BeastofEden

Our flight back to Costa Rica was mostly silent. Owen was battling a hangover and I was his pillow, so you can imagine how I felt.   First it was "my head hurts." Then  "I need some water," or "I feel sick."    It was like dealing with a kid trying to avoid school. I should know, I was one of those kids. I just sat and stroked his hair as he moaned, obliviously uncomfortable in my lap.   I seriously think our stewardess was fully annoyed with us.   We disembarked the Jurassic ferry later that day. The harsh sunlight pierced my eyes.   Owen groaned, still half asleep, and raised his hand to block the light.   "Owen!" Someone shoute

  The bitter Siberian winter bit my skin. The small space of my train car barely let me have room to turn around.   A sharp throbbing pain erupted into my skull. My deep growl reverberated across the space as I winced at the pain. Everyday was the same. Everyday, the pain, the show, more pain.   My eyes were always wrong. Always showing me what wasn't there.  I would take a step one way and run into a wall on the other side of the car.   It was always the same drill everyday. The train would slow, the humans would be handed a stack of leaves, I would be stabbed at with sharp, metal sticks, I would preform. Jump through hoops of fire, st