Do you remember? Part 1

Abigail pulled over her shoulder her black sheered top to finish off her look. Her long violet hair flowed over her shoulder, and her eyes were brightening with a purple/ lilac color. She smiled slightly at her self in the mirror and left her house.

Abigail was very small structured, but had a rack of someone else. She was only 5 foot one and barely beat the smallest person in her grade. Abigail's parents were the type that was never home to ask her questions or bug her. Plus she had her friends and that's all that mattered to her.

Abigail was also known around the professional wrestling arena. She loved the whole thing and one day she would be one of them. If she was not here she was out with friends.

"Hello Jerry" She waved at the guard as she walked by and into the arena. She made her way though the halls to a certain door that you couldn't tell one door from the next. She knocked on it and waited the door opened and a head stuck out.

"Abigail" the man said and picked her up in a big hug

"Mark" she giggled and hugged him.

"How is everything?" he placed her down and shut the door behind her.

"Fine, my parents are out till next month... some trip to Paris."

"Come stay with me and Sara. We won't mind the company"

"I can't... I mean I don't want to be a burden to you two."

"Your not. We love having you around. I'll pick you up at nine at your house." Abigail sat on the chair as mark fixed his outfit.

"Did you ever do the triritual?"

"triritural?" mark repeated as if he was unsure

"yeah" she paused "you use to be in that kind of stuff"

"yeah I was, but not any more... Gale you're telling me you didn't..."

"no I haven't... yet" she cut him off "I don't know if I can, ya know. you haven't known them as long as I have, and once wwf leaves so will you... and -and"

"yes"

"you'll forget about me"

"how could I forget about you?" He questioned "your part of me"

'easy' Abigail thought ' you'll forget me slowly day by day.' Abigail has been in a gothic group for as long as she could remember. they were her family that is she was accepted and loyal too.

"are you sticking around tonight or are you flying for a while?" mark asked

"I'll fly. pick up is at nine rights?"

"right" he said "come here" he gave Abigail another big hug "be careful... I care about you."

"I'll be fine... I always am" she said with a grin and took off.

mark knew Abigail was a good kid just a bit messed up in the head that's all. her parents barely cared if any, and now Abigail made suites for them. mark tried to be as helpful as he could, but words only went so far. there was a knock at the door and mark answered.

"come in glen" he said and glen closed the door behind him

"hey what's with the gloomily face?" he asked

"Abigail..."

"aw, I missed her again."

"she's still in that group with not car. now she's even talking triritural. you and I know that that ritual can kill you or bring you very damn close to it."

"yeah... did you tell her your idea?"

"about what? adoption?"

"yeah"

"no" he sighed "Sara is still not so thrilled with the idea"

"I think adoption is a good thing, and you know Abigail will love you back."

"yeah" he said with a smile and headed out the door.

Abilgale began to pack while she was on the phone with one of her friends.

"Are you going to try triritural?" she asked

"I'm not sure yet" Abigail replied

"do you know what it in details?"

"not really"

"well, from what I heard it's like dieing three times and then being reborn" she bragged

"well, are you going to do it?"

"no way, I'm not in the position too, but you are... thinking about it... you could up your rank."

"up my rank to what?"

"I think vice. hey parents alert got to go bye"

Abigail gave a wicked smile and layers the phone on the bed. adding up on your rank is the best thing, but dieing three time (well, dieing isn't the word for it) sounds like pain. the door bell rang and she looked at the clock.

"come in Mark" she yelled down the stairs, and shortly after the door went shut. "I'm up here"

"are you ready?"

"almost you can come up." she called back and mark began to make us way up the stairs. he saw that Abigail still had some parts of her cloths still on the bed. mark picked up the black corset.

"planning something that I don't know about?"

Abigail giggles "no it's part of an outfit."

"oh" Mark layer the corset back down.

Soon mark and Abigail was headed toward his house. Abigail looked over at mark a bit surprised that he invited her to his house. she knew Sara was no so hot on her being there since the last time she found out about her gothic ways. mark's house was different it was huge and filled with fluffy, lovely feelings. it was different from the lonely feeling in her house.

"why don't you go in and say hello to Sara while I grab my bags." he said and parked the car.

"are you sure that's the..."

"go on go" he urged her on.

Abigail picked up her duffel bag and began to 3walk on the path to the door. she slowly turned the handle and entered mark's house.

"oh mark your home good I want to..."Sara spoke as she entered the hall "Abigail... what are you going here?"

"i-um-i am -um" she paused

"she is going to be here for a while" mark entered "her parents are out of town again." he smiled at Sara and she gave a look back. "Abigail why don't you go put your things away in the guess room."

"okay" she said picking back up her bag and headed up the stairs. Sara waited until she heard the door close behind Abigail.

"I thought you said we would talk about her moving in?" Sara questioned mark.

"she is not moving in. he parents are just out for a month and I couldn't let her just be alone." Sara sighed "I want to talk about adoption of Abigail again."

"mark a child in the house will change both of us."

"I know... I know" he said "we'll talk about this later" mark said and walked passed Sara up the stairs. Sara followed shortly after mark. it was not 11 o'clock and she was to tried to bitch. she changed into her sleepwear. "what's wrong?"

"nothing doesn't worry" Sara turned off the light and pulled up the covers.

"I'm going to check on Abigail. i'll be right back."

"fine"

mark walked down the hall to Abigale's room. he knocked on the door and waited. Abigail answered the door and stuck her head out.

"yes?" Abigail answered

"is everything okay?"

"yes everything is fine" she paused and looked down to the ground "Sara doesn't want me here"

"of course she does"

"don't lie to me mark" she paused "i know she doesn't like me"

"of course she does... it's just she has to get use to you."

"I know... I know... goodnight" she said

"goodnight" he said and hugged Abigail.

Abigail shut the door behind her and layer down in bed with the light still on. she listened for the footsteps of mark leading away to his room. she knew that Sara didn't like her here., but mark did. Abigail wasn't here to take mark away she just want someone to care for her.

Abigail woke up late in the morning. she got up and got ready. she wore a flowing black and purple gown. it was cut short in the front and long in the back and the sleeve was cut into shreds. she wore her hair up in a ponytail. she walked down stairs smelling something being backed. she saw Sara putting some eggs into a bowl. Abigail approached causally know mark when for his work out.

"can I help?" Abigail asked

"sure mix up the things in the bowl."

"okay" Abigail said and smiled. she began to mix the substances in the bowl. 'maybe if I help and do it right. she'll like me' Abigail thought.

"make sure you get all the side and bottom" Sara instructed Abigail nodded that she understood. after a while Abigail showed Sara the bowl.

"is this right?"

"yeah perfect" Sara said

Abigail helped out Sara until mark came home. he sat down at the table and watched the girls cook. after awhile mark went upstairs to change.

"keep stirring" Sara told Abigail "I'm going to go check on mark."

"okay" she said and waited until she heard the door shut to go upstairs to hear what they were saying.

"so, Sara what do you think?"

"I don't know... she is nice and all, but I'm not her mother and I don't really want to take care of her" Sara said and that set off Abigail.

Abigail dashed down the stairs grabbed her coat and ran out the door. she wasn't accepted at her own family and now here. she ran as fast as she could away from mark's house and to the hide out. night finally fell and people began to arrive. the rain fell lightly against the roof. as the meeting began she mad her decision.

"did you find her mark?" Sara asked

"no, the only place that's left is the gothic hide at, but she never told me were that is."

"what ever it means to you I'm sorry" Sara said "I honestly am" she sighed deeply

"let's just hope we find her before it's to late"

Abigail stayed to her self during the meeting until Da'an the leader of the group who wore all black with long hair over his shoulders. he gently ran his hands over Abigale's wrists.

"have you thought about trirutural?" he asked her as the rain pounded on the roof of the building.

"yes I have" she spoke

"what is your will?" he asked her

"I will." a gasped came from the other people around than a soft whispered aroused the room saying Abigail signed her death warrant.

"Sara I must leave if Abigail comes home let her go" mark said "I'll be home as quickly as I can"

"okay I'll see you than" she said and saw him out the house. Sara closed the door behind him and made her way upstairs. she passed Abigale's room, and couldn't help but notice a small notebook no bigger than a book on the bed. she walked over to the edge of the bed and gently picked up the book running her hand along the edges. she began to open up the book to a few sentences written;

when you can look into your mothers eyes and see no love then it's time to say goodbye.

all I want is to be loved.

family are so post to be near not far.

Sara stopped reading and place the book down. she never realized how right mark was. Abigail was alone in this world and didn't know what finally love was.

glen walked out of the arena ready for a night not he town. he sown his bag over his letting the moist summer air mixed with the rain hitting his skin. he had a feeling something was wrong very wrong. he looked around the parking lot seeing a body laying in the street.

"are you okay?" glen called "hello... are you okay?" glen called and came closer to the body. the rain began to pour down. "hello" glen called and bent down near the body. "I'm going to help you." he began to brush the hair from the person's face. "Abigail... Abigail!" Glen screamed into the night.

TBC...