Authors's Note: So yea _ my time dimensions are going to be quite a bit off, but just bear with me okay? lol and also my spelling is horrid. I've had this idea for a Fanfiction for a very long time. I'm really pretty bad at writing but this was really eating away at me ._. So if you don't like it, go away? haha. yea. and if it's really really bad, let me know alright?

Trust me. I will stop if it's awful. BUT here ya go I guess.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of it's characters.

91 years, 274 days, 9 hours, and 12 minutes. You had been here 91 years, 274 days, 9 hours and 12 minutes. Depression had set in long ago. Who were you without him? He had been everything you had. Your whole world balled into one person. Your dreams, your nightmares. Your happiness, and your sadness, your hope and your determination. He had been your reason for breathing.

And he was gone.

You had given up the thought of him still being alive long ago. His reginerative powers would never work again. Hope was pointless. You would never see him again. You'd never get to laugh at that crazy look he always seemed to have in his eye again. Never get to hug him when you were upset.

Your name was Ookami Akane. Your body was tired and drained. Your head a swirling concotion of dizzy, aching pain and anger. Your heart, the same one that used to be filled with so much love, hope, and dreams of the future, was fractured and broken. And for all intents and purposes, it was dead.

91 years, 274 days, 9 hours, and 15 mintues.

You heard the cell door scrape across the ground. But you did not care. They were simply here to change out the fluids being pumped in and out of your body. Nobody had come in here for anything else for 90 years. You had stopped eating after the first year, You'd lost hope escaping. They wanted you alive. to suffer for the rest of eternity. To wallow in misery until you were broken. So they hooked you up to a feeding tube. And they had hung you upside down, the blood being pooled in your head kept you from moving. Keeping your limbs asleep.

Something was wrong. Through the fog in your mind you could feel it. It was pulling you out, waking you up, and at the same time shoving you down, sufficating you. Spirtual pressure. Strong spirtual pressure.

For the first time in 90 years you opened your eyes. And saw nothing. It must of been night, it was so dark. Annoyed, you concentrated as much as you could, but you still saw nothing.

What the hell? They never come this far in.

'Well arent ya just pitiful?' A taunting voice seemed to say from everywhere. You glared haughtily at nothing. If I could only see.

There was a slight pressure from behind your head, and then...nothing.

Sorry this one is ridiculous short. I'm just testing it, seeing how it goes. The next one is already started. I just wanted to throw this one out there now.

Please review, so I know how I'm doing :) thankyou!