Dedicated to EspoirDio and negschainsaw. Two of my dearest friends who have listened to my hours of endless complaining and whining, but still they have stuck by me. Thank you Babs and Niles-y. Novak loves y'all both very dearly and I hope this story makes you proud!

Disclaimer: I own nothing at this very point, but I soon shall within in the next few chapters.

What if I believed you now?

Could it ever change this horror?

Forgive me

Relieve me

C.C. Babcock stared down at the composition book in her lap. It's pages not yet filled with her writing, but she knew she had to write it all down, she needed to do it. She ran her hands down her face and then propped her elbows on either sides of her kneecaps. She was sitting criss-crossed on the bed in one of the many guest rooms of the Sheffield residence. Her business partner Maxwell had insisted she stay over, he didn't think it safe for her to be alone such as this one, and she didn't want to be so in the first place. She'd always been alone, until he'd come along, he had changed her.

She swallowed a lump in her throat as the memories flooded into her mind. She ran her fingers through her natural blonde hair before shaking her head. Some of the memories made her believe this had all been her fault, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not shake that notion.

She took in a deep breath and held it momentarily before she rested her head against the headboard. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard. She hated this feeling, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before, but she knew it would pass, it always did.

She pulled her knees up and propped the book against the back of them. She opened it and looked at the first page, which became blurry as tears swelled in her eyes. She blinked and they fell, God, what a pain this was beginning to become, but like always, it would pass. She wiped her face off with her sleeve before she took the pen from her nightstand. With a shaky hand, she placed the pen to the paper.

"Ok." She whispered, and slowly, she made the words form on the page, telling her story and there was no stopping it, once she began.

Yes, this is a very short prologue, but I didn't want to really give anything away and if I do say so myself, I think it is a damn good setup. First off, the inspiration came from listening to the song Circle by Flyleaf, it's kind of a weird song, but if you listen to it as the story unfolds, it kind of goes along with the events, save a few things that don't make much sense to me, even though I've heard it millions of times in the past few days. Please review and let me know what you think. I like Constructive Criticism, not straight up flames guys. I also would love just to know what you think. This story is going to be sad, just a warning. And if you ever read some of Kidnapped, which I deleted because even I hated it, this is somewhat a remake of that, but hopefully this one is better. And you will soon see why I named this story what I did. This is also a story that is written as if someone is reading the story, like say you and I were reading it (Though I think I may be the only one who does that, I insert the names for characters and such blah blah). I really would have loved to have written it in first person, but C.C. is just too awesome of a character for me to "destroy" as I put it. (I attempted it, didn't work out so well.) Set again in season four because even though C.C. is still beautiful all around, I loved how she looked in that season as well as the first. I love her hair XD. Ta-Ta for now and I soon will update Whispers in the Night. (:

Ashton

P.S.: Any guesses as to what that feeling is?