Hello! I'm new to this area of fanfiction, since I've only just recently discovered Rule of Rose. The facts about the game I might get wrong since I'm kinda aware of the ending and such in the game, but I can't remember all the facts properly, even though I've researched this game inside and out to get to know the characters a lot better, etc. So if I've made any errors to do with facts and such, then could you please help me improve this by telling me? I will be very appreciated!

But anyway, I'm gonna give a bit of a explanation about this story before you read it, since I didn't really know what to put in the summary. Since there is no sequel to Rule of Rose, no one knows what Jennifer did next after the ordeal with the Rose Garden Orphanage, or if that was really real or just her memories. So, I created up my own theory. After Jennifer was taken away from Rose Garden Orphanage after the massacre occurred, she was placed at a different orphanage where she was treated better than her previous one. Because of the bullying she had received in the past and since she had no help, I believe Jennifer may have withdrawn into herself and become scared to fight back, and that she pushed her memories away so she didn't remember them. And in the actual game, all that we see is her going back through those memories so she can overcome her fears and become the person who she really is. My theories are explained throughout this prologue, but I've pointed it out in case no one notices.

So this story takes place after Jennifer has locked away her memories, and the rest of the chapters begin in the same format as the stories Jennifer finds throughout the game. You know, those paper books. But just like the game, my story hides within a very big twist. I want to see if anyone can guess it before I finish writing this story.

Anyway, I apologise for rambling! Hope you enjoy the story, or prologue at least! :)

Prologue: Another Missing Memory?

"Christopher, please stop running down the corridors! Lucy, please take that toy out of your mouth. They are not meant to be eaten- Ow! Lewis, please watch where you are aiming that!-"

Jennifer glanced up from her work towards the door of the sick bay as Mr Rosary tried to calm the children down as best he could. She giggled to herself as she turned back to her work, putting away the medical tools back in the draw where they belonged. She was happy at least that this Orphanage actually cared about what the children were doing.

Jennifer remembered how warm and welcome they'd been when she arrived here at Rosary Orphanage shortly after the incident at Rose Garden Orphanage with "Stray Dog". The children she'd grown up with here had been a lot kinder than the ones back at Rose Garden Orphanage, and they didn't have a Rule of Rose type order either, which Jennifer had been very relieved about. Of course, most of those children had left now; however she'd offered to fill the maid and nurse position in order to help look after the children. Jennifer had however withdrawn into herself despite all the support she'd had from the adults and children here, and had grown up to become a gloomy and depressed woman who couldn't stand up for herself.

After Jennifer had remembered the promise she'd made to Brown, she no longer hid from the childhood memories that scarred her. She became a better version of herself: The version of herself who had stood up to the Aristocrats and fought back against the treatment they had given her. Since she hadn't received the help that was needed from adults when she was a child, she always stood up and took care of the children here so they didn't turn out like she had. She wanted them to have a better childhood.

Mr Rosary was always keeping an eye on the children anyway. He'd been there for Jennifer whenever she had problems, and still was now. He was like a Father to her and the other children. He showed he cared, unlike Mr Hoffman who had been like him at first, but had changed later on; however Jennifer would always remember those at the Rose Garden Orphanage, who would always be her family. Diana, Meg, Eleanor, Amanda, Susan, Olivia, Wendy, Xavier, Nicholas, Thomas, Clara and Brown… No matter what they had done to her, she would always remember them and keep them alive in her memories. After all, they made up a big part of her childhood.

"Come along now children! It's time for bed!"

Jennifer was snapped out of her thoughts once again by the sound of Mr Rosary's voice. As the children's tiny footsteps thudded along the floor past the sick bay, Jennifer finished cleaning up the room fully. She gathered her things and slowly walked out into the hall, gently shutting the door behind her. The lights had been dimmed now, meaning the children must have been taken to the dormitory.

Jennifer quietly headed towards the stairs leading up towards her room. She halted suddenly as she felt a light tug on her dress. It had come as quite a surprise; however, she prevented herself from crying out in order to not wake anyone. Her imagination still ran wild with the thought of an imp being behind her; although she knew they didn't exist. They were just stories Wendy had made up. The children here had created little stories of their own, but none were about Imps sweeping children away luckily.

Without hesitating, Jennifer glanced down to find a young girl with chin length brunette hair and big brown eyes staring up at her curiously. She was wearing a white long sleeved nightie, and was holding what appeared to be a paper book in one hand, which dangled near the floor. She appeared to be around nine years old. Jennifer smiled warmly at the young girl, kneeling down so that the two were at equal eye level.

"Shouldn't you be in bed, Jane?"

The young girl, Jane, nodded innocently at Jennifer.

"I know I should be Miss Jennifer, but the question I wanted to ask you couldn't wait until the morning!"

She carefully held out the paper book to Jennifer, in which the pages were tied together loosely by a single piece of wool. The way the story book had been made was similar to the ones Mr Gregory Wilson had made for Jennifer when she lived with him for those 7 months, and of course his deceased son Joshua. She had taken these from the Orphanage after the massacre and brought them here, sharing them with the other children when she had regained her memory. She had no need of them anymore, but they were of good use to the children here to help keep them occupied.

"This is the one story you never explained to us. You told us the reasons behind the others, but not this one" Jane continued as Jennifer carefully took the book from her.

There had been times where the children of the Orphanage had questioned Jennifer on how these stories were made, since it interested them a lot. Jennifer was aware that Mr Wilson had created these books, but he didn't know of what was occurring at the Orphanage. She had come to the conclusion that Wendy must have asked him to make them while disguised as Joshua, with her giving him the ideas based off her experiences with Jennifer. Jennifer had told the children about the Rule of Rose and how it had worked at the Rose Garden Orphanage. They had been very fascinated by the idea, yet they didn't like the fact that children were punished for their actions.

Jennifer read the title: Rule of Rebellion. She frowned. This is the one story she didn't remember. She remembered the others, but this one… She didn't remember anything like this occurring at the Orphanage. "Rule of Rebellion"? She didn't remember that either… How odd.

"Hm… I would tell you Jane, but I can't seem to remember reading this story…"

Jane's eyes sparkled a little with excitement.

"Then could you read it to me please? I haven't read it either, and it seems to be longer than the other stories you gave us"

Jennifer pondered on the young girl's request for a moment. She knew Jane really should be asleep by now, but the story might help the young girl drift off. Plus, she was curious about the story herself, considering it was unfamiliar to her. Maybe it would reveal a memory she'd missed and that was still hidden somewhere under lock and key. Sighing, Jennifer slowly stood up, holding her hand out to Jane.

"Very well, but promise me you'll go straight to bed soon after"

Jane grinned happily, gently taking hold of Jennifer's hand.

"I promise"

Jane reminded Jennifer of Thomas, since she tended to be just as mischievous as he was. Mr Rosary was constantly scolding her, but he knew that it was just a phase. Jane would grow out of it eventually. Jennifer quietly led the little girl up the stairs. She would have taken her back to her bed, but she may awaken the other children while reading the story. She didn't want to disturb them.

After walking up the full set of stairs onto the second floor, Jennifer turned towards the first door to her left, slowly opening it. This was the room that she had been given by Mr Rosary. Jane let go of the young woman's hand and quickly ran towards the bed, sitting down on it by the pillow with her legs crossed, and her hands clasped together in her lap. Jennifer sat by her after turning on the light in the room, but on the edge of the bed rather than on it. She stared at the drawing on the front cover. The drawing was not that of Mr Wilson's, since it appeared to be less scruffy. The picture was of a young girl who didn't look familiar to Jennifer at all. This confused her even more. Had Wendy drawn this perhaps?

Well, she wouldn't find anything out if she just sat there staring! Jennifer slowly and carefully turned the cover over as Jane sat up straighter, seeming to be excited by the whole ordeal. Jennifer smiled at the girl, amused by her actions, before beginning to read the story. She even noticed that the handwriting wasn't Mr Wilson's either, but she didn't dwell on it for long.

"Once upon a time, there lived a lost girl…"