Thoughts and memories were the rules that they lived by. They were the rules that their head had given them. If they tried to break them they would remind them vividly in their dreams, their nightmares never letting them forget. They were a bad person they knew that, the rules never failing to remind them. They had tried so many times to break them in the last thirty-six years since the first memory became the first rule. Then from nowhere twenty-three years after the last memory had become the last rule their past caught up with them, forcing them to change, to be strong, forcing the rules to change. They won the battle they were still alive but the war was yet to be won. In a place deep within her she cried out for help, she was heard and the strangest string of events was woven. A voice answered a voice she recognized, she trusted it, she listened and went with it.Together they faced the long journey and they began to understand the deceit, the lies, and the untruths that the rules had told them and they began to break them one by one, it was a long road, but their friend gave them courage, courage they didn’t know they had until they stared the last rule face to face, eye to eye, and said “NO, we are who we are, you do not own us anymore. We are me we are Chrissie”. With a tender kiss and a gentle smile he left them with a friendship never to be forgotten. They woke and silently they began to live her way. They are still learning but thanks to their friend every time she smiles they remember and thank him for giving to them the person she is the person that through him they found, the one who saved them, the one who cared CHRISSIE.