A.N: Revised(14) I revised yet again. I am adding more to the story. More scenes, more dialogues.

To those who have not read this story, WELCOME to my fan-fic band wagon! This was my first attempt at LOTR fic. Its a 'girl falls into middle-earth' story that takes place years prior to the LOTR but after the hobbit. Just a FYI. My mission is to take a overly abused idea and and abuse it more! Haha. But really, I just making it my own (not claiming!). Overall I hope you'll find it interesting and give it a chance.

I do not own LOTR! Declaim!

Title: Second Chance at another life

Full Summary: A young girl named Amelia was at the tender age of 16 when she meet her death. In deep depths of water, Amelia's body lingered. Not breathing or moving, until suddenly Amelia woke up and swam to shore. Her old life was gone and her second life began in Middle Earth. However her new life came with consequences. While being haunted by dreams, Amelia struggled to adapt to her new life. In time She'll build friendships and understood the true meaning of family. (Coming of age) All in Ameila's POV. Prior to LOTR. T for some chapters.

(This chapter is rated T, for violence.)

Prologue: First Life Ends

I was late. It's never proven well to be late. I rushed across the street with a newspaper as my shield against the pouring rain. I made across the street before the light changed. The rain was endlessly and the fog thickened. It was hard to see beyond a few feet ahead. The thunderclouds rumbled and grew darker with time. I moaned with irritation because now my clothes were drenched and my socks were soggy. My shoes squeaked to every movement I made. The neighborhood I past through was on the outskirts of Stockton. The Central Valley of California.

I left my school after I assisted with tutoring. Its something I did as an afternoon program. It looked good on college application. All my hard work and determination were driven by grand hopes for a better future. My past and present were a void and did not exist. No time for friends or foolish romance. My ambition was greater than to be married right out of high school like my mother and sister. The first year of romance was always an illusion of happiness and then reality sets in. Then came the drinking, drugs and yelling. Only two more years of this pit hole and I'll graduate out of high school. Then I am gone and never look back at my pitiful life.

I rounded a corner down to my street. Most people would call my neighborhood the ghetto area and it was true to its name. There were young men in their late teens, no more than two years older than me. They stood next to a white car with baggy pants, long shirts and walked with a fake limp. They smoked and talked nonsense. I frowned and shook my head in dismay. It would be best not to look in their direction and quickly pass by undetected. These parts of the city got rough.

Suddenly to my utter alarm, one them whistled at me. I looked over at them and noticed an older man who was intimidating by nature. He smiled at me which made my skin crawl. "Come on over baby." He offered in a smoldering voice. Fear jumped into my chest and I hurried away. When I took off, I swear I heard them laughing and howling from a distance.

Once I was out of their sight, I neared my house. The neighborhood was small with two story homes from before the 1970's. They were all old and trashed. I stopped abruptly to the old car outside my house and my heart clenched painfully. I swallowed hard. It was my father's old Toyota. He was home early. I didn't expected him home until 8:30pm and it was barely six.

I sighed for I knew this was not going to be a good night. When my father was home bad events followed. When I gathered my courage, I went inside and my house reeked with pot and liquor as it did the night before. With the best effort I tried not to cough. Quietly, I observed the surroundings and I saw my father in front the television in his old chair. Several empty cans of beer sprawled on the floor. He seemed to be passed out. He must have been home longer than I thought. I tried to move undetected but these old wooden floors squeaked to my weight. I clenched my hands tightly and sighed. I heard a slurred voice. "Amelia?"

My father twisted his head toward me and his voice deepened. "Where have you been?"

I stopped and closed my eyes solemnly. With a deep sigh, I faced my father and with the best efforts I mustered a soft smile. "Sorry dad, my afternoon program took longer than expected." I offered an excuse with a calm voice. It was true but my dad didn't like me tutoring. He would say why help others who don't help you?

Sluggishly, my father rose from his chair. He carried a can of beer in his hand. My father was a rather large man with large hands. His short brown hair had grey streaks. His clothing stained with car oil and other stuff I did not know. As he got closer, I smelt the heavy aroma of alcohol. I stood my ground…shakily. He took another swig of his beer before he questioned, "Afternoon program? I don't remember ever enrolling you in a afternoon program."

My eyebrows furrowed, you never took interest in what I do. I wanted to say but I bit my tongue. I learned the hard way not to argue with my father in this condition. He came closer and eyed me suspiciously, "I don't think so… You were with a boy, weren't you?"

My mouth dropped to his accusation as if I was my sister who snuck out to meet with boys and then got pregnant. It was absurd! I wanted desperately to shout at him but his rising tone concerned me. Only when he was drunk he became foolish and dangerous. I shook my head and answered truthfully, "No dad, there is no boy. I don't have a boyfriend. I was at school."

He frowned at me, not believing a single word I said, "Don't lie to me girl, you just like your sister, running off with boys and costing me more money."

"Dad, I was not with a boy!" I finally gave in to my temper, my voice rang through the halls. I shook with anger. Instantly, the look on my father's face changed dramatically from suspicious to fury. Fear grew in my chest and I immediately regretted my temper. Please just send me to my room, I mentally begged. I pursed my lips nervously.

"You do not talk to me like that." He voice stricken with anger. Before I knew his large hand slapped across my cheek. I yelped in pain and stumbled to the floor from the force. Tears brimmed over my eyes to my throbbing cheek. Swiftly, my hand covered my cheek to shield it from further abuse. Hesitantly I looked up at him through my blurred vision.

He towered over me and pointed his large finger at me, "You better learn respect little girl. You are not bring another mouth to this family." He roughly grabbed my arm and yanked me up to my feet. I whimpered from his action as he pulled me along toward the stairs, "I'll have it gone before then!" He shoved me toward the stairs. I came in contact with the steps and moaned in pain. "Get upstairs and I better not see your face for the rest of the night!"

I weakly stumbled up the stairs and out of his sight. The tears ran freely down my cheeks now. I sniffed as I reached to the top. Before me was a small hallway with two doors. One was wide open where my mother was passed out on her bed. Just where I left her this morning. Her addiction kept her a slave. I passed the door, no longer wanted to see that. Swiftly, I entered into my room and closed the door behind me.

With a heavy sigh, I attempted to control my emotions. I slowly approached my bed and sat down. My hand went up to my cheek as I caressed it. This was the worst place that I could ever imagine. An abusive father and a lovesick drug addict mother. No matter how cruel he was, mother still loved him. Even after his many affairs! No change. It will never changed. It was not a wonder why my sister married straight out of high school after she got pregnant. Anything to get away from him.

I for one, did not want that way out. My way out was through my own ambition. I looked at my wobbly nightstand. There was a medical book on top. I desired to be a doctor. To help those in need. That was my escape from this hell hole. Only two more years left. It seemed like a far off dream for a girl from the ghetto and no money. I'll find a way. I will leave my mark. I refuse to be branded: damaged. I wish I were somewhere else, anywhere but here.

In time

I jumped from my bed when I heard that voice. Circled around my room to find the source of it but nothing. Hesitantly, I glanced out my bedroom down the hallway but there were only sounds of the television. Maybe thats where I heard it but it sounded as if it was spoken next to me. Strange. I shook my head and ignored it. Gently, I closed my door and readied myself for sleep.

The following day was Saturday. Thank my lucky stars my father was called into work. I tried my best to avoid him as much as possible. When I woke up this morning, I was dressed and prepared to fulfill my volunteer work at the hospital. This would allow me to gain hands-on experience in the field. Anything helped to get me that much closer.

Before anything, first things first. I went to the mirror and looked at my reflection. In the mirror was just average girl. Shoulder length auburn hair with natural waves. My hazel eyes move over to my beige button nose and then to my bow curved lips. On the corner, there was a small cut. Groaned internally, I grabbed my makeup. I particularly didn't care for makeup but it was a gift from mother. She wanted me to always look my best but in this neighbor, looked 'your best' meant boys followed you. I was not interested in that.

I went to collect my cheap phone from the nightstand. Across from my bed was an empty bed that once belonged to my sister. Was it wrong to say I wanted to call my sister? She was the only one who understood what it was like to live under this roof. During her time here, she did her best to cover me from our father. Always the protective one. I flipped open the top and began to dial the number to her house line. Its been four months since I've spoken to her. The last time we saw each other we had a large argument. Words were exchanged and I have not seen her since.

I pressed the call bottom and waited. My heart dropped to every ring. She was home, I knew that but she avoided me. Sorrow filled me and I hung up the phone. Scars were deep and I put them there.

"What do you mean you marrying him?" I interrogated, sat on my bed and hugged my right leg to my chest. This bitter news came to me on summer's eve night after my father left for the bar. It didn't realized it until now, but he was happy that my sister was leaving. One less mouth to feed. "Your boyfriend is no different from father. It will be matter of time before he becomes him."

Natalie turned away from her packed suitcase, faced me with a frown. When it came to me, she kept her tempter in check even when I bashed her boyfriend. He was no different from the others. "He is nothing like father, he's a good man." She corrected, her voice firmed.

I scoffed and laughed without reason. I stood up from the bed with patronizing smile, "What lies has he been fill your head?"

"Amelia, he is the father of my baby..." She attempted to amend.

"Your baby?" I spat, interrupted her with my angry voice. Natalie instinctively backed away with her hands protecting her swollen stomach. The lid was off and my bottle emotions overflowed. "You got yourself pregnant! And now you're going to hide behind it as if it'll protect you."

"Amelia..." She tried.

"No." I stopped her mid-sentence, my face twisted with suppressed emotions, "You can be blind if you wish but I won't. You want to leave? Go and get married. But I don't want to see you again. You both can rot for all I can care."

Rash words. Thats all they were. If I was being truthful, I was angry because I would be alone. Here in this house, alone with my father where my mother lived oblivious to the truth. Now Natalie refused to talk to me. I burned her and I knew it. She was passive aggressive and her grudges would last for probably another several months. All I could do now was wait.

I left my room and quickly checked on my mother. Quietly I peaked into her room where she slept on the edge of the bed. Half of her body dangled off the side, threatened to fall. I frowned and went in further. Gently as possible, I rolled my mother onto her back and tucked her in. She moaned and whispered my name, "Amelia?"

Her swollen eyes cracked open and her hazel eyes found mine. At one time, my mother was quite the beauty until she got attached to drugs and drinking. I offered her a smile and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Morning mother." I whispered, as I grabbed her hand and gently squeezed it. My emotions swelled in my chest as I tried to hold it back. If only I could take my mother away from all this. "I bring you water and food."

I slipped out of her hand and left the room. During the time she under the 'influence', she never truly understood what's going on. Why must we live like this? It was usually my sister who did this in the mornings but the past several months I started to. With a deep sigh, I pushed back my emotions and went down stairs. The kitchen was a wreck with dirty dishes piled up and old food on the counter. I fixed her a small meal with a glass of water and brought it to her. By the time I returned, she past out again and softly snored. I left her food on the nightstand and gave her a soft peck on her forehead. I will get you out of this Mother.

I left the house and locked the door. I walked down the sidewalk with haste. No rain this morning but heavy smog filled the town. It looked depressing but it was the fall. It's would be this way for another couple of months. More than four houses down from mine, I passed by the same man from yesterday that whistled at me. He was our neighbor that I never took the time to greet. He leaned against his fence that surrounded his house. When he saw me, his eyes stay fixed on me. I tried not to look back and give him any encouragement. A smug developed on his lip as his looked up and down at me approvingly. I swallowed as I passed. Thankfully, he made no sound or said a word.

The day went by fast at the local clinic. I followed the doctor closely. He said I had potential and allowed me to learn under him directly. Patient after patient, he allowed me to perform the diagnostic on them. My predictions were often correct. The doctor smiled approvingly at my work. The smiles of appreciation that I received from the patients lifted up my sorrowful thoughts of home.

When my time at the clinic was done, I dreaded the idea of home. As I walked down the sidewalk, I looked at my phone to check the time. It was nearly 3pm and my father should be off from his early shift. To avoid another scenario, I decided to cross through the park. It wasn't exactly a good park but it was quick. I never pass through there unless it was urgent.

It became unsafe when gangs took over and parents wouldn't allowed their children to play. A playground was empty with the swing moved against the crisp wind. In the middle was an old and dirty pond with a small brick building that served as a bathroom. From what I saw, the park was unoccupied. It looked safe to cross today or so I thought.

My stomach dropped when I saw two men moved from the side of the bathroom and into my sight. These guys were nothing like the one who lived near by me. They were different. They were grown men and they looked rougher. Not only that, but I realized they were doing dealings with drugs. The looks on their faces only showed disapproval.

I swallow. Maybe the short cut was a bad idea. Perhaps they'll let me slide since I was teenager or…. maybe not because I am a teenager. Slowly I backed up and attempted to go around the other side when another man came out. Instantly, I recognized him. He lived nearby me, the one who whistled and always gawked at me. In his hand, I noticed a small bundle of white powder that he slipped into his back pocket.

He crossed his arms and shook his head in dismay, "I wish you haven't came here, Sugar."

He frowned as if he was remorseful and shook his head. My stomach dropped to the tone of his voice. In between the lines, it meant I would pay for the price for my misjudgment. Fear grew in my chest as he started to walk slowly toward me but ominously.

One of the other men from the other side inquired, "You know this girl, Kent?"

He gestured at me and waited for a response. Kent had a small smile on his lips and nodded, "She's Bill's daughter. Cute little thing ain't she? Just like her sister."

"You know nothing about my sister." I sneered at the one called Kent, my temper started to boil beneath my chest. How dare he talk about my sister.

The other two smiled at my frustration. One immediately stated, ignoring me completely, "Cute but feisty."

The other two smiled in agreement. They spoke about me as if I wasn't even here. Slowly, I was backed against the pond with them in front of me. I've considered jumping into the pond. But I didn't know how safe it was. It looked nasty and with the weather, hyperthermia would be a problem. Then I sucked up my courage and folded my hands into fist.

One of them let out a patronized laugh and said mockingly, "Well Well, look at her. Ready to fight."

Another joined in and responded, "Maybe she should know where not to go. Its a shame really. She's cute."

They found my dilemma amusing. They stopped in front of me and crossed their arms and smiled. The advantage was in their court and they knew it. I swallowed and scolded myself mentally for being a fool for coming here. I, for one should have known not to come here. Quickly I jumped forward toward the closest one and used the palm of my hand to shove up his nose. To my dismay, he countered and grabbed my arm and shoved me toward the bathrooms. I fell to the ground and scraped my hands.

"Well, looks like our kitten got spunk. I like that." The one I tried to attack said to the others. They laughed. He walked toward me and thought I was unprepared. Quickly, I lifted my leg up and kicked him where it would hurt the most. Between the legs.

He moaned and fell to the ground. I attempted to take the chance to run, but Kent me grabbed my arm. I yelled in surprise as I was forced to look back at him. "Please let me go." I begged in a stricken voice. Out from the group, I figured he'll have some mercy on me.

"Sorry, sugar can't do that now. You knew very well not to come here." Any sweetness or sorrow had long since been gone from his voice. He was now firm and readied for any inconvenient on my part.

"I won't say anything." I begged again.

"No you won't." He whispered back, not giving in to my pleads. "We can't have any loose ends." He pulled up his other hand to stroke his fingers across my cheek.

I pursed my lips in chagrin as he his other hands grew tighter on my wrist. There was only one way out and that was through him. Quickly, I stomped on his foot with my heel. He released me and cried out from the pain. With haste, I pushed him away from me and attempted to make a run for it. Suddenly I was pushed against the bathrooms and hit my forehead on the brick wall. Swiftly, I was turned like a rag doll and was pushed again against the wall. The last gangster braced me on the wall. My head swirled from the impact and I felt wetness on my head.

The one who I kneed before approached me with nothing but distain written on his face. Reality sunk back to me and without hesitation I screamed until my lungs burned. With ever fiber, I hoped someone would have heard me but to my surprise, a fist came at me. A throbbing pain attacked my side of the face and suddenly, my vision went black.

A destiny awaits you..

To be continued...

Well, there's my first chapter... its a bit sad.