I saw two little girls, running happily through a lush park. Their mothers were sitting on a bench,

watching them as they talked. One of the little girls kept tripping, and though she didn't mind at all,

after maybe the fifth fall her mother stood up and went up to her. "Cynthia, I think we better go

home and wash you up." Hmm... Cynthia... I had the feeling I knew that name, but I couldn't

remember where from. "But mommy! You always let me and Alice get as dirty as we wanted to

before making us come in!" The little girl pouted. Alice...how strange. Alice was my name. The

other mother spoke up. "Who's Alice?" Cynthia's mother made a weird face, she seemed to feel

guilty about something; "Alice was my other daughter" she said sadly, "She died along with her

father a few years ago." The other mother looked shocked. "I'm...I'm so sorry dear!" She hugged

Cynthia's mother sympathetically and then looked for her child. "Helena darling we must leave

now!" She walked off, leaving Cynthia and her mother behind. Cynthia was crying. The image

faded away, leaving me nothing but the lonely darkness.

I bit my tongue, the spurt of pain and blood giving me energy to fuel my thoughts. Cynthia... That

one name kept spinning through my head after having the vision. It was accompanied with the

images of the little girl in the dream, and her mother. I was filled with other pictures of them,

memories perhaps. They started rushing into me, the pictures so vivid, some of them beautiful

but... I screamed. In my mind, I had seen a man... covered in blood, Cynthia and her mother were

there, crying as his breaths shuddered to a halt. Daddy. How strange that that word came to

mind, one that I had not used for so long, how long I wonder, it seemed as if I had been in this

room forever, enveloped by the dark except for when they took me out to... I shook violently. I

didn't want to think of what they did to me. I ran to where the door of my prison was and threw up,

immediately backing away from the entrance from which I could hear the tapping of shoes. No.

"Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are" The door opened, letting in a flood of light

that burned my eyes. "Hello Mary, are you feeling well?" The ladies' voice was sweet, but cold.

"Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky" My voice was hoarse but I still sang,

trying to tune out her voice. "It's time for your treatment, come with me to see the doctor now."

She reached toward me with her thin hands and I snapped at them while crawling away from her.

She hit me. "Let's go Mary" I hated her voice with it's sickly-sweetness. I tried getting away from

her but her manicured nails dug welts into my pale skin. I kicked her as hard as I could, and

temporarily gratified to see her wince. But my overly weak, stunted body was no match for her and

with another hard slap I was dragged limply to the examination room.