"Wow, looks like someone pulled an Eminem," Rob joked, looking around the murder scene.
Faith scoffed as she stood above a finger of the victim, that had been somehow dislocated from the body and was now across the room, "No, Rob... It looks like someone pulled a Charles Manson," she sighed.
~ * ~
Faith walked into her house at six o'clock in the morning, her hand scanning the wall for the light switch, in the dark. Turning the entryway light on, she jogged up the stairs quickly and into her bedroom. After changing into what she wore to bed, she looked out her window at the rising sun.
After a few minutes she climbed into bed, glancing over at the picture that sat on her nightstand. With a sigh, she laid down and fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
Walk on, walk on What you got they can't steal it No they can't even feel it Walk on, walk on... Stay safe tonight...
...I know it aches And your heart it breaks And you can only take so much Walk on, walk on...
-Walk On, by U2 (CD: All That You Can't Leave Behind)
