<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;">-- --</span><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Winter stepped out into the cold chill of day, a day as gray as her mood.  She let out a sigh, her breath pluming white in a cloud.  She watched it dissipate feeling as if it was just like her life.  Intangible and disappearing before her eyes.  Nothing felt real anymore and she didn’t think it would ever be again.  She turned her head, the white layers of her hair falling forward to obscure her eyes.  She looked back at the little sushi shop where she lived.  Or half lived.  She worked there as well.  It was….nice.  The couple was like the grandparents she never knew, trusting and kind.  They encouraged her to go to school and make something of herself.  They were just as unreal to her as her existence.  Despite herself, she smiled.  They were good and that was what mattered most.<br/><br/>Being good helped her get parole.  Because she was so young, the state wanted to give her a chance and this couple was willing to put up their home and give her a job as long as she continued to “reform”.  As long as she acted “normal” she would be safe.  Safety was relative but for now, she would take what she had.  She swept back her hair and began the walk to the library.  It was only a bloc from where she lived but it was cold and if she wanted to be warm again, she was going to have to make her pace brisk if nothing else.<br/><br/>She hugged her black pea coat tighter to body, thankful she had decided to wear boots instead of tennis shoes.  There was slush on the sidewalk and no matter how hard she tried to avoid the puddles, she ended up in one.  People in New York didn’t like to be courteous and walked like they owned the sidewalk.  Her nose was growing cold and she sniffed, the cold harsh to breath in.  A man bumped her, nearly knocking her to the ground.<br/><br/>“Watch yourself, bitch!”<br/><br/><em>Ooooo, let me at him.  I’ll show him who’s a bitch.  I’ll cut his fu-</em><br/><br/>“No,” she whispered harshly.  Her head was down but a woman looked at her askance as she passed.  Winter lowered her voice, barely a sound passing her lips.  “We don’t do that anymore.  We have to be….good.”<br/><br/><em>You be good.  Good is boring.  I’m suppose to protect you, Winter.  How the hell am I suppose to do that if you don’t let me out?</em><br/><br/>“Don’t be mad.  Besides…you keep the<em>others</em>away.”<br/><br/>There was a small pause of silence in her mind.  The other voices, they were scary.  Some she wasn’t so sure were a part of her.  Sugar understood.  Sugar did the things that Winter couldn’t but they both agreed that to live without trouble from the law, they had to be good.  It didn’t matter if their task was still unfinished.  They had to figure out why it was even necessary, even when the voices demanded her obedience.  Sugar was strong where Winter wasn’t but Sugar was also….excessive and hard to control.  Winter managed by letting her out every now and then but after waking up in a strange man’s bed with weird marks on her body, she kept a lid on her.<br/><br/><em>It’s getting harder.  I think they are getting stronger.  You have to let me out more often.  It’s the only way.</em><br/><br/>“I don’t know.  I just don’t know.”  She had stopped in front of the steps of the library.  The two great lions stood guard.  Winter was suddenly shivering uncontrollably.  If those statues had been dogs, she would have run away screaming.  She felt Sugar’s concern and immediately tried to control herself.<br/><br/>“I-I’m okay,” she said as she mounted the steps.<br/><br/><em>No you aren’t.  You are scared shitless.  This is serious shit.  If I feel you can’t handle it, I’m taking over.</em><br/><br/>Winter said nothing and entered the building.  Her relationship with Sugar was symbiotic.  Winter had the control but it was more a mutual agreement and Sugar listened.  Something to do with power controls and necessity.  She never was quite sure what that therapist was talking about but they called it schizophrenia but Winter thought more like split personality.  Sugar was just too different.<br/><br/>She walked down the center of the main room, her boots echoing loudly almost as loud as her thumping heart.  The place was practically empty and reminded her of a museum.  It seemed kind of creepy.  The books that lined the walls seemed more like they were staring at her.  It just seemed like the whole place was holding its breath.  She wanted to run to the other end of the room to the where she was meeting the lady who was suppose to help her.  She focused her eyes on that door and but her shoes were so loud she dare not go any faster.<br/><br/><em>Boom.  Boom.  Boom.</em>Her anxiety grew and grew and she thought she was going to freak out.  Everything was to loud, even her breathing.  Her silvery gray eyes began to water in her fear, fear that was rising continuously.  The shadows grew longer and making her start as if they reached out for her.  Something ominous hung in the air and just as she made it to the door it felt as if something or someone was behind her.  Her eyes widened and her breath grew ragged.  She spun around and….nothing.  Panic set in as if nothing was worse.  She looked about her for a place to hide and found herself looking at her reflection in a glass covered shelf.  She nearly screamed as it was a perfect mirror image.<br/><br/><em>STOP IT! Stop! Stop-</em><br/><br/>“Stop!”  The word echoed loudly around the empty hall with its shelves of books and desks with little green lamps.  She stood there with clenched fists for a moment and then she smiled.  “I’ll take it from here, sweetie.  I know how you hate meeting new people.”<br/>Sugar pulled from her pocket a tube of red lipstick and in three quick strokes, applied the color to her lush lips expertly.  Smacking them together, she put the tube in her pocket and unbuttoned a few buttons on the blue cotton camp shirt.  She frowned to see a tank top underneath.  “Really, a tank top.  We have  a rack with looking at and only you could find a way to look drab.”<br/><br/><em>Not here to sleep around.  We’re here to find out what the hell is wrong with us.</em><br/><br/>“Stronger on the inside,” Sugar said, shaking her head.  “Fine.  Let’s see if this lady is a joke or what.”<br/><br/>Sugar opened the door and looked for the room.  When she walked in, she was surprised to see there were people there already.  Even who.  It looked like the beginning of a really bad chick flick.  Still she smiled, especially at the cute one.<br/><br/><em>Not now!</em><br/><br/>Sugar’s lip twitched in acknowledgement.  Fine, she would be good….today.  She gave the man a wink and then her red stained lips formed a rather luscious ‘O’ of surprise.  The session had already started.  She glanced at her watch and saw it had stopped.  Ewwww.<br/>“Sorry, I guess I’m late,” she said rather sheepishly.  She took a seat near the well dressed guy.  He couldn’t be too bad.  She crossed her slim legs and leaned back as if she were an old hat to group therapy.  In a way she was.  Winter had a real problem with group settings but Sugar didn’t mind.  Sugar liked group anything.<br/><br/><em>Really!  Be serious!  I can see what you are thinking in here!</em><br/><br/>Sugar rolled her eyes and looked around.  Well, the stories should definitely be interesting.  She looked at the girl with multi-colored hair and was a little jealous.  Every time she tried to dye this white mop, the dye just washed out.  Not even a hint at a bad dye job.<br/><br/>She managed to come in when the lady was asking for introductions and she wondered who would be first.  Well, it wasn’t going to be her.  She pulled a lollipop from her pocket and unwrapped it, the cellophane crackling and loud.  She let the wrapper fall to the floor and then put the sucker in her mouth, rolling it back and forth.  Someone spoke up and she leaned forward.  Burnt down a gallery?  Now that was interesting.<br/>