A Blast from the Past

by Peaches0408

A story that starts with the horrors of the end. As Ana is on the brink of death, all she can think of is the last two years of her life that she had, and who she shared it with. Learn about Ana, her past and how she got to be in this situation in the first place. Will her knight in shining armour save her? Or did her luck run out? ((My first ever published FanFiction. Enjoy.))

1. PROLOGUE

Hello readers! First of all thank you for giving me FanFiction a read. It is my first published FanFiction. I have of course written stuff before that my friends have read, but this is my first one I am posting on-the-line. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to comment, review, PM me, follow, all that jazz if you have anything you'd like to say or any suggestions. Thank you!

Disclaimer- I do not own any characters, they belong to E. L. James.

A Blast from the Past

My name is Anastasia Rose Grey. I am 28 years old. I am married to Christian Grey. He doesn'tlove me. He doesn'tlove me anymore. I am pregnant. Christian has not come to save me. I am probably going to die.

I think repeating these words over and over will help keep me from insanity. Maybe it will hurt less if I'm insane. No, Steele, stop it! Get a grip of yourself!

I sit here in this dark room, though I've never been here before it feels familiar. Something about it makes me feel at home, yet this room is probably where I take my last breath and there is nothing safe and homely about it.

I was kidnapped. Kidnapped and locked in this dark cell. No windows, no light, no bed, just me, one door, a chain around my ankle shackling me to the wall and whatever else is in this god forsaken room. I don't really remember what happened exactly. I remember driving. I remember Christian shouting. I remember fire. I remember Elena. Elena fucking Lincoln. It must have been her and her bloody henchmen who brought me here. It's not surprising. Ever since I met Christian she has hated me, tried to split us up.

Miserable, old blotched up bitch.

Well now I guess she finally gets what she wants.

I have given up. Three days. Three days he was given to save me, to save us. Three days that our lives depended on. How is it that even though I'm going to die, all I can think of is him. The man I've spent the last two years with. Is it really only that long? It feels like forever we've been together. All the stuff we did, everything that has happened, only happened in a short two years?

As my cheek touches the hard, cool ground I find myself looking back. Looking back at my time with the man I love. They say that before you die your life flashes before your eyes. For me, I am only thinking about the time I've enjoyed the most.

My time with the man who didn't save us.