A poem depicting Ingrid's relationship with Klaus, and why she refused to ever let love touch her afterwards. Rated T for what is suggested and the generally dark theme. Set pre-Barry.

Taking the scalpel in hand, Astrid dove the tip into the beginning of the small bird's throat. Slowly and evenly she brought the blade cleanly and easily down the thin torso. She opened the chest cavity effortlessly, like the zipper of a infant's coat. The meloncholy beauty reminded her of something but she couldn't quite place it. Claire. It reminded her of her beautiful Claire

The season of change is in the air. My past lives have come to a close. I have moved onward to this new life; one where I understand who I am but I can never take for granted for who I was. Astrid POV

This is a poem I did for school for my book report. I think it turned out pretty well considering I normally have trouble when "pressured" to write something. IT's about Astrid's life and travels through her foster homes, please read and REVIEW!

What if Ingrid had been found guilty? Oneshot.