Thanks a lot to everyone who read and reviewed my oneshot, 'Oh Mother.' Since that seemed to do well, I thought I'd try a story, so here's the first chapter! Thanks for clicking on the little link to read it! :D

Prologue

She sat in the dark shadowy park of Albert Square, swinging back and forth on the swing. The day had gone badly in every single way possible. First, she'd found out that he'd lied to her; he'd never even told her the truth. Then, when she'd finally revealed her identity, she'd been rejected by the person she'd dreamed of meeting her whole life. How could they be so cruel? She should've been there; in a bridesmaid dress with her mother and celebrating a wedding with her real family. Instead here she was, all alone. Danielle Jones looked into the twilight sky at the sparkling stars. Who in this world could she trust now?

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core,
Where I've become so numb without a soul,
My spirit sleeping somewhere cold,
Until you find it and lead it back home.

Veronica Mitchell lowered her toast to her father and drank from her glass, startled when something too heavy to be champagne hit her lip. She stared into the glass. There was the locket, just like Danielle had said it would be. With bated breath, she opened the locket. There was a picture of her, when she was younger – and looked just like Danielle. Why didn't she see any of this before? Danielle had been so eager to get to know her, never missed on opportunity to speak to her, even if she would get snubbed. Ronnie should have know there was more to her than she'd thought. And, she thought with an angry jolt, looking up, she should have known better than to trust her father and think he'd changed.

Wake me up inside,
Wake me up inside,
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Bid my blood to run before I come undone,
Save me from the nothing I've become.

"Danielle?" Stacey stood outside her house, shocked when she saw her blonde friend coming towards her, shaking and crying, looking as if the world was about to come to an end. "Dan, what happened?"
Through her tear filled eyes, Danielle looked at Stacey, opened her mouth to speak and broke down in heavy cries in her friend's arms. The only distinguishable word she managed to get out was "Ronnie." But that was all the explanation Stacey needed to understand.
"Aw Dan." Stacey slid her arm around the distraught Danielle, guiding her inside. "Ronnie Mitchell don't deserve you anyway. Come on, it's you and me against the rest of the world."

Now that I know what I'm without,
You can't just leave me.
Breathe into me and make me real,
Bring me to life.

"You liar!"
There was so much hate and contempt in the two words Ronnie had uttered, the whole pub fell silent. She glared across the table at her father, at that moment, wishing him nothing but a slow and painful death. She remembered her words a few months ago when she'd seen him for the first time in years. "I'll kiss your grave when you're dead." Never before had she felt such a strong desire to do the deed herself and carry out that promise.
"Ronnie?" Peggy asked cautiously, alarmed
Shaking with anger, Ronnie thrust the locket into the older woman's face. "She was telling the truth, Auntie Peg! Look! Just look at it! And he," she said, her voice rising shrilly, "made out she had some sort of mental problem and she was lying!"
"She was lying!" Archie said, his voice louder than his daughter's. "She's a disturbed young woman; you all saw the state she was in!"
"Then explain this!" she shrieked, striding to him and brandishing the locket at him. "Go on, explain it! Why else would she have it?!"
"Archie, what's going on? Tell me, please!"
"I'll tell you what's going on Auntie Peg!" Ronnie said, not caring that all of Albert Square were watching, shocked. "He told me my daughter was dead when she wasn't! Now she's here! My daughter is Danielle, and he's been trying to keep up apart! How could you do this to me?!" The angry woman shoved the silver locket into her sister's hands and ran out into the night.

Wake me up inside,
Wake me up inside,
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Bid my blood to run before I come undone,
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Bring me to life.

Stacey sat on her bed, watching Danielle sleep in the bed across from her. She'd cried herself to sleep; her heartbreaking sobs were the worst sound ever. Stacey was angry. If there was one thing that was important to her, it was friend loyalty. Danielle had always been a loyal friend to her and the one thing Stacey had wanted to do was to storm down to the Queen Victoria right at that moment and give that Ronnie Mitchell a piece of her mind. Stacey shook her head. She couldn't believe her friend was even the daughter of someone as cold and heartless as Ronnie was. How could someone as gentle and kind as Danielle be born to a woman who gave her up for adoption and cruelly rebuffed her when she came to find her? Stacey's own mother might be erratic at times, but even with her Bipolar Disorder, she'd never be that spiteful. "Who'd want a daughter like you?" That had to be the nastiest thing you could ever say to your own child. Aside from all the other things she'd said like. "I didn't regret giving my daughter away."

Frozen inside without your touch, without your love,
Darling, only you are the life among the dead.
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see,
Kept in the dark but you were right there in front of me.
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems,
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul,
Don't let me die here, there must be something more.
Bring me to life.

In desperate panic, Ronnie ran down the road as fast as her high heels would allow her, leaving Archie shouting vindictive words after her. She didn't care what he was saying; all that she cared about was the one person whose name kept going through her head. "Danielle, Danielle, Danielle." Her Amy. Ronnie stumbled through the Slaters' gate and pounded hard on the door.
"Danielle! Danielle!" She hit the door hard with her fists and shouted; "DANIELLE!" so loudly, she though her throat would split.
A light inside switched on and a figure, unmistakably that of Stacey, came hurrying down the stairs. She opened the door on the chain, her face set and angry. "What d'you want Ronnie?"
"Where's Danielle?!"
"She don't want to see you. You had your chance Ronnie and you blew it."
"Let me see her!"
"Didn't you hear me? She don't wanna see you. She cried herself to sleep cos of what you did; the Mitchell family have destroyed another life."
"Stacey, please! She's my daughter!"
Stacey looked coldly at the woman and said, "bye Ronnie," before shutting the door in her face.
Shaking with anger, hurt and sobs, Ronnie turned from the door as Stacey's figure went upstairs and the light was tuned off. Wandering back onto the square, she looked behind her at the window that was Stacey and Danielle's bedroom. Drawing in her breath, she shouted; "DANIELLE!" before sinking onto the pavement, feeling more alone than ever.

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