Sometimes I just want to sink onto the ground and scream. I want to scream and scream until my throat is raw. My heart is a tattered thing, my soul refusing to give up, determined to fight back. But for what? This void is endless. No matter which way I turn, no matter where I go, pain and suffering are waiting for me at the end of the road. I already know what Jonathon is going to do to me, and the fear is choking me up. He has never once held Norman responsible for his actions. He's always ...