This is something a just pulled out of my hat. Kind of Random. Don't ask about the characters they will explain themselves later...

Prologue

Joya in prison... An escape is called for... Joya is not crazy but might seem so as she walks down a street arguing with the voices in her head, not crazy...

Chapter 1

" Why are we on the ground? I thought you said you were going to feed us? Hello! Wake up! Joya, Joya, Joya. JOYA!

" What! How could I ever sleep with you people in my head. It's not fare, why do you have to live in my brain." I complained rubbing my temples, although it did absolutely nothing to ease my never ending migraine. I looked around, cradling my arms, trying to stay warm.

" It appears we are in some sort of cell, no windows. Hmmmm. It doesn't seem to have a door either." Frank, or was it Fred said.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Stupid, stupid Jemima!" I growled.

I stubbled to my feet and started running circles and crashing into walls trying to knock myself unconscience again. I wanted to escape all of this madness. From what I heard of heaven it sounded a lot nicer than the world I was living in now. But dying seemed impossible: I couldn't drown, I couldn't burn , I can't do anything with out my " tenets" screaming there heads off at me. That it self could kill a person. Imagine hundreds of fog horns going off right in your ear. Yeah, tell me about it.

"What are you doing, it doesn't work, you have already tried this."

"Shush, who ever you are. I am not in the mood for being corrected right now! Can you just let me try and have 1 second of peace, one second that is all I am asking for." I collapsed on the stone floor. Listening to them argue about the orbit of the sun and moon.

" I assure you Hubert the sun does not rotate, we rotate around the sun."

" How can that be if all of the stars face one direction and always stay in the same coordinates.."

" Well you see here Hubert all of the stars are planets orbiting around the same sun that we are and the-"

" Can you discuss something more urgent and important like getting us out of here. I'm sure one of you must have been in a prison before." I ran my tanned fingers across the floor. tracing the lines, and trying to find shapes in the rock. My silk skirt lay fanned out in front of me caressing my knees and calf muscles.

I started walking in circles again running my hands across smooth walls, there just had to be a door, how would they have gotten my in here. Unless they built it around me which would have taken days and I was only seeing blackness for a few hours. The events of the past came rushing back to me.

I was being sent to some sort of secret holding place for insane people. My mother figure, Jemima, had thought I had gone crazy from eating lead, and called the doctor who said that lead could very possibly be the problem and then I was sent here , where ever here was. "Why me!" I screamed at the walls, banging them for no apparent reason. " I'm not crazy!" I shouted again, " Do you hear me! I'm not crazy!" I banged and kicked some more releasing more anger than normal London citizens would have in an entire life time. They, who would would give anything to have some excitement in their life. And me who would give my life to be able to sit in a dark room, just like this one and hear absolutely nothing. I sunk to floor and started pulling the hair pins out of my bronze hair, which fell in curls on to my shoulders. I took a sharp breath, I had been hearing voices ever since I was six, why was it just starting to bother me? Just then there was a three knocks and a small voice called , " Your dinner, miss."

" Come in." I shouted my soprano voice making it seem more like singing. There was a loud creak and I knew that must be the invisible door opening.

"There it is!" whispered one of my spirits even though only I could hear it. Suddenly my eyes were focused on a small opening on the stone wall, it wall painted exactly the same colour and texture as the rest of the room. Invisible to the human eye, but I'm not human, now am I.