A Fellowship For Life

The days were difficult for a woman named Torrie. Her blonde hair could cause any man within her line of sight to pause in wonder and sure awe at her beauty. Her blue eyes could paint a vivid picture of a long, clear stream with more abundance than what was ever thought possible. Her smooth and silky skin was the envy of all the women that surrounded her at her local college. Her body portions could cause any man that was in a committed relationship to attempt to forsake everything and join her in her astonishing journey of life.

Even still, her mind was never filled with content. She could fulfill any dream that her heart desired because of her Parent's Wealth and Dominion surrounding their local community. She had been given the finest education since her preschool years. She could decyfer any riddle or clue in life that would cause others to studder and feel inadequate. Thus, her popularity and, thereby, jealousy would rival anyone in her social surroundings.

She was happy in every sense of the word but there was something in the dark that drew her away from this so-called perfect life. She had never met an addiction that she didn't like. She was obsessed with fitting in and ridiculing anyone else that didn't agree with her. She was a bully in every sense of the word to everyone that was once captivated by her but chose to search her heart and discover the vulnerable young woman that rested within. What they discover was someone that carried a metaphorical suit of armor with her whenever she was within the public eye but, at last, when she was by herself and without her encouraging peers she was alone and miserable.