London 1887

Gentle rays of sunlight hit the water and the muddy shore line. Dark blue water whispered white as the waves crashed against the sandy shore, licking the sand, then smoothing out as force kept them rolling towards Gemmenite Harshin. Then the foam in the water would turn that mysterious dark blue again as it would lap up against the hem of Gem's favorite, now blood stained dress.

The horrors of just hours before were still racing through the top of her mind like race horses.

She knew something was definitely wrong when her mother's hand quickly made its way towards her husbands…and that when it finally did reach its partner, it didn't let go. She remembered ultimate fear climbing up inside of her till she was boiling with it up to her ears. Then, Clan, Clang, Clung, Boom, and blackout. When she awoke, she found her mother, sprawled out on the ground, merely looking like she was sleeping, with her hair swimming around her face. Only body parts of her father were found.

"No more parents," Gem said barely louder than a whisper. She stood up and brushed the sand off her back side and started wading out into the ocean until the water was gently lapping against her hips. She stood there in the midst of everything with her arms crossed. Then she slowly lowered her arms till her fingertips gently and barely skimmed the water. She inhaled a gulp of water, and then dived into the cold waves of the Atlantic.

Once her head breached the surface, she immediately heard mixed words of her mother screaming at her for swimming with her best clothes on.

"Gem, what are you doing? You are going to catch a cold out in that freezing water! Why, if I didn't know better, you would be sent off to boarding school right this instant young lady! No man is ever going to want to marry a tomboy like yourself! Now get out of that water immediately and march yourself to the bath tub! Now MARCH!" she would bark. And then, and only then did Gem start walking, slow as a zombie towards shore, and let her self sink into the sand, and cry.

She awoke an hour later to a piercing "CA!" from a bird somewhere nest to her on her right side. Or was it her left side? Who knows she thought to herself as she sat up and blinked away the stinging sand in her eye.

She wiped her hands on the front of her white dress lined with rose pink and then reached up to dry and fell the puffiness of her eyes. She wiped away the dark brown hair from her eye and stopped when she noticed a stinging sensation in her arm. Oh, just great now I'm sunburned too…how many things can go wrong in a day? She looked toward the sky to find out to her surprise that the sun was hiding playfully among the dancing blobs of gray that are clouds.

"CA!" came the bird again. Though, this time, the peeling noise came from behind her. She twisted her trunk around so fast that the wet tips of her hair slapped against her pale cheeks, leaving a rosy spot behind them. And right behind her, no more than a mere 2 feet, sat the bird now Identified as a seagull, making the annoying noises. Its gray feathers were surrounding the head, making it look fat and its eyeballs bulged out. But the one disturbing thing about the seagull was that it only had one leg. It hopped playfully, drilling its' beak into the ground every time because it fell over.

It hopped a little bit closer to her then looked at her with a cocked head and those wide bulging eyes, and then, to her craziest imagination, the dumbfounded bird spoke.

It spoke with a voice so dark and clear it sent shivers scampering up her spine, leaving her shoulders to shake.

"I-I've got a m-m-message," it struggled.

"And who would this message be from?" she could barely talk above a whisper, her voice was hoarse from sobbing.

It sat there on the sand looking for a moment, then its eyes turned black and a different voice screeched out of that yellowish beak.

"You needn't know names"

"Now you listen here you-"

She was interrupted by it screeching, "SILENCE!……………Now listen closely."

Why am I even talking to this thing? she thought open-mindedly. For a 14 year old, I have got to be pretty stupid…

"O-o-o ok," she stuttered. She was trying to make her voice clear like the seagulls, but it only made her voice quiver more.

"Ready?"

"I'm ready."

"Are you sure?" it grimaced.

"I told you already, I'm the bloody hell ready!" It could tell it was making her impatient and it smiled. It sent shivers up her spine again.

"You have been accepted into the Abbiss."

"What the RUDDY HELL is that? The next thing that happened made her feel like she had gone to hell and back again in a millisecond. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die. She thought to herselfThe pain was excruciating. She felt like at any moment she was going to fall apart limb from limb, bone by bone, tooth by tooth.

Then the pain momentarily stopped. Followed by what felt like a huge hand boring down upon her. Then in an explosion, a laughing tingling sensation erupted in her stomach and her ribs. And then, the hand, baring its teeth at her, curved her back and this time, when the sensation came, she actually did start to laugh. A huge laugh she didn't recognize. A laugh that was pure evil, through and through. She then realized, whatever power it was giving her, she didn't want it anymore.

"NO!" she tried to scream, but nothing came out of her rosy lips. She became motionless. A picture lost in time without a home. Distilled forever in its frame. Then, a falling sensation was filling her. She was falling, far and fast until she couldn't smell the sea anymore. She wanted to yell, to scream for help until the heavens heard her cry. But she knew no one would come to save her. After all, no one helped her when she was trying to save, not her own life, but her mother's. Why should any miracle come to rescue now?

Then, swirls of silver and midnight blue filled her eyes, and she was looking back into the worst periods of her life. Most recent, to oldest.

(A/N: like it so far? Ok here I go…..my eyes hurt.. lol)

A black horse with red, beady eyes was staring back at her. Then she was in the carriage, her mother clasping her father's hand and never letting go. Then Gem with her head to her mother's chest, listening carefully for a heart beat; and a sunken look when she found none.

"Cross over, Gemmenite, cross over." The high-pitched voice, now dark and full screeched. She knew what memory would be coming next and she wasn't going to let it over come her like this one had. That memory was precious; was her fault….

She didn't know how it happened, then, but she knew as soon as the voice on her shoulder spoke, "It's ok, we'll bring you to us." that she would be okay.

She fell to her knees on a carved stone floor and then, her eyes flashed blue, and her eyes closed. And she was sleeping.

(a/n: ok that's all I have right now, and anyways im tired….going to bed….cya everyone soon! Working on next chapter now!)

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My mom said it wasn't very exciting what do you think?

-Gem