SONG: Once Upon A December- Anastasia

Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December

Five years ago I woke up in the hospital.

They told me that my name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng and that there had been an incident.

I had been in a coma for six months. No one could tell me what happened.

It scared me to know that I couldn't remember.

I would walk down the street, and someone would scream. I would be hidden from sight before I even realised it was just a kid that wanted a toy. They told me it was most likely something to do with whatever had caused the memory loss, a repressed memory causing a reaction.

But that didn't explain the way my heartbeat would pound in my chest and the spark of excitement that would tingle along my spine.

The dreams of a black shadow and green eyes also couldn't be explained. The eyes were hauntingly familiar. There was a name on the tip of my tongue. And then the memory would slip between my fingers.

And then there was the jewellery box. It had sat on my dresser for as long as I can remember. Inside there are two ladybug print earrings. No one else paid them much attention. But now and then I'll scoop up the box and lie on my bed staring at them. Never wearing them but never putting them away. There was just something about them that made me anxious.

Once I had tried putting them in storage, but they'd quickly reappeared on the dresser when I hadn't been able to sleep due to the anxiousness it caused. The box scared me, but I was also curious. The earrings are important, somehow, I'm not sure if I want to know why.

Instead, I wore a pair of simple black studs. I'd developed a nervous habit of playing with them.

My friends and parents had encouraged me to delve back into the world of fashion; something I apparently couldn't forget. Something that had caused some raised eyebrows was that I also picked up gymnastics. Gymnastics wasn't an activity set on me remembering it was something new that I wasn't half expected to know beforehand. It was a good feeling, and I had taken to Yoga as well. I was earning a bit of cash by being a yoga instructor as well.

Outside of gymnastics and yoga though, there was this constant buzz. Something was missing. No one could think of anything to fill the gap. Which made me think that maybe that was the problem. Maybe none of them had known. But it wasn't like I could read my diary and find out. No, I'd forgotten where I had hidden the key, and it was locked away. It was one of my many frustrations.

Was the information I wanted even in there?

Did I want to know if it was?

Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember

That was sad. This chapter is an AU that I made up for this song. I like it. I might write more on this one later (Tell me if you want it, and I guarantee there will at least be a sequel.)

It's been less than 24 hours, and I've already had four song requests. I'm touched. I'll do my best to use them all! Feel free to send in any songs you'd like to see (hopefully I don't get flooded)

UPDATE 19th April: For those who don't already know; I have a fic planned that covers this AU using all the Anastacia songs I could. I have all the chapters planned out, but I want to write them all before posting. Would live all the moral support you can give!

Reviews and Ideas are Appreciated and Adored!

~Jessica