Darkness is not the absence of light   Like the day is not complete without the night, a rollercoaster isn’t complete without the ups and downs, her happiness could not be without turmoil. Star looked around the dark room and felt herself shuddering, the room was both cold and eerie and smelled of death. How she knew that she had no idea.   She had no idea where she was or how she got there, but the room had not a single source of light and the last thing she remembered was stepping out of her apartment when a hard object hit her head from behind. The memory seemed to have awakened her pain receptors because she could suddenly feel the painful bump behind her head and as she reached to feel it, she felt the dry matted hair that surrounded the pain.    Blood. It stopped now, but kno

Devastation FLASHBACK Star walked into Max’s office dressed in a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a black turtleneck sweater which she paired with leather, ankle boots. Her mid-length red hair was straightened to perfection and tied into a high pony from which a few stray wisps escaped.  “Hey, are you ready to go?” She smiled up at Max, but it dropped when she saw the distressed look on his face, “What’s wrong?” Star stepped up to him and placed her hand on his arm, feeling his worry seeping through the bond.  “A fire just broke out at the Diner, I’m sorry Star, I know this meeting is important to you, but I have to make sure that things are okay here.”

Beyond enemy lines “I know what Star suspects, but do you think they’re stupid enough to keep her held here?” Ray frowned, looking through his binoculars at the gate to The Academy in the distance.  “Maybe not, but I am damn sure they have a clue here as to where she is.” Mr. Pollock hummed along with Landon’s answer, they were told to hang back with the team scouted the area at closer range, their security was top notch and the last thing they needed was to set off a land mine before they even went in. “You think there’s really land mines?” Veronica whispered and Greg nodded.  “Dean Atterman is a bastard straight from Hitler’s era of thinking, he though

"It’s done" Max paced from end to end of the door to Star’s hospital cubicle, she was being treated for severe hypothermia and a host of other complications that came with being beaten half to death, an infection was setting in already and they had to pump her with fluids and antibiotics to stop the infection from spreading. Max didn’t know what many of the medical terms they used meant, but he kept his ears peeled for any sign of danger.  “Max, your pacing is making me dizzy.” Donna sighed and Max stopped for a second to glare at her. When she found out that Star was rescued, she forced one of the warriors to bring her to the hospital to be there for her best friend.  “Shouldn’t you be at home taking care of your baby?” Max snapp

Holding on No matter how hard they all tried, Star couldn’t muster the smile they tried to garner from her. Seated on her hospital bed, she watched- almost as a bystander as her mate and friends told stories even though they seemed to be doing for her benefit.  The psychologist that saw her earlier that morning easily pointed out that she was experiencing PTSD and that it would take a while and a lot of work to get over it and back to normal. As much as the woman persuaded her to not be harsh on herself for the way her mind reacted to her experience, Star couldn’t shake the feeling that she was wrong, the life she knew was a distant memory, nothing could or would be the same again.  “Are you tired, do you want us to leave so you can rest?” Ray offered, h