A/N And I'm back! If you read through that ridiculous first chapter and still decided to read more I thank you most sincerely and applaud your kindness. ^_~ And my gift for you is that I promise to finish this story and to do my best to make it the best story I can make it. If you have any ideas for the story or if you notice any bugs or errors in it please tell me so I can fix it. please comment because I LOVE hearing from y'all even if it's just a few words like 'this was cool' I LOVE anything that isn't trolling so please comment. OK that's all.

Oh I forgot to do a disclaimer last time. So I'll do one now.

DISCLAIMER: As much as I love final fantasy I do not own it...I am just a total goofball fan who swears up and down that I would be Yuffie's best friend and give everyone hugs if I could (Everyone except Hojo...he's evil.) lol I DO own my OCs, but that's all. OK on with the story. ^_~

Anabelle Mcineck loved being a mother, even if she was just an adoptive mother. But she was so new to parenting, and she hardly felt qualified to be a mother to a teenager when she had been a teenager herself less then a decade ago. She remembered being Shelke's age pretty clearly; she had to deal with the other girls at school, and hormones and all that, but not once did she remember waking up from a nightmare screaming someones name. The woman at the orphanage said she was 'troubled' what did that even mean? Shelke seemed fine, she was just quiet.

At first Anabelle had just assumed this was because Shelke was still getting to know them, and that she would open up a bit over time. But now, after hearing the way Shelke had screamed that name 'Shalua' it had been haunting her; she was beginning to think that Shelke was more than just shy. Maybe she'd witnessed a crime? Anabelle had read somewhere that sometimes when someone has witnessed a crime or something traumatic that they don't talk very much or at all. The dream that Shelke claimed had caused her to scream sounded more like a memory coming back to haunt Shelke more than a bad dream. Anabelle's grandfather was a veteran and he sometimes had a similar reaction to memories or 'nightmares of the past' as he'd called them. Maybe Shelke was suffering from P.T.S.D?

She pondered this all morning and couldn't come to a conclusion. Finally she decided to consult the books on psychology her mother had given her when she decided to adopt Shelke. Tiredly she walked up the creaky stairs and into the family room. She was walking to her bookshelf when she noticed that Shelke had left her light on and her door open. With a sigh she walked over to the room and went to turn off the light. She stopped however when she saw that one of the floorboards appeared to be loose, like it had been pried up and put back in place several times. Her brows furrowed with confusion; she must be imagining things. And yet her curiosity got the better of her and she went to go examine the floor board in question. She walked over to it and knelt down, running her hands across the crevices in the around the outside of it.

Slowly she pealed up the floorboard to see that hidden under it was a little journal, nothing more than that. But why would Shelke hide her journal in the floorboards? Was she hiding something? Slowly she opened it and began to read the first page.

'This journal chronicles the ten years of my life in which I was held captive by DeepGround.. Though I suppose I should give more explanation than that.. I am not from the planet earth, I have only been on earth for three years; I have been trapped here and I cannot get back to my world. I have come to accept the fact that I will live in this world for the rest of my life however long or short it may be. I was born on the world Gaia, a place that though much smaller than this world it is much more vibrant and a world that I love despite the horror that I experienced in it. Not that long ago on Gaia a company known as the Shinra Electric Power company controlled most of the known world using an energy known as Mako that was stolen from the planet's life force that keeps it alive. When I was nine years old a Shira group known as the Turks kidnapped me and were going to recruit me into a shinra elite group known as SOLDIER. When we were traveling to the city of Midgar we were attacked and I was taken captive by shinra's secret organization known as DeepGround. I was kept in DeepGround for 10 years before I finally was able to escape. While in DeepGround I was forced to complete Synaptic Net Dives' in which I inserted my consciousness into a virtual reality. This was my only assurance policy, without it I would not have survived DeepGround at all; I would have been killed, I almost was several times. While in DeepGround I was forced to go through vigorous training as I was a member of DeepGround's elite unit the Sviets. I am writing in this journal so that I may attempt to get rid of some of the trauma and horror I experienced while living in this hell of a place.'

The journal went on like that, and soon Anabelle began reading the horrors in which Shelke had claimed she'd faced. Apparently she had suffered great trauma while in DeepGround both emotionally and physically. And according to Shelke she was actually a twenty-three year old stuck in a thirteen year old's body. Anabelle read several pages before finally she couldn't take any more. She was sobbing the whole time as she read this...was this real? made up? The whole thing seemed too far off to be reality and yet what child would fabricate such horrible things? She didn't know what to think but she put the journal back and replaced the floor board to it's original position. She would discuss this with her husband when she could think about things more clearly, but for now she would rather pretend like she knew nothing. But as she went about her day she couldn't stop thinking about that journal, and she couldn't stop wondering if Shelke was mentally ill or just really unfortunate. And Anabelle could see quite clearly that her family life was about to get far more complicated, and it turns out she was right.

A/N Hi again, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and that Shelke's journal entry wasn't too boring. I've had a bit of a rough time getting into Shelke's voice, and that whole entry seemed far more factual and boring than I had planned it to be. But I promise that things will get more interesting, and from now on I am going to write more entries like the one in the last chapter in which story is being told an not just boring monologue. Though even though we knew all this about Shelke Anabelle that is Mrs. Mcineck didn't. any so please review/favorite if you like this story. Things are going to get a lot more complicated and you may see some familiar faces...though not exactly in the way you might expect. ^_~ See you in the next chapter.