A/N: The only thing I own is my character that I'm introducing in this chapter/story.
Word Count for Chapter: 920

Chapter 2

I never really got to introduce myself, did I? Probably not though, seeing as this is all inside my head. It is...isn't it?

I have no idea anymore. I've seen so many things in my life. But...if there is anyone here..

I'm Ellie. I'm a caucasian American with long, chestnut brown hair that waves to it's own imagination. A small nose that was really nothing special, and one of the shortest members (5'5") on the Bus despite my age (27), with hazel eyes. I was born September 14th, 1987, in a crappy town in Pennsylvania. I grew up as an only child, but I never minded it. I always rather stayed to myself anyways.

Divulged in books is what I did, always losing myself in mystery, romance, and science fiction from time to time. As I grew a little older, I discovered the internet, then television shows, a wider range of movies. The impossible stories that caught my attention in different varieties, me hoping and hoping that maybe, just maybe, I could be part of an impossible story myself.

My childhood was dull however, and teenage years were nothing exciting. I didn't like to party, although my kind of party was me lounging around the house all day in my underwear, listening to music when my parents were at work. My father was a lawyer while my mother was a nurse, Oliver and Leah Chester. They were wonderful people. Down to earth, very caring, and extremely intelligent. Well, of course they are. Their career choice is evident enough.

I could never think of the right career choice for myself. Who the hell knew what they wanted to do with the rest of their lives when they're young? Thankfully my parents understood that.

When I was older, 20, going on 21, I would occasionally volunteer at soup kitchens, walk along with equality parades. My parents never cared if I got a job or not either, as long as I was doing something besides laying around every day. So I kept myself busy from time to time, volunteering anywhere I could, always happy to give a helping hand. I never really liked schedules, so volunteering was always my best bet.

Not once did I think that I was being watched, never thinking that someone would want to hurt me. I'm a nice person, I always kept to myself unless it was necessary for me to talk to people. So...why did it have to lead to all of this? What's the gain they could possibly get from me?

This is the story where the world around me began to fall apart. Everything I knew began to crumble around me, as I was being sucked into something so completely impossible, that I had no time to wrap my head around it.

Flashback

Be careful for what you wish for, I had thought to myself grimly, as I sat hunched over and tied up, body slightly bruised and lip bleeding, on the back seat of some SUV with a damn cloth bag over my head. I damn well didn't go down without a fight.

What's going to happen to me though? Everything was becoming too much, and for the first time in my life, I passed out.

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The first thing I noticed was hum of the subtle pain and weakness pulsing through my body, despite feeling numb head to toe. I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell. What were these people doing to me? Why? But I knew they had put morphine into my system, I felt the needle in my right arm, along with the lightness that I felt.

A bright light began to blur into my vision as I heard different voices around me. I looked around, trying to clear the blurriness in my eyes that didn't want want to clear up in the slightest.

As I tried to do that, I heard a woman announce, "She's awake!"

Everything was so foggy. I couldn't make anyone out, and it was hard to keep my eyes open. I felt with my hands, and looked at where I was laying. Noticing that I was tied down to some sort of hospital bed, I started hyperventilating, the heart monitor beside me started beeping franticly.

Someone rested their hands on my arms and whispered, "Ellie, relax. I want to give you something remarkable," in my ear. It was a man.

He paused.

I said nothing, willing myself to just inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

But then: "And when you are ready, I will ask for something in return."

He stepped back at that. I stared at his foggy figure, not knowing what to say and trying to steady myself and the few tears in my eyes. The morphine and whatever else I was possibly drugged with, was dulling not only the physical pain, but my feelings too. Only to an extent, clearly.

The guy moved away and whispered something in someone's ear.

I could hear the faint, "Yes, sir", followed by shuffling.

The woman was now at my bedside as she looked at me, pity or coldness probably evident in her eyes, I couldn't tell. She injected me with something in my left arm, holding a cloth against the punctured skin for a moment before taking it off.

'Please.. just... kill me.' I thought, as a tear slide down my cheek.

A few seconds later, I felt myself being dragged back into the darkness, as well as someone wiping the tear from my cheek.

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A/N: Cliff-hanger! But I really wanted to post this chapter. :)
Chapter 3 will be up soon. x

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