'BEEP…..BEEP…..BEEP.' The noise echoed throughout the room. I tried to open my eyes, but found that I couldn't. "ALFRED!" Screamed a familiar voice. 'Father?' "OH, MY BABY WHY….. WHY DID….. THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN..." My father yelled through sobs. What is he talking about? "Chut c'est bien mon petit lapin," Another voice whispered. 'Dad?' "Why...why is my poor baby hurt so badly while that…THAT STUPID DRUNKARD IS ONLY HAVE A BROKEN ARM!" My father yelled. "ALFRED DIDN'T EVEN CAUSE THE ACCIDENT SO WHY….. why…" I could hear him break into a bunch of sobs, while my Dad tried to calm him down. "Why Francis… why…" 'What was he talking about? What acci- Wait, now I remember...I was driving home and then out of nowhere this car comes then...then,' I thought.

Flashback *wooosh*

I stopped at the bright red light in front of me telling me to stop. It was finally Friday. 'I won't have to see those kids for an entire week,' I thought as I stared at the bright red light waiting for it to turn green. Spring break was finally here. I sighed. 'Being around those kids so makes me feel like an old man.' I thought. "Why did I become teacher again?" I asked myself as the light turns green.

Then it happened. I was almost to the other side when a sudden bright light appeared on my side. I turned my head quick enough to see a bright red car heading right towards me.

Then everything went black. Pain shot through my body as I felt a warm liquid drip down the side of my head. I opened my eyes. When did I even close them? Everything just happened so fast.

"HEY, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" A voice said to me. I turned to see a man staring down at me. 'My car must be on it's side if he's up there...' I thought. It seemed my seatbelt had broke or something because I was in the passenger seat side laying on what used to be a window.

'So tired...' I thought. My vision was beginning to blur. The strength in my body was slowly fading. Slowly, I reached for the glove compartment. Opening it, I reached in and grabbed the music box I found 10 years ago. I opened it, listening to the soft melody it sang. Holding it tightly to my chest I let myself fade into darkness.

End of flashback *woosh*

'So I didn't die.' I thought. I tried to open my eyes again. This time I was able to open them, but only a bit. "FRANCIS, FRANCIS LOOK HE'S WAKING UP." I heard my father yell. "Father," I said in a quiet voice. My vision was still blurry, so I couldn't see anything. "OH ALFRED MY BABY," he said as he hugged me gently. I felt so weak."Wh-where is i-it…?" I said in a shaky voice. Father and Papa looked at me with confusion on there face. "Where is what, Alfred?" Papa replied. "The music box…Where is it?" I said. 'BEEP…BEEP…...BEEP.' "Here it is, Alfred." My Papa said as he gave it to me. 'BEEP….BEEP…..BEEP.' I took it from his hand and opened it. 'BEEP…..BEEP….BEEP.' "Alfred…?" My father said, confused.

'BEEP…..BEEP…...BEEP.'

"Thank you."

'BEEP…..'

"ALFRED!"

so umm yeah see you in ch 2 ummm yeah of and also the next ch for the forgotten shall be posted around the end of next month so yeah bissy our *le poof*.