Abandoned, Book Two: The Chronicles of the Smiths

Chapter One: Let's Not Play Pretend

8:30 PM EST 2012, United States of America, Buffalo, New York
Buffalo Psychiatric Ward, exactly two years later.

It was raining in September, not a very odd sight at all in New York. She had been sitting on the cot in her room, staring at the raindrops as they slid their way down her window. She couldn't remember much, just that she arrived here one day and even though the ward had been closed for quite sometime, had been allotted to stay there. She wasn't insane, by a doctor's account anyway, this was simply the only place for a girl that couldn't recall even her name much less where she came from or how she got here. All she knew was what they had told her, her caretakers. She was at least seventeen years old and a blood test had concurred that she was not cancerous or disease ridden in that sense.

Still though, she often wondered who she was or if somewhere she had a family looking for her. They called her Jane here, but she knew that was only because she was a "Jane Doe" case in their eyes. She turned from the window and walked over to her bureau. She gently picked up her brush and for the millionth time examined her features as she brushed out her hair. She had long dark golden hair that was oddly mixed with brunette and reached just to her lower back. Her eyes were an emerald green but often she found that they changed shades as the day wore on. Her face was oval shaped with not many defining features. She was simply average and that's what baffled both investigators and herself. She looked no one and she was no one. Her cell phone vibrated next to her. She set the brush aside and picked up her cell phone. She only had her caretakers numbers in her contacts and so she was surprised to read a very unfamiliar number as she opened a text message.

'Hello Jane, My name is Stanley Smith. You do not know me, but I know a lot about you. We shared a life together once, Jane and I do believe you've lost it. I just thought it'd be fair of me to report that you are in very real danger at the psychiatric ward. You're caregivers are not all that they seem. You're case was never 'investigated', Jane. They lied to you. They know who you are, Jane, just as I do. If you want to live your life, I suggest you find me.

- Stan

P.S. Here's your clue:

Though you think you do not know me,
We share a past.
The answers you look for are within me,
Time is running fast.
Look for me at sundown,
Where many flags do fly.
You'll find me at the waters,
Where revolutionary stakes were high.'

Jane shivered and closed the text message. She felt something stir inside of her at the sender's message. Danger? She'd never been hurt here before and her caretakers seemed nice enough. This person was a joke, they had to be. But still, Jane thought about her time in the ward. She'd asked them hundreds of questions when they brought the investigators in, but they'd only asked her one. She'd answered it, but something had happened. They'd always told her she blacked out, that it must have been a result from the stress of arriving in Buffalo and waking up at the ward. But a smell, she remembered it, a smell had lingered around her. It was sweet and strong, something she had never experienced before as far as she could recollect. It was almost poisonous. Was it there before or after she had passed out? She couldn't
remember, but something was very odd and deeply upsetting about the memory.

She shivered again as she heard her door creak open and someone step inside. "Jane," the person who had welcomed themselves into her quarters called to her, "It's time for dinner, dear."

AN: I'm terribly sorry about all of the unfinished stories I have going. I realize it looks bad to say that as I'm posting this, but here's what I'd like to do. I'm going to focus solely on this story and fixing up and re-posting old chapters for Abandoned. Once this is finished or almost so, I want to start going back and fixing up and finishing all of my other unfinished works that were either presents for friends or forgotten works. Audrey, I swear I'll get to your story, but I want to get out of my hole of unfinished works first.

Arya: She swears she feels bad about all of this and not to worry that she will still post the occasional late-night one-shot, poemfic/songfic, or poem for you when she's in-between chapters for this.

Annabeth: As for Stan, we'll get back to work on Phantom probably this weekend so we can get that finished and done for you.

Ajihad: We you all thank for patient being her with ^^

Athena: With all that said, sadly she does not own anything of Scooby Doo and a few of what are considered OC's are based off of real people that she knows and has permission from to use in her stories. Enjoy and please leave a nice review for her :)