Insomnia was a bitch Kaitlyn looked at the clock and saw 2:02 staring back at her. It looked like she wasn't going to be receiving any sleep tonight either due to her nerves deciding to attack her if she so much as rubbed the sheets. She crawled out of the bed and made her way into the shower. Kaitlyn proceeded to take a body temperature bath. Taking a bath was more comfortable than being battered by water spraying at high pressure. Having the temperature the same as her body even if she wished she could take a hotter one set her nerves at ease while she took the bath and cleaned up. When she finally got out of the bath and began dressing for bed again she looked at the clock and it was 2:20. After that bath she was feeling rather awake so she found her notebook and crawled into bed again.

Kitten wasn't keeping a journal or a diary that didn't last more than the first four pages or so. She began writing a book. Even if her true dream was to one day be cured of what was wrong with her she knew she needed other hopes. So she wanted to one day be an author. 

[b]Power is a curse every bit as a blessing. Those words haunted a young girl who was laying awake looking at the fire burning above her as she was pinned to the floor as the building burned around her. Child you have the power to save yourself merely open your self to it. 
	“No death is what I deserve after what he did to me. I am nothing more than a dirty pig who should die no one will miss me.” She yelled at the voice that seemed to float from the fire. 
	You stubborn girl you should never let any person have this control over you. Your life has touch many if you die here you cannot touch any more. That will cause more deaths you are destined to do great things. As the voice finished speaking the fires around the girl seemed to coalesce into a box with a blue burning circle on it. 
	“How do you know that and who are you?” She yelled. I know what I needed. Everything vanished and the girl was suddenly just laying on a soft bed and a girl about her age was laying next to her. Her hair was a gentle black that seemed to have blue tones. Her eyes fluttered open and she was holding the blanket close to her chest. “Hello?” the new girl asked. 
	“Hi, Where am I and who are you?.”
	“You may simply call me Hecate.” Hecate answered.
	“Hecate...My name is Kaitlyn.” Kaitlyn responded.
	“Dear you are telling me nothing I don't already know. You are one of my children. You should start embracing the gift I gave you.”[/b]
She finally passed out it wasn't a good sleep but it was something to charge the batteries. Her need of energy overrode her ability to feel pain for a period of time. She opened her eyes again and found that the clock said it was 11:20. "Crap." She got out of bed and proceeded to dress carefully for classes. remembering her gloves. She began running she made it into the main school building and was looking for her classroom when her left knee buckled and she hit the ground hard enough to cause a resounding smack which could barely be heard over the sound of her screaming as she rolled on the floor and all of her nerves said that she was in trouble.