The ground shook beneath her, and rocks were falling all around her. It was all happening so fast, whatever this was that is. She knew one thing for sure though, it wasn't an earthquake. There weren't any faults around here, and the plate didn't seem to have been having any trouble.

If it wasn't an earthquake, then what was it? Her thought process was scrambled as a rock fell down, barely missing her, but scraping her arm just the slightest bit. She trembled from her sudden realization, she wouldn't be able to get out of here, and since she couldn't get out, she wouldn't survive. She'd pass away, she'd be gone, she'd be dead.

Her sky-coloured eyes were the first hint of what was taking over her mind, panic shown in the icy orbs, crystal clear. If that wasn't a good enough indication, her body was shaking just as the ground, except perhaps less violently. And if that one didn't show how frightened she was, the tears streaming down her porcelain face most definitely did.

She scanned her surroundings, the drops of water and blurriness it caused not helping her at all. Then, she spotted them. The four of them, standing in their regular positions, as if nothing was wrong. They're oh,so similar eyes meet hers for the briefest of moments, and then they turned they're heads, and then the rest of their bodies. She let out a choked sob, the tears gushing from her eyes even faster now. They were leaving her here to die. Her family was leaving her here to die.

Didn't they care for her at all? Wasn't that what families did, care for one another? How could they just walk away? How could they not care? If they were in this life-threatening situation, she would care. She would march right over to them and safe them, or die trying.

She kept her obscured gaze looking in the direction that they had walked off in. They didn't come back, and from what she saw, they didn't even hesitate. Not one bit. They didn't care. It struck her that they hadn't truly cared after the incident, not at all. But, before the incident they would've risked everything to safe here…but now, she was just one that was going to be left behind because she didn't know this was going to happen, because she wasn't good enough to be one of them. And so, they'd leave her here to die, they'd forget about her, never once regret their actions. She'd be erased from their memories if they didn't forget her themselves. All evidence of her existence would be burned, destroyed some way or another.

And those out there that didn't forget about her wouldn't care enough to find out what happened to her. It was all so clear, so precise.

She let another sob escape, and then another, and soon enough she was sobbing uncontrollably, more from emotional pain then the situation she was in.

She thought it had been forever since she had first realized the predicament she was in, but it hadn't, it'd only been a little more than ninety seconds.

She didn't expect anyone else to be there, but there was someone there. Someone who stopped right beside her, taking one of her hand's in theirs, while also murmuring inspirational phrases. She didn't care who was leading her away from inner part of the cave, she was just so happy that help had come, that today wasn't the day karma was going to bite her in the butt.

The rocks that were falling from the roof of the structure started coming down faster and in greater quantity.

The mystery person practically dragged her behind, somehow making it to where they could see the entrance. Though, as if enough hadn't already happened, she was hit. By something rock hard, and gray, something known as a rock.

She wasn't aware of what happened after that, she was do busy trying to hold on to consciousness, but that was slipping away, faster than the stones that were still falling around her and the person. And then, she was out, she was compromised; she was unconscious in simpler terms.

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She had the slightest sensation that there was a buzzing in her ear, but she shrugged it off, focusing on clearing her groggy mind and prying her eyes open. It wasn't easy though. Those friggin' eyes of hers just didn't want to open and her mind just wouldn't clear. She struggled, forcing her eyelids upwards, catching a blurry glimpse of the room before her eyes shut once more.

From the little she had seen, the room was unpainted, with a floor, ceiling, and walls made from cedar. It had little furniture in it, a bed which she was in, a nightstand, and a chair. It was probably different then that, how could one glimpse tell her all that? And what details did it leave out?

Once again she struggled with the prospect of opening her eyes, finally managing to force them open.

She'd been right about the room, it wasn't painted. It was stained a dark brown, perhaps to make it look like it was some other type of wood. She had been right about the furniture, as well. Though she missed some other details, like how there was no door, and no windows to the room she was in. And also like the bracelet that was one her left wrist. It was glowing this eerie green, and like she had previously heard a soft buzzing noise was coming from it.

She stared at the bracelet, as if staring at it would give her the answers she craved. That didn't help her one bit though. She sighed, frustration blaring in her eyes and coating the sigh, making it sound more like a huff or a puff or a 'blow your house down' type of noise.

She strained her eyes trying to catch some sound, some sign. Anything that could let her know where she was. The last thing she could remember was someone leading her out of the cave, someone saving her when her siblings wouldn't. She needed to know who had saved her; she needed to know what was going on. And quite frankly, she wouldn't be able to find out just laying down in this room.

She slowly brought her body up into a sitting position, her hair shifting out from behind her ear. She glanced around the room once more through the veil of sandy blond hair. If there were no exits how was she supposed to know where she was? How did she get here in the first place?

She squinted her eyes, trying to see if there was an indication of where she was. She let her eyes run over the chair, the walls. Slowly sweep across the nightstand, only to end up where they started, having seen nothing new.

She wrapped her arms around her knees, and just sat there. Trying to think. Trying to clear her head, trying to figure out where she was.

She could take one place off her list of places she could be, that was for sure. She wasn't at home. How could she be at home when they left her there to die? Didn't they have a conscience? Didn't they all have consciences?

After all, they weren't one person, they were five different people. Four now. She could tell the others had the same subconscious thoughts that she did. Why did they have to act the same? Why did they have to be one person instead of five separate people? Why did they never stand up for what they wanted?

Because good children are seen not heard, a voice reminded her, as if she had forgotten. As if she could forget.

She felt a solitary teardrop leave her eye, escape from the walls of indifference and monotony that she had built. That she had been forced to build. That only four others could compare theirs to hers.

Over ten years she had that wall, that wall which was slowly collapsing, falling all around her. Leaving her vulnerable. She didn't like feeling vulnerable, it made her feel weak. Worthless.

She brought her head down to her knees, her hair draping over her knees as if it were a curtain to another place, one that wasn't as harsh, wasn't as difficult to survive, one that let anyone and everyone show emotion. Show how they were different.

She let it all escape, all the emotions that she had kept buried. All the emotions that kept building up, corrupting her mind, corrupting her 'delightful' demeanor, corrupting who they wanted her to be.

It set her free, though. Let her take a different outlook on life. Allowed her to be different, to be herself, to not let there words affect her and affect who she was meant to be.

She was so buried within her thoughts that she didn't even notice it. Didn't notice the hushed voices. Didn't hear the footsteps. Didn't see any kind of entrance or exit.

"Ahh, so ah wois roight. Yeh ah're awoike.".

Author's Note;;

I know, I know. I really shouldn't start a new story until I finish another one, but this idea just struck me and I didn't want to forget it and…I was so inspired, and stuff.

I am working on OST though, and will probably have the fourth chapter up tomorrow.

It's taking so long because I'm trying to make the chapters longer, 'cos that's my goal.

So, yeah, and I think this is pretty straightforward and easy to guess at who is who and what's going on.

But, then again, I could be so wrong that I'm right,

So, Please Review,

Tabby/Pluto

p.s. Number 1 Crush, Cherry Lips, Stupid Girl, I think I'm Paranoid, and Bleed Like Me ftw.