This is my second Fan Fiction on this website, and I'm sorry for not updating my other story in a while, but I'm not sure if I will continue with that story. But if you want to check out my other stories. I have a few on Look for BloodRedPetals21, same name as this account! And I'm really sorry guys, it's just that I've got a lot of crap going on right now. I'll make it up to you though, I promise! :) So please enjoy this little Fanfic I had just thought up!

Prologue

10!...

The sound of excited squeals fill the air, people holding each other tightly with love and affection.

9!...

A slow grin pulls on my face when I look over to Edward's excited smile. The bright lights from inside almost make his golden spun hair glow to a bright highlighter colour.

8!...

I notice the tiny snow flakes that cling to his eyelashes and kiss his cheeks every time he blinks.

7!...

He's speaking, but I can't hear the words that come from his mouth. On the other side of him, victoria- his girlfriend of 2 months- is clinging to his hand and tugging excitedly.

6!...

My eyes avert to their join hands, fingers intertwined together. Victoria leans over and flashes me an excited grin and I force one back.

5!...

She squeezes Edward's hand to catch his attention, he brings his beautiful golden eyes down from the snow falling sky to look at Victoria. She kisses his cheek and his cheeks flush, but a small smile is on his face. I see the affection twinkle in his eyes and it tears me apart.

4!...

I love him. I love Edward Elric so much it hurts. I've known him since birth, I know him inside out, better than he knows himself. And I love him, but he loves her. Tears spring in my eyes when I look down at our joined hands. His gloved hand is hard and cold from the automail I had built for him. He feels nothing in this hand. I let go of his hand and take a step back from him.

3!...

Edward looks over at me with concern and confusion in his eyes; I can almost swear I see a little hurt reflecting in them. I stare at him as if he were a stranger. His mouth moves, but again, I hear nothing. He releases hands from Victoria and takes a step toward me, his voice is so distant, but I can hear the worry in his voice. I can see Victoria looking over at me, also with concern. I hate her. I hate her because she stole Edward from me. I hate her because he's with her and not with me. But how can I blame him? He doesn't know that I'm in love with him.

2!...

He reaches out to me, gently taking a hold of my right wrist with his right arm- his automail arm. The tears spill over my cheeks because I know I've lost him, he never used to touch me with his automail hand, in fact, he used to avoid it at all costs. So I do the one think I swore I would never do.

1!

I kiss him. On the lips. It's sloppy and quick. He tenses up, I can feel it. But I can also hear Victoria's surprised gasp. She doesn't deserve it, not at all. No matter how much I hate her. I pull back quickly to see Edward's wide golden eyes. I search for answers, but all I see is a swirl of emotions. They go too fast, I can't pin point one.

"I'm sorry."

It's as if the my words are his wake up call, waking him from his moment of complete shock. His brows furrow together and I see the bright colours flash across Edward's face. They've set the fireworks off, but why can't I hear it?

"Winry..."

His voice is low and undeciferable. For the first time in our lives, I can't read his emotions. It makes me hate Victoria all the more. His automail hand drops from my wrist and I know whatever kind of friendship we have is over. The thought brings out a whimper from me. The tears come harder when Victoria marches from behind Ed with a horrible frown pulled on her pretty little face. She glares at me and screams. But it's like I've gone deaf, I hear no else's voice except for Ed's. We both ignore her presence and Ed continues to stare at me. He attempts to make eye contact, but I stare at his lips. I want to kiss him again. What horrible timing.

"Winry."

He says again, but this time more sure of himself. I already know what he's going to say and I don't want to hear it. Another firework erupts in the sky with a loud pop, but this time I hear it, and this time, I take off running the opposite direction from Ed and Victoria. I can hear Edward's voice calling after me and his heavy boots softly crunching the snow beneath our feet. I also hear Victoria's voice, but I don't think she's chasing after us.

Why is he still following me?

I push through the crowd of people all watching the firework show, I pray to whatever god that's out there that I lose him in the crowd. I make a sharp right and run into the clear streets. Freshly covered with a thick coating of snow, it makes it harder to run, and if I don't go faster, Edward will catch up.

"Winry! Stop!"

I'm almost at the end of the street, reaching the intersection. Suddenly, a black van comes swirving out from my left side and screeches to a stop right in front of me. Before I know what's going on, the side door is pulled open and I'm yanked inside.

"NO!"

Ed cries, running faster. His horror filled face is the last thing I see before the door slams shut and takes off in a random direction. A hand with a white cloth covers my mouth to keep me from screaming. Something wet covers my mouth, giving off a scent that makes my nose burn and makes me feel tired. I struggle to stay alive, doing my best to push the hand that is covering my mouth and nose. It would be so much easier to just fall asleep, but I don't want to die yet. I'm about to graduate to my last year of high school! My life was just getting ready to start!

But then I think of Edward's calculating stare after I kissed him. If I make this out alive, how would I ever be able to face him? Will he even forgive me? Maybe 3 weeks after I disappear, would he even remember my name? Would he care?

These thoughts only tempt me to just let go, slip into the promising darkness, so long as I don't wake up. So I do, I allow myself to slip into the promising darkness, at least here, I won't have to think about anything.

1 year and 7 months later

I lay in a dingy, cold, and putrid smelling cell. My back to the jail doors as I stare at the cement wall. It's dark in here and I can see my own breathe, but I feel nothing. I've been laying in this room for hours, that I'm simply incapable of feeling the cold that seeps into my bones, freezing me inside out. My body is scarred and bruised, my ribs hurt every time I take in a breath, I think they've broken a few. I'm sore near my lower regions, but it makes sense. I've had at least 5 different guys attack me at once; it had lasted hours, maybe years, I wouldn't know.

Every day since my captivity, all I've been able to think about was Edward. Despite what happened the day I was taken, I still love him, and I still pray that he's going to come and rescue me, it's futile and pathetic, but it's all I've got right now. I've got nothing else to lose with nothing to do except wait for when they want me again. I wait for the beatings, the verbal abuse, the new drugs that want me to test out, or if they just want a good fuck. That's all I am now, useless, pathetic, a whore, nothing. If I ever make it out alive, Edward would never want me. He'd be disgusted with the horrible things I've done in the last 9 months.

I'm ugly, disgusting, a whore, a waste of life, and my only soul purpose is to be used whenever necessary. Or at least that what Ron says. He's told me this every single day, now I'm starting to believe it. I see no point in trying to escape any more. I might as well die. I shudder a shaky breath, careful with the pain in my lungs. I roll over onto my back with a pitiful groan. I stare up at the ceiling. A busted lamp hangs above my head, a vent that could probably fit me inside, and cracks all along the ceilings and walls. I turn my head to the left; a single bed that I don't dare use, my blood and other substances that I don't want to know of stains the covers. The bed sheets are messy from when they guys came in earlier. In the far left corner from my bed is a filthy toilet and a sink that spits out brown water and a shower with no curtains.

On my right side, right beside me is the heavy titanium door locked from the outside. A small square window and a tray slot for my food. On the cement walls, there are cracks and dark stains on the wall, I can't help but wonder if they are bloodstains; they probably are. On the wall opposite to my "wash room" are chains with hand cuffs. 2 for my wrists and 2 for my feet, on the floor is the leather costume they'd make me wear some times. And if I'm lucky enough, they'll some times get me a different outfit.

Beside me is a tally of how long I've been in here. And if I'm correct, it's August 21'st, my birthday, today I turn 18. I wonder how many more birthday's I'll have to live through in this lonely cell. I wonder what Ed's doing, or Granny, or Al, or Roy, what about Riza, Rebecca, Jean, Mei? Surely that haven't forgotten about me, what if they don't even remember my birthday? And for the first time, in a long time since I've been in here, I cry. I cry long and hard, but quiet, not wanting to attract attention from Ron or the others. I'd get in trouble, Ron says girls are ugly when they cry, and that's why I'm not a loud to cry. But I do it anyway. It's almost hard to breathe with my broken ribs and all. But that's why I cry, I cry for the pain that I've suffered since my time here, I cry because I never told Ed that I love him, I cry because I'll never be the girl that I once was, and I cry because I've come to the terms that I really don't want to die. No matter what Ron and the others say.

I cry because I'm angry as well. I'm angry at all the god's for punishing me like this, for punishing me for something I don't even deserve. I've been a good girl all my life, I was even still a virgin before Ron kidnapped me! I wanted to save myself for Edward because I thought that in the end, we were going to be together. I must have been crying for hours because when I finally stop, my eyes hurt and my throat feels like I swallowed acid. I wish it's all a dream, I know my feeble attempts are useless, but I wish anyway. I wish that I could just wake up with Edward laying beside me, playing video games, and Al yelling at him for leaving a mess in the kitchen. I wish for Jean cracking jokes about Rebecca and she would get angry at him for it. I wish for Roy and Riza quietly conversing together in what looks like an intimate conversation, and I wish for Granny smoking her pipe out on the front porch with Den laying at my feet.

I just wish that it would all end. So I close my eyes and fall asleep, hoping for better dreams...