(DragonWriter664 just tagging you since it's about Lis! Thought you might wanna read it. X3)

     Lis sighed as she sat down on the edge of her bed. It had been another day of work; nothing difficult, simply a little boring. In her opinion, boring was difficult, however.

     She kicked her custom made shoes off and shoved them under her bed before she turned her lamp on, then she looked around her room. She wanted to do something relaxing, but she wasn't sure what.

     Unable to decide between playing on her tablet or drawing, she got to her feet and walked into her little kitchen so she could make herself dinner. It would most likely be something microwaveable tonight, as she didn't feel like cooking. She didn't even feel like eating, but she knew she needed to get all of her calories in.

     After microwaving some leftover chicken noodle soup, she walked into the living room, set her bowl on the coffee table, grabbed the TV remote, then sat in her chair before searching for something interesting to watch. She settled for Lady and the Tramp.

     She watched as she ate, though she only half paid attention. Her mind was three thousand miles away. She was thinking about that day, thinking about RJ, and thinking about her father. Oh, how she missed him. Especially right now. She had so, so many questions for him right now.

     One particular question was "why"? Why hadn't he told her the truth? About herself, or about her mother? And why couldn't she remember most of what had happened?

     She finished her food despite having lost her appetite as depression flooded her senses. She got up and set her bowl in the dishwasher, then she turned the TV off before walking into her room.

     She supposed she couldn't guess why her father hadn't told her the truth, but it didn't make the truth hurt any less. And she still had so many unanswered questions. Maybe she could find someone that had worked with her father. Maybe he or she would have the answers she desired.

     The purple lizard got into her pajamas before curling up under the electric blanket and covers on her bed. For a long while she simply stared at the wall as she thought. The more she thought, the more sad she became, and this was usually how it worked. Some of the time, her cheerfulness was a facade. Most of the time it truly was genuine, but only because she felt happy when she wasn't alone or when she wasn't thinking about all of these things.

     No one ever seemed to notice the pain behind the smile.

     After staring at the wall several minutes longer, she finally sighed, turned the lamp off, and closed her eyes. Soon, she'd be asleep, and the pain would no longer bother her. She wished that she wouldn't ever wake up...

     After all, who would want to live life not knowing the truth?