a/n: This two-shot is based on a dream I had a couple nights ago. So if it doesn't make any sense to you, then that's probably because it was a dream and it didn't make much sense to me either. Oh well, I still hope everyone likes it! Thanks for reading and please leave a review on your way out. I would love to hear what you thought of this story, especially concidering it doesn't make much sense to anyone.

Special thanks to Yuki's Adorable Girlfriend, for getting me to post this by telling me to "stop whining and just post the stupid story already".

Footsteps

Part One: Annie

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Slowly, one foot after the other, just keep moving.

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I can't do this. I just can't, but I have too.

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Just a little further, just a few more steps. Just keep walking.

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I'm close; I know it, just keep going, don't stop.

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What was that? Was someone calling me? If I just turn around, just look once…maybe…

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No, it's too late now. There is no going back. Not ever.

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Just one little peek, who's behind you? Who's calling for you?

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Nobody.

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Nobody is calling me.

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But they are. They care about me, right?

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No, they don't. They never cared. Never cared about little Annie Walker.

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They did. They cared so much.

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They can't have cared. Not at all. None of them. Not even Auggie.

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They always cared. They did so much for you. They gave you so many opportunities.

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For their own gain. I was pulled from the Farm for their own personal gain. I was nothing but a tool. An object. Something to be tested. I am nothing but a huge experiment to them,

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No, you weren't. They loved you. You were always loved and appreciated.

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No, I wasn't. I was just needed, that's all. They didn't treat me like they should have.

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Of course they treated me well.

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No, they didn't. They just pretended to keep me happy. But I'm smarter than that.

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I can see right through them.

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No, you can't. You can't possibly see through them. They aren't at all that transparent.

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No, they are. I know what they really want. What they really think.

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But you can't know that for sure.

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Work with me here. It's not an easy life.

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Life is never as easy as it should be.

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See? This is the only option, apparently.

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It can't be. You have options. And people who love you.

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You're wrong. We've been over this. They only want me for what I am and what I can do, not who I am.

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They like you, they really do. You know that. Deep down inside, you've always known that.

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Deep down inside, I'm deceived and naive. Besides, I don't listen to my deep down anymore. It always tricks me and I get hurt.

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You should trust yourself. You knows more about yourself than anyone ever will.

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I do know myself. I know I'm helpless and worthless.

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No, you're certainly not. You should trust yourself.

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I've learned my lesson about trust already. I cannot trust. Trust only brings hurt.

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You trust me. Therefore, you trust yourself.

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No I don't. You're my conscious and I'm just entertaining you. This is a lonely walk, after all.

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Then don't take it, Annie.

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But I have to. It's too late now. I can't turn back.

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You can stop yourself easily. Just one simple thought and you can stop this. You can turn back now and be happy.

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No I can't. I can't be happy knowing that I live among traitors and liars.

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They're not traitors or liars, they're your friends.

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Yeah, some friends. I've never been accepted by them. I will always be the rookie to them. What difference does it make?

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It makes a world of difference. They love you.

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For what I can do, only. Language, specifically. They don't love me for who I am.

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No, they do love you. They love you for you. As a person.

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But to them I have never been a person; I am just another rookie agent.

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But you are a rookie agent. And a member of the DPD family.

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Then why don't I feel like one?

"Joan! Where is she? Where's Annie?"

"She's gone."

"Gone?"

"Gone. She left. I'm sorry, Auggie."

"When is she coming back?"

"Never. She'll never come back."