Summary: A 250 word drabble depicting the taunting thoughts of an incarcerated Faith and the one thought that drives her to reform. One Shot.

Disclaimer: I don't own the character – just the writing.

Author Notes: None really. I'd love to hear anyone's thoughts on this. Good? Terrible? Do I need any improvements anywhere? Comments/Constructive Criticism is always wanted!

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Here, you have only the voices in your head as friends.

Friends. That's an overstatement.

With the few real friends you actually have, those voices are most certainly not your friends.

Each and every day, they taunt you with the events of your past.

Each and every day, they scream at you, shouting the things you really are.

You're a liar, you're a thief, you're a traitor. You're a sinner; you're an assassin. Even the title 'slayer' was bestowed to you. And that's all you are. You live for the kill. Embrace it. It's all you can do.

Then more familiar words ring. Words you yelled into the air, hoping once you said them, you'd be free of the shame. You're nothing! Disgusting! Murderous bitch! You're nothing! You're disgusting!

Suddenly, you snap your eyes open, sick of the fact that all you face with your eyes shut is the intensity of the harsh words. You take a deep breath. And then, another.

I'd like to make a confession, you said once. And you've made that confession, paying for it in here.

You're not Christ, able to resurrect the dead. You're not Superman, able to rotate around the world to turn back time.

No, you're only human. And humans make mistakes. You're no different. But unlike some others, you're going to try to atone for them.

You calmly close your eyes.

You're only human.

You'll do good, someday. You'll be good, again, someday.

And that alone gets you through the days.