Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Assassin's Creed as much as I wish too, I am only 'borrowing' it for my story.

AN at the bottom.

"Oh god," Sofia grunted, "Look at him."

I looked up to where to she was pointing at. A man with long hair tied back was walking out of a shop, holding a few bags.

"Hm, he's actually not that bad." I smiled at her.

"Not that bad? He's like the definition of hot." She huffed, still smiling at the man, "Alessa, do you ever even look at a guy and want to simply jump his bones?"

"Seriously? Sofia, you might want to find another hobby that isn't perving on people." I chuckled slightly.

"Perving? Excuse me! I wasn't the one caught looking at Antonio Russo in the boys changing rooms."

"W-what?! I wasn't looking! Just at the wrong place at the wrong time..." I spluttered.

"Yeah, whatever. But seriously Al, look at all these hot Italian men surrounding us and tell me you're not interested in any of them."

I didn't say anything.

"See! C'mon," she laughed, "Let's go get something to eat; all this looking has gave me an appetite!"

And off she went, dragging me behind her, she curls bouncing as she giggled. Sometimes I'd wondered were all her enthusiasm came from- neither of us had had a great childhood and it had taken a lot of hard work to get to where we were. To the outside world, who knew nothing of our struggles, we were two- dare I say it- beautiful young women without a care in the world. They didn't know who we were and where we had been, or what we had been through- and I'm not going to lie but it was a hell of a lot- or what it had taken to get over it all, so when Sofia asked, I agreed to the trip to the bar down the road. For a toast, if you will, to our friendship, struggles and of course, all the hot men we'd seen today.

By the time we had finished our drinks and Sofia had chatted up at least two of the men we had seen, it was time to go home. Sofia, being the lightweight she is, had kindly been taken home by one of the staff at the bar who lived near to her. I suppose that was the good thing about living in a small town; everyone knew everyone. So, reassured that she was going to get home okay, I began the walk back to my own home where, unbeknownst to me, my dear old uncle had been fretting over where I was.

"And what time do you call this?" Was the first thing i heard when i walked through the door.

"Um, sometime past midnight?"

"Yeah, hours after your curfew-"

"Domenico please, I'm 19, not a child! I don't need a curfew, I thought we went over this?" I shrugged my coat off and fell back into the old armchair, watching as uncle dearest paced and waved his hands in the air like a mad man.

"It doesn't matter if you're 19 or 90, I'm your uncle and probably the only one in the family that cares about you. I don't want what happened to your mother to happen to you!"

According to my uncle Dom, my mother had went out one night, drank too much, got with a foreign guy who happened to be my dad and ended up with me. Her family were ashamed and disowned her and the only one who looked out for us was my uncle, but when she died I was shipped off to my dad, who -of course- didn't know about me, and forced to stay in America for a few years. All was well until I had a little discussion with the stepmonster. Apparently, I was a little brat who only cared for myself and hated my little innocent younger siblings and that the recent misfortune that happened to the family, meaning me moving to America, was my fault. Father dearest was dreadfully upset that I'd upset his wife that something had to be done about it and the only way he could discipline me was to send me all the way back to my uncle in Tuscany where I have been ever since.

"Yeah, well maybe if you actually gave me some freedom to do the shit I want to do, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad! And gee, thanks for reminding me of the mistake she made- oh wait, is it possible to call yourself a mistake?"

"No, Al, that's not what I meant-"

"But it is though, isn't it? You wouldn't have said so otherwise."

The silence was deafening.

"So what am I Dom? I'm a mistake, aren't I? I mean, I was never wanted by my maternal family, save for you, and not even my own mother liked me, why? Because I was the mistake that cost her relationship with her family! And , to top things off, my own father doesn't want me! So what is it Dom? What is it with shitty people and me, huh? Why is it that no one seems to want me no matter how hard I try, or no matter what I do?"

"Alessa, that's not true! It's not your fault-"

"No, no." The dull throb of a headache began, "I'm not dealing with this or you now." I said pulling myself up and walking out the door.

Okay. So maybe it had been bad idea to walk out into the cold winter air with no coat on.

"For fuck sake! Why does this always happen to me?" I whined.

Alright, so that may have been a bit over dramatic but it was half true! Mostly anyway.

It is true that I have a tendency to walk out of an argument instead of fighting- a trait I got because of my mother- however, it wasn't often that I walked out without a coat.

"Tsk, not my fault my ass- if I hadn't have been so desperate to get out I wouldn't be freezing to death." I muttered darkly as I walked towards the town's gate and onto the surrounding fields. I continued to trek to the top of a hill where I promptly flopped down on and gazed up at the sky.

It was somewhat calming but it wasn't long until my worries and thoughts caught up to me, sending a piercing pain through my head once again.

"God damn it mother. I wish I could be far away from here- even where you are! That would get the problems to leave me alone. Knowing my luck though, it wouldn't be the easy way I'd take but perhaps that wouldn't be so bad… more like a second chance in a way."

I continued to watch the stars above me until I began to slowly drift off to sleep.

All I dreamt of was white.

So guys! How was it? As explained before, the original idea had its merits however, it was the idea of a 12 year old and not very developed. Due to this, the story has been changed considerably and hopefully for the better- I also hope I addressed the problem of explaining Alessa/mysterious other name's character. This obviously was an issue in the previous story as I knew my character, you did not, so hopefully I have covered this so far, albeit a bit boringly. But please review! Constructive criticism though and not just criticism- it's not very nice- and the next chapter should be up soon!

P.S I apologise for it being so short :/