Curled up with her knees burried beneath her shirt she watched that ball drop, the countdown was never right they were always off by a few seconds but it was still worth watching. Still worth making empty promises of a resolution that'll be forgotten by the next day. Those words came back again though, more demanding now. Nodding her head slowly she pulled her legs free and pressed the power button on the small flat screen, standing and walking towards the end of the bed. The touch of his cold and rough hands stiffened her limbs, casting her eyes down so that the long strands of black hair could hide her face. His series of questions had her standing there, never looking up as she shook her head yes or no.

The mattress springs creaked, screaming to be released beneath her body. Arms tucked in close at her sides while her head was shoved down into the pillow roughly. She'd learned keeping quiet was the best, forcing her head to turn to the side while she found a focus point. Looking past the ashtray, and around the wadded up bills for the convenience she focused on what would set her free. The small round glass globe sat there, unstirred, it's fake snow resting peacefully until the end table began to shake with the more violent repetition that forced her to squeeze her eyes shut until the pain numbed her.

Hurrying she grabbed the bottle and forced the solution to clean her, to take away all the possibilities before tossing it to the side. The small click of the handle lock turning over as she sat there on the lid of the toilet. Dirty fingers hurried to turn the knobs of the shower as she found the hottest setting possible, waiting for it. Counting slowly in her head until her heart skipped a beat at the sound of the door slamming in the other room. She knew the water could handle the rest, and she let it. Swirls of colors dripping down off her body and swirling along the drain until it all disappeared with reality.

Exhaling, she watched the cloud of steam leave her lips and let it steal her amusement. Bare arms dug into the metal ralling while she looked down at the hollowed pool that might look nice for people come the warmer months. Looking down she watched the ground floor and the nothing that was out there, but heard the sounds of things that told her otherwise. Walking back inside she passed over the passing and walked towards the bed, the smell of him still in the room as she pulled back the sheets and sat down on the very edge. She found it again, a small smile picking at the edge of her scabbed bottom lip. Reaching for hope she grabbed the globe and tipped it back a few times before letting it settle in the palms of her hands. The snow fell along the globe, Peter was holding onto Wendy. Tink and the Lost boys floating freely with the snow building up on Hook's ship and nearly burying his figurine in there.

"Mom...mom c'mon. We need to go, get up." She'd grabbed the crumpled up bills and shoved them into her bag along with the few pieces of clothing. Her hair brush and toothbrush and paste shoved in the bag as well. "Mom, c'mon. Just pull it together enough to make it to the car. Please...we gotta go." She looked the folded up woman in the corner, she hadn't moved in two days. Grabbing at the womans frail arms and pulling to get her to do more than drool on herself. It only backfired when the woman woke into a craze and started yelling and screaming. Hands flew and swatted, scratching as she backed away as far as she could. Blood shot and beady eyes were hungry to have her pay for waking her from that amazing trip. Her blistered and bruised fingers grabbed the globe and pulled back. "MOM!" she screamed out with a hand held up as fear finally struck her face, but it was too late. The glass neverland was launched at her with the intent to harm and shatter her soul.

Tears streamed down her face, those abrasive sidewalks assaulting her body as she ran as fast as she could. The broken glass had cut her hand but it didn't matter as she held onto the small figures in her palm, each other them cutting into the gash in her palm harder than the next. She wouldn't stop until her lungs gave out, and then she'd become a lost boy like the rest of them.