowly began to relax.  It wasn’t Sugar but it was soothing, like a mother caressing a child.  Slowly her muscles relaxed.  The doctor was here to help, she had to know what she was doing.  She rose up from her chair and moved over to the table.  The spread was meager and she wasn’t really hungry but others were getting food and drink.  She looked up in time to see Kenzie leave and wondered about her abrupt departure.  Would she be back?  If it was hard on her, was it just as hard on them?  So many questions and probably none to answer.<br/><br/>She thought on the voice and wondered where Sugar went off to.  She seemed so quiet when there was so much going on.  “Sugar,” she whispered.  She was met with silence.<br/><br/><em>I’m here.</em>came the response after a moment.  Sugar said nothing more.<br/><br/>Winter wondered why her other self was seemed so distant suddenly but thought nothing of it.  Sugar could be very unpredictable and yet it seemed okay.  She didn’t want Sugar unleashed at the moment.<br/><br/>She picked up a water bottle and noticed one of the nice looking men leave the room.  Was everyone leaving?  She was about to unscrew the cap when the girl with the purple striped hair suddenly started a fire.  It had caused a commotion and she went stock still.  The fire’s light entranced her, as if it were a beacon.  She stood there clutching the bottle to her chest, her breath held.  Then the fire was gone.  Phaedra stood over it with an empty water bottle.  Winter looked down at the one she was holding a little too tightly and wished she could be as confidant as the her.  She could have done that….who was she kidding.  Except for murder, she wasn’t good for much.  She released the breath she was holding.  She took a swallow, not realizing how dry her throat was.  She looked at the two men.  Strange how to her eyes they seemed the same yet different.  Like to shades of the same dark color.  Not that they were the same but as if they held pain and savored it.  Just how, she wasn’t sure.  Thought at the moment it seemed like two cocks facing off to fight.<br/><br/>Then another voice reached her mental ears and she cringed.  Fear welled up inside her.  It was one of those voices.  One of the ones Sugar usually held back.  Where was Sugar.  She wanted to hold her ears to block the sound even though it came from inside her.  Her breath grew ragged and her heart beat grew rapid.  She squeezed on the bottle expelling some of the water.  “Please, please, please,” she whispered under her breath.  Not crazy, they’re not, she thought to herself.  The voice made her skin crawl.  She looked frantically around the dimming room.  Would they hurt her?  Is something bad happening?  She did not want to black out.  When she blacked out, bad things happened.  Suddenly she was facing a woman.  At first she felt threatened but months of practice held her in check.<br/><br/>The woman was not threatening, the woman was nice.  She had heard her story.  Her voice had sounded determined and sweet.  She was pretty.  Winter told herself these things to calm down.  When the woman introduced herself, Winter smiled tentatively and wary.  She didn’t like the voice but she learned not to believe everything the bad voices said.<br/><br/>“Winter.  It is nice to meet you,” she said.  In a way, she was at a loss to as to what to say next.  She was still feeling shaky but somehow the soft tone of Alice’s voice was soothing.  “I, uhm, am very glad you were able to get away from your husband.”<br/><br/>The moment she said it, she realized it sounded stupid.  She didn’t know the full story but then, her father never liked how she didn’t clean her room.  She flushed, trying to be cheerful and smiling, but her eyes were haunted with memories.  Where was Sugar to take her pain?<br/><br/><br/><br/>