She didn’t get the full effect of the dreams, just abstract ideas of the reality that she couldn’t bear to face. It was still as painful, but manageable when she was in her waking hours. Sharon didn’t care to interpret her dreams and even if she did she’d know that her troubles were just starting. This hell that she was going through was real. The hints that were shown to her in these dreams were trying to tell her to deal with demons before she was devoured by them. Not just Sharon was going to be effect by her past.

Irwin had never known what had caused the rift with her parents and it’s not like she had siblings that he could ask. She said that it wasn’t a big thing, but if that was the case then why hadn’t she seen them in years. Sometimes he thought that the only reason she married him was to escape her parents. He did happen to come around at the right time and he did promise to take care of her. Somehow, she needed to be rescued but that changed real quickly when she felt more secure.

Sharon had this inner strength that no one could quite understand. She seemed rather vain, but this was more of a mask to the real problem. What other’s thought about her weighed too heavily on her mind and even more, it carried on to her own family. Sharon was an upstanding figure in the community and she was proud of her accomplishments. Her own daughter was shining in her own way. She was famous for god-sake and that alone made her proud. It’s unfortunate that there was that one thing she couldn’t live with… her thinking that she was gay. She was sure that Dana would change her way of thinking… or make sure she see the light with her own help. After all… you weren’t supposed to act on those kinds of feelings.. or so she was told.

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Roxy felt as if she would’ve been better off being that prisoner back in that god-forsaken hell hole. The wind had kicked up and erased the tracks that she had been following. What started out as a hopeful journey out of the desert, turned into a horrendous sandstorm. She tried to find shelter when the wind first started to pick up, but it was hopeless. These things had a habit of coming on quickly. It was all she could do to protect her face from the stinging pain of the sand blasting her eyes. Roxy burrowed down against some brush.