Hey guys, just letting you know i'm starting the story in 1st person, however the rest should be in third. Heh...

You'll never know the true importance of the moment, until it becomes a memory. My fathers voice echoed off in my mind, almost mockingly. I should of listened, I only make mistakes, I kept telling myself as I was digging myself, deep in sorrow. I dug deep in my mind, recalling the memories that I truly regret, and will never get to change. Oh, yes the past can hurt. But you can either run from it, or learn from it. And I choose to learn...

Many Days before:

I looked at the turkey and cheese sandwich, narrowing my eyes. I let out a groan of despair by just the thought of it. Oh it may look simple, but it isn't to make. I shook my head, my black, long hair moving with my every move. Smirking, my eyes began glistening with a certain glow. The kitchen was gigantic, big enough to contain elephants, and with all of it expensive tools like ovens, stoves, and fridges, it's difficult to accomplish the easiest of tasks and I was truly impressed with myself. I quickly extended my hands and carefully picked up the plate, as if it was a delicate piece of artwork. My fingertips touched the rough surface of wood, the wood being littered with scrapes and chipped off wood. I only stared at the table, a small smile appearing on my face. The table was huge and it had to be in order to be useful in all of those overly fancy events and meals, that and it matched the rest of the kitchen. One thing is for sure, it looked like an over sized cutting board, and it pretty much was.

Giving the kitchen one last look, I exited the room and out into the hallways. I let out a sigh. I love art, but these were excessively and flashy were scattered across the hallways as I continued walking down the hallways, admiring all the costly junk anyways. I traveled across the halls on instinct turning each corner automatically. Soon enough I hear a bark, and I quickly twist my body to greet my female companion. I crouched down and placed the plate on the floor as the canine came at me, her tongue outside her mouth, like some strange unique, lopsided smile.

"Luna!" I manage to say through all the joyous laughter erupting from my mouth, as luna placed her saliva all over my face with her tongue.

I run my hand across my face collecting the disgusting liquid. "Ugh... gross Luna! You know that doesn't wash out..." I sigh, staring at her as she gave me a smug look.

I quickly get up and resume standing, picking up the plate as I wiped my hand on my black sweatpants. A small smile on my face, as I continued on my small journey to deliver lunch.

Quickly I found myself soon approaching a lab door, the door like a mirror, since I could see my reflection. I slowed my pace as I came upon it, a frown coming upon my face as I stared at my reflection. My eyes were a deep, dark brown, as my lengthy, black hair rested on my left shoulder, reaching the bottom of my stomach. My skin was a very light tan and my face was oval shaped. I small smile reached my features as I looked at my attire. A simple maroon tank top, and simple comfortable, and incredibly soft sweatpants as my bottom. Never to late to be in pajamas right? I smirked thinking about how mad my dad was, when I showed up in pajamas to an important meal with the president.

I snapped out of my memory as I heard Luna growl. I looked at my reflection and quickly spotted a black figure at the end of the hall. It was a man in black, dressed in a black suit. Our eyes connected, and I gasped, as I began hyperventilating. I quickly turned around, dropping the plate, hearing it make contact with floor, a large Clash vibrating off the walls. Luckily the plate didn't break, but the sandwich flew off and scattered across the floor. I stared into his eyes and he quickly took off, my eyes wide as saucers, as Luna prepared to take off after him.

"Luna! D-Don't..." I said in a quiet, raspy whisper, as my voice continued to fail on me. His eyes... they were... completely black... He had a badge, that clearly said VERY IMPORTANT PERSON. But something about him... I snapped out of it, when Luna whimpered at me, her eyes soft and staring at me with concern. I was still hyperventilating, as I began to think about what had just happened. Did I...? Just have a...?... panic attack...? I don't think so... Why would I have such a over dramatic reaction? I quickly calmed myself down, as I pushed myself into the wall, my back sliding to the ground. I stared blankly into the mess on the floor. I dug myself deep in thought thinking about my situation. I once more took deep breathes, as I pushed myself from the floor and began to pick up the sandwiches' dismantled pieces, scattered across the floor. Bending down to collect each piece, I took a very deep breath before I placed myself in front of the door. I placed my hand on the knob and turned it.