Chapter 2- Confusion

Fade Into (The Ocean)- 10 years

"Broken shoulders resting on my back
Overloaded with a weight stacked
Higher and higher
Time runs tired

Silence falls into the deafening
Sirens of my own epiphany
Silence falls into the deafening
Sirens of my own epiphany

My own mortality

Here I lie with my regrets
Possessions petty meaningless
You are my medicine
Healing me with tenderness

Don't go, don't go
Don't go, don't go
Don't go, don't go

I don't know, don't go
I don't know, don't go
I don't know, don't go
I don't know what is happening

What is happening

(Is this the end?)
(Oh my God)
(Is this the end?)
(Or just the beginning?)

Broken body crumbles into dust
Weight is lifted sending me with love
Higher and higher
Time expired

The silent come, re awakening
Pass me on into eternity
The silent come, re awakening
Passing on into eternity

Cry no more for me"

No sound filtered through her ears when she regained her consciousness. The room was not as bright as it had been previously, and it took a few moments for a realization to reach her pain- addled brain. She could no longer see out of her left eye. She blinked desperately, hoping to regain her vision, but it was to no avail. Nothing but darkness came to her. Panic started to flit through her, and she turned her head a bit too quickly, tearing the tiny amount of scar tissue that was growing over her wounds. A loud whimper left her as pain laced through her body, fresh blood dripping down. She stilled for a few minutes, waiting for the pain to dull again. It took longer than she remembered, and the pain was accompanied by a stinging throb that made her believe the cuts and burns were infected. Not that it would surprise her if they were, given the circumstance in which she got them. The case that they were never cleaned and the place she was chained in was filthy and damp probably did not help the fact any.

She turned slowly to look at her brother- or rather, where her brother was previously seated. When her eyes met the chair, she was startled to find it empty, as were the other two chairs that had previously held her parents.

She looked around for any sign of where they were, and seeing as she had no idea of how long she'd been unconscious, she couldn't tell how far they'd been taken, or how long they had been gone. The only fruit of her search ended up in the form of a cloaked figure, standing guard, it seemed. Her eyes blurred in and out of focus for some time as she tried to make out anything of him. Thus far, that was the only clue she seemed to have gotten. The lines of the body beneath the clothes were distinctly male, the planes and surfaces far too straight and angular for a woman. Her head felt like it was splitting open, the moment she opened her mouth and let out her voice.

"What do you want?" Raspy and quiet, she was surprised that her voice even carried far enough for the man to hear.

The man cocked his head to one side, studying the broken child. He stared for a few moments before turning away and walking out of the room. She frowned after him, confused, and panicked, now that she was left completely alone, unaware as to what could possibly happen to her. She let her head droop again, figuring that if they were going to ignore her, she might as well use the time well. Everything that happened to her had taken a heavy toll on her, leaving her head pounding each time she moved and dizziness washing over her in waves. Her eyes were starting to close again. Maybe just a few minutes…

The next time the girl awoke, it was dark in the room, the only light from a single bulb hanging from a wire in the ceiling. Something touched her cheek and she tried to bat it away with her hand, only to remember that she was handcuffed as the chain rattled, her hand stopped abruptly by the metal cuff. It took a minute to orient herself, shaking away the last of the dizziness from earlier, to see another standing by her. She edged away from him in her chair, trying to get out of reach, but knowing it was useless. A hand reached for her again, and she whimpered, leaning as far away as possible, but still was caught. Her eyes widened in fear as fingers wound around her thin neck, slowly starting to squeeze.

The more she struggled against him, the tighter it pressed down, slowly cutting off any air supply.

"Go ahead, I like it when they struggle."

She froze immediately, taking gasping breaths when the hold loosened again. When the free hand trailed lower, running over her body, she felt horror and disgust start to pulse through her veins. She did not want to be touched by these dirty hands. She flinched away, only to receive a slap to the face. The hand trailed down, and she froze, her mind going numb. She did not understand. She did not get why she was here. She did not get why this person was doing this to her.

She did not want it. She would not allow it.

At this point, she did the only thing that could have possibly have been done. She let out a blood-curdling scream.

For a moment, this seemed to work, she saw the man flinch away, his hand removed from her. It was then she realized. Her scream would do no good. The fact that no one had done anything about it yet, proved that there were no orders that were being disobeyed. She was alone. This realization made a tear prick her eye, but she was too numb to let anything show.

The man eyed her curiously for a moment, much as a cat would a mouse, as he removed his hand from her throat. He watched, and waited, as if expecting to see something. When the curve of his mouth turned down a bit at the edges, she realized that he did not see it, whatever it was he expected. It took her a few long moments to realize what it was.

Fear.

She understood. He was looking for fear. She was numb, and her eyes only reflected that same numbness, not the fear the man seemed so keen on seeing. His frown grew, and he seemed a bit put off. Her eyes widened as it came to her. This was it. This was her aid. She hardened herself as best she could, and stared back at the figure, her grey eyes becoming cold slates of silver steel.

"It's no fun when they don't scream," He murmured wistfully. Then he brightened. "I wonder what you will scream for."

The blade appeared in his hand, and she felt her heart stutter unevenly. More pain was coming, she knew, and nausea set in. She tightened her lips in some desperate hope to control her stomach, and she closed her eyes, bracing, waiting. It never came, and she felt relief pulse through her as she heard the voice that saved her from more pain.

"What are you doing?"

Her eyes cracked to see the smile on her tormentors face dissipate completely as he turned to the questioner. "I'm jus' havn' a little fun. Is'at so bad?" A growl of disgust rumbled in the others throat, and he narrowed his eyes at the other and hissed, "There's no time for that. One of them is talking, come now."

Orihime felt her eyes widen a bit at this statement, and her mouth opened to ask, but it was too late. They were gone.

I am so sorry that it took me so long to update. For some reason, Word broke down on my computer, and I've been unable to get it to work again. This chapter is not so good because i wrote it on my brothers computer in like 10 minutes, so I am sorry for that. The next chapter is going to be the big reveal where you finally understand what is going on, and Orihime will finally be free, so please continue reading. I'm sorry to say that Ulquiorra won't be in the next chapter either, but he is coming soon.