Stranger

By: A.C Kauppi

Summary: A young woman crashes into Erik's life. She's different from other girls of the time. The young woman is hot-blooded, blunt, and above all alone. She swears in public, wears pants, and is constently rude to men. This young woman is from the future, 2009 to be exact. No one knows how she got here, not even herself. What will Erik think of this strange girl? Will romance erupt, or will all hell break lose? Will she ever get back to her own time? What about Christine? Will Erik ever get over his beloved?

Find out here!!!!!!

December 13, 2009

It was a freezing December night. It was raining. Probably the hardest I've ever seen. It felt like hail. Slowly sinking into my jacket.

My suitcase was heavy, but I didn't care. I was leaving this hell hole for good. I bought a train ticket to California about a month in advanced. I had nothing here.

My mother was my only escape. Escape from the cruelty of the world. Of course I didn't realize that at the time.

My mom was my angel of music. Singing me to sleep every night. She called me bumble-bee. Through her I discovered my love for music. But, all good things have to come to an end.

My mother, bless her soul died when I was 8. She went to the doctor's. It was just suppose to be a check up. At least that's what my dad told me. Just a check up, but how could she have ended up dead? When she died I didn't cry. For, I was afraid the tears wouldn't stop.

I didn't know that my life would change drastically on that terrible day. My dad started pushing me away. As if I were vermin. I actually didn't mind. I never really liked attention. He didn't yell, or scream at me. Nor, did he ever smile. It was almost like my life was a poker game. I always had to keep a straight face. School wasn't any better. I mean, I had friends. I even had a few boy friends. But, I felt I could never be truly happy.

It's hard to fake a smile when your in the worst kind of pain. I never really made many memories with my dad, but the few I made were absolutely horrible. They fill my thoughts, even know.

Two Years Ago

My dad came home late last night. He appeared to be drunk, as usual. Walking in, he noticed me lying on the coach. Watching a movie.

"What are you doing up? Don't you know what time it is?" He barked at me.

"Dad, it's not a school night."

He grunted. He walked slightly closer. Nearly tripping over his two feet. Yep, he was drunk.

"Are you drunk, again?" I said with a bob of the eyebrows.

A look of anger passed in his storm-black eyes.

Without warning, he stalked over to me. He yanked my arm, and pushed me harshly against the stone wall.

I wanted to cry, yet I still kept my "poker face".

"What did you say?" His harshness in his voice matched the grip on my hand, cruel and unforgiving.

"Your drunk."

He gripped my hand tighter, and tighter. Until, I herd a small crack. I yelped as tears swelled up in my eyes.

But, I resisted, not even showing the slightest look of fear.

"I'll ask you one more time. What did you say?"

I wanted to say what I already said. If I did, he might have killed me. But, I wouldn't care the slightest. For a pure second I actually thought he was--

"Answer me!!!!" He yelled. My lips quivered, and I started to shake.

"Drunk" I said.

I must be some kind of stupid for saying that.

Swiftly, his hands moved from my bruised wrist to my neck. Lifting me up by it. He started to choke me. I didn't object. If I struggled I would have gave that bastard what he wanted.

"Kill me, I dare you. Let me ruin your life. The cops will hunt you if you decided to run. You'll be an animal, the prey. Afraid of the predator."

A full minute of silence, then he dropped me on the wood ground. I landed ungracefully, with a thud.

The ass then slugged me. He punched my nose. His cold, hard knuckles piercing my skin. I felt the crack. The blood started to gush. It felt as if he let all his anger out in one single punch. I let out a painful screech.

"You little brat ! I should have just given you away." I looked at him. The man I once new as dad. " I never wanted you. I wanted a boy to carry on the family name! But no God gave me a bratty, useless, weak, girl! Your unwanted, and I hate you!"

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!!!

Those words spinning in my head.

I actually always assumed that he loved me. Childish of me, I know. I always imagined him coming home, and giving me a well deserved hug.

Just a simple smile would make my soul soar.

With a final angry stare, he walked away. Stumbling every 15 or so seconds.

I stared at my bruised wrist. I prayed it was all just a terrible dream. Sadly, it was my reality

Two years later

Here I was. No more then 18, cold ,frightened, and above all alone. I didn't, and won't ever pity myself. For, I knew happiness. I knew love. But now I am only accustom to hate. I knew my life has been, and is rather unfortunate. I looked down at my watch. It was only 11:00 P.M. Before I leave this hell hole of a town. I had to see my mother's grave, one last time. I had to put the past behind me. To say my final good-byes.

The train's going to leave at 12:30pm. I had more then enough time to visit my mom. It wasn't that far of a walk. Only about a few blocks. I guess that's one of the few pluses living in a small town.

The walk would have been much faster. If only I didn't have such a heavy suitcase. I actually only had a duffel bag and my guitar. I couldn't bare to leave my guitar at that dreadful place I once called home. In the duffle bag contained money, snacks, clothes, and other things I would need.

Finally I came to grave yard.

I was never particularly scared of grave yards, but this one just gave me goose bumps. The eerie wind brushed my spine. It was still raining. The rain reminded me of black splashes on a white canvas.

When I came to my mothers grave. I fell on my knee's. I could no longer keep my "poker face". I broke down crying. Like a waterfall, tears cascading down my

face .

I cried, and cried. I cried so hard that I couldn't stop. My mother was a devout Catholic. I lost ever thread of my faith when she passed.

Why couldn't be me?

I question I always thought. My mom was so extraordinary. I had to admit, in some ways I was above average. But, compared to my mom I was just passable at best.

All of a sudden I herd a voice.

I am your Angel of Music! The voice sang.

The song was familiar. As if it was from a dream. Maybe even a dream, of a dream.

I am your Angel of Music! It sang again.

Was I crazy? Hearing this beautifully hypnotizing voice.

A force pushed me off my knees. Making me fall a few feet back. I landed on my butt, with my legs high in the air. It couldn't be the wind. The wind wasn't strong enough to do that.

All of a sudden, the ground turned black. I was standing on nothingness.

What the hell?

Everything went black. As if it evaporated into thin air. It was as if I were blind. I couldn't see anything but blackness.

Maybe, this was all just a nightmare. A long, excruciating nightmare. But, I couldn't be dreaming because everything was way to real.

If I were to die. I would die content, maybe even relieved. Without struggle.

I started to fall. As if the world was a great black hole. Well, I didn't know if I was falling. But, it did feel like that.

It was probably hours, upon hours of falling, but to me it felt like minutes.

I then hit something. As if it were ground. It was hard and rough, most likely gravel. Some sort of pain hit me in my thigh. I opened my eyes. Only to reveal a flashing light.

Yes! I was going to die.

I then felt something pick me up. My instincts were to run, scream struggle. But in these strangers strong arms. I felt safe. I haven't felt safe for long time. I wasn't ready to let in go.

My mind then went blank. I fell into a deep slumber.

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