I ran away. Thats it. I just ran.

I didn't know, or care, where i was going. I just wanted way.

It started to snow and I could feel the ice start to form on the grass, I liked how i could glide on the grass. I was going alot faster than normal but I fell int the grass and started to cry. I can't believe that my husband, the father to my baby, the one I would re-die for; was in love and it wasnt with me.

"That fucker!" I yelled as I hit the ground. My hand went about a foot into the ground. "Fuck it all! I don't need him, I don't want him, I am independent."

My baby kicked really, REALLY, hard. "Woah baby." I said. "It is all gonna be fine. We will make it on our own."

She kicked again. Fucker it hurt really bad. I curled into a fetal positon and let the snow fall on me and cover me in a layer of ice as cold as Gerard's soul and my skin