Found this sitting in some obsure folder on the old computer and was orginally written for an different fandom. Whilst its very old its still unbeta'd so I apologise for any mistakes.
I don't own any character rights or any rights associated with CSI.
I carve out a name separate from my soul. I carry out my existence separate from my home. No one knows the person who I am but who I have become. No one knows why I fail to sleep at night; I only just managing to make it through the day. They turn blind to my pain, blind to my happiness; they just see the void, the void that my emotions they cannot see has caused.
It's why I ran you see, ran from this world of hypocrisy. All know what has happened, all know of my past, the past that explains my strive my attitude but to them I'm moody to them I just don't care.
Fight or flight is what is said, battle for your existence or give up and cower. Fight for what? The label human…no been there done that, I've got the scars upon my heart to prove it, you only have to take a second and you can see. No I took flight out of this spiral of dehumanisation to the point I was a robot used only for the all mighty to manipulate to their benefit. So I took flight, opportunity knocked on my door though normally so softly I fail to hear but this time it was like a drill in my ear.
The wake up call of other peoples 'could have beens' tells me its time to move on. I look at a picture of us from New Years Eve and smile before placing it in the last of my boxes and taping it shut.
Thank You for reading.
Jess