Prologue
She turns to leave, to run away, the rain pours down harder. He catches her hand and swings her around, pulls her close and holds her , protects her from everything that's hurting her. Holds her until the rain stops pouring, till the rain stops beating down on her heart, until she finally looks up at him realising the truth behind everything. Sounds like a pretty cliché movie, right? But it really happened, she was really hurting, more then anyone knew. To everyone else around her she was the smart, beautiful, intelligent girl that was always there to help someone in need, but to this one person, this one person out of the whole world, she was all those things but to him, she was also his world, his everything. He was her protector, she needed him more then anyone knew, she needed him and he, he needed her. They were both halves of one whole, two halves, that when were brought together, could get through anything that was thrown at them.
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She rushed through the crowd, trying to be polite but gaining speed with every step she took. She frantically looked around trying to spot him in the crowd, looking for the one pair of eyes she yearned for, that she would give anything to see. As soon as her eyes locked upon his gaze, she felt the soft patter of rain turn into a loud down pour. She took this as a sign, she let go of any doubts and ran. As fast as her legs would let her, she ran. The second after she paused to take a breath, she looked up to see a deserted town square. His comforting eyes were no where to be seen. The world spun around her. 'Where is he?' She asked herself.
"Why are you doing this to me!" she yelled, hoping that wherever he was, he had heard. She let herself fall onto the floor.
Opening her eyes, expecting to see the town square, she realised, all along she had been in this tiny room. Grey walls stormed over her. She rubbed her eyes, the only light that was visible, was a thin ray of sunlight squeezing it's way in through a small crack in he wooden window shutters.
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"How could you be so blind?" a voice yelled, it kept ringing in her ears, too loud. She pushed her hands against her ears trying to block out the sound but the voice just got louder, "Why didn't you see!" All this rage and fury were tearing at her insides, it was in her head. This was what she was really thinking. As soon as she realised this, the ringing stopped. The tears pouring down her face had made a small puddle on the grey floor. Where was she? More importantly, who was she?
She stood up and concentrated on her surroundings, which wasn't much, but a good start. There was a small wooden table in one corner with a small notepad and a tray of coloured pencils. On the opposite side to this, there was a plain bed. She figured she must have fallen off the bed. Looking at herself, she noticed she was wearing a tag around her wrist and fairly plain and simple clothes. Looking more closely at her wrist band she noticed it had small writing scrawled around it. Mary Alice Anthony
The names didn't ring a bell. How was it possible to forget your name, and who you were, are?
She told herself to accept this, to just assume that Mary was her name. It felt weird but what else could she do?
She go up off the floor and walked slowly to the small crack in the shutters. Squinting one eye, she peeked through the small crack. She was really expecting to see more dreariness, a place grey and gloomy with a small ray of sun squeezing its way from between the huge grey clouds. That's not what she saw, though, she saw , not only a ray of sunlight but many rays. The sun shone big and bright, casting is light into the smallest of nooks. Yet, the sun wasn't strong enough to break the shutters, preventing the sun's warmth to allow her at least a shred of comfort. She turned away from the sun and went across to the small table. Absentmindedly she sat in the chair and took hold of a pencil. Her mind filled with endless creations, fantasies to fill the blank pages with. As soon as the pencil hit the page she heard noises. A muttering of words. Whispers, only just quiet enough so she couldn't make out the sentences. She dropped the pencil in a hurry and darted to the bed and buried herself within the thin blanket. She could here footsteps now, and the voices were louder. "she….Alice…." she still couldn't make out what they were saying. Her heart was pumping faster and faster. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. Why had the voices brought out this reaction? She could not understand why she had reacted this way. Before she could think any more she heard a key in a lock. A key in her lock. Her body stiffened and she struggled to breath.
"Mary" a high pitched, voice seemed to sing out her name. She kept still.
"I guess the drugs haven't worn off yet" the same voice, yet, Mary thought it held a hint of disappointment.
She heard the chair, noisily being pushed back into its place under the table and she heard a gasp
"look, she's taken he pencils out of their box" it was the singing voice again. She held her breath suddenly, blurry images flashing in her head…
She woke up to a sunlight filled room, rubbing her eyes she felt a stab of pain go through her arm, she snapped open her eyes and stared around at her. This room was familiar. The smell drifting in from through the door was also familiar. What was it? Her curiosity grew as she thought. She remembered the ache in her arm and saw a thread like passage of blood, flowing from her wrist across her palm, down her forefinger. She held her wrist closer, trying to examine what had happened to it. Suddenly she had the urge to lick it. She ran her tongue slowly along the blood and drawing her tongue back into her mouth she tasted the blood, surprisingly sweet in her mouth.
