Here we go! Chapter four! XD

After writing a little bit, a certain sentence actually, I was unsure if I should change the rating. If you think I should, let me know :D it would be greatly appreciated ^-^

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You and your precious black car

What a boring thought if you think I'm going to be happy over that

I'll let you ride me at night

Can't you say at least one decent joke

Seriously?

We had all basically fanned out, trying to figure out what to do. Everyone had someone to talk to; everyone but me and Nick. We sure as hell weren't about to talk to each other, so he went off in one direction, and I went in the other.

"Don't let yourself get attached to anyone," Meygan said, "You'll just get hurt."

"Why?" I had asked like a child.

"In this business, if you have a distraction, it will get eliminated. Trust me." was all she said on the subject.

I sighed, and walked slowly down the hallways, my gun in hand, ready to fight anything. Nothing came at me, for which I felt lucky. As I entered the west wing, I felt a sinking feeling in my heart. This is where it all began…where I started my second life. Each room used to hold a person, each person used to have a soul….before they were ripped from their bodies, bit by bit. I remember a name with every room I pass.

Meygan. She had been the leader before I took over.

Shania. A girl who was just trying to pay for college.

Sara. She dreamed of being an artist, but found herself here instead. She had been one of my best friends, back when I still had a heart.

Esperanza. She was born in Mexico, but was captured and smuggled into the US, where she joined us.

Isabella. Her nickname was Bellatrix. I grew fond of her as well. She had wanted to pursue her dream in singing, but didn't have enough money to get to LA. It was always about the money…..

Scarlette. My room. I go to turn the knob, but think better of it. I turn around, and head back for Sara's room. As I open the door, a small stream of sunlight from the window greets me.

We lived in this house for a year, until the police became suspicious. We sold it off to a biker gang, but they never touched the west wing.

The room's walls were still plastered with pictures and drawings. I smile at the memories of each and every one of them.

I sat on Sara's bed, looking around at her beautiful drawings.

"These are amazing," I had said.

"Do you really think so?" she had asked, turning around in her desk chair. I nodded, admiring each and every one. She smiled.

"With this job, you have to have something to hold onto, to keep you sane. If you don't…." she trailed off.

"But Meygan said that it was best to cut off all ties to anything, don't get attached," I said, confused. She chuckled.

"Don't listen to that bitch, Kiddo. She just wants to make your life a living hell," She said.

"Sara….?"

"Yeah?"

"Was I really here…..before I lost my memory?" I asked. She didn't answer for a second.

"Do you not believe you were….?" I shook my head slowly. "Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you were."

No I wasn't Sara. Why did you lie to me….? I silently scream. One drawing catches my eye. It's positioned right above where her head was when she slept. It's me, her, and Isabella. I feel small tears well up in my eyes, but I wipe them away quickly. I leave the room, and shut the door quietly behind me. Next I enter Isabella's room. Her walls were a dark black, but she had white sheets of paper scattered everywhere. I pick a few up, and read them; song lyrics. She had so many….

"You have a beautiful voice Isabella," I said, clapping after she finished her song.

"Do you really think so?" She asked with a smile. I nodded. There was a knock at the door. The door knob turned, and Sara's head appeared in the doorway.

"Do I hear Bellatrix's amazing voice, or am I just imagining things?" She asked with a smile. We laughed, and she came into the room and sat next to me.

"You would think I would remember a voice as amazing as hers," I said with a small laugh.

"You would think so, huh?" Bella smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. I don't notice.

I was an idiot for not noticing. Couldn't I tell they were lying? They were just trying to keep themselves in line, to protect themselves….to protect me. Was it better that I didn't know the truth? Who knew….I pick up another sheet of paper, and read the song lyrics. I remember the song, the beautiful melody awaking itself in my memory.

"Desperate and so lonely, I've looked for you," I heard Bellatrix begin to sing in the other room. She sounds like she's trying to sing softly, but I can hear her through the thin walls. Plus our rooms were right next to each other.

"And left behind, all that I had ever longed for…." Her soothing voice comforts me, after what I was forced to do tonight. Apparently Alex had to "break me in" again, just to make sure I was still…talented. I shudder at the recovering memories. I shove them away, trying to forget how every touch seemed to burn my skin, and every kiss felt like a lie.

"Cold winds scream through my ears, like a banshee….

A freezing chill, a pain that will forever haunt me…." Her voice echoes through the house, everyone quietly listening.

Yet I have made it here, running through all the fear, the sadness in my heart, retains the pain….

And if I fall I've learned, that I may not return, none of my love remains….." My eyelids began to feel heavy, my senses giving in to sleep.

Yet I have made it here, make this pain disappear, my one and only prince charmin-" her words are cut off by a loud banging noise, and Meygan's voice yelling "Knock it off Isabella!"

"And still I wonder, why can't I even dream…..?" I finish softly for her, and then fall into a deep slumber.

The song was so beautiful, and it had remained as my favorite. It brought tears to my eyes that I couldn't hold back anymore. I surrendered to my emotions, and released my tears. My quiet sobs couldn't drown out the memories.

"Where are Bellatrix and Sara?" I had asked one night. Alex didn't answer right away.

"I let them go, they weren't bringing in enough money," he said in a dead tone.

"B-but….they…..they tried there hardest!" I protested, "Can't they have a second chance?" His palm connects with my cheek, and the force of the slap is enough to make me fall back onto the bed.

"No one gets a second chance, Scarlette," he said, "Why should you care about them anyway?"

"They were…my…my friends…." I said quietly. He laughed at me.

"Friends? Friends mean nothing in this world. Look out for you and you only, and you won't get hurt." He said. I nodded, and left the room.

I banged my fist against the wall. He had killed them, I knew it. Only a week later had we packed up and left, leaving everything of Sara's and Bella's behind. I didn't take anything with me; I couldn't stay attached to anything anymore. My heart had turned to stone, and I was done with emotion. I did my job, but as I became better and better, I realized the lies, and fled Los Angeles. The only reminder….. I traced the scars that covered my wrists with my finger. How many of them were there? Too many. Too many memories, too many men, too many tears.

I folded the small piece of paper up, and put in my pocket. I wiped away my tears, and opened the door to leave the room. I walked down to my door, and turned the knob slowly. No one is in there, thank god. It was the same way it was when we left: dark red walls, with drawing from Sara and song lyrics Bellatrix wrote for me covering the walls. There is a small desk right next to the window, and I walked over to it. The journal I left behind was still sitting where I left it, a thin layer of dust covered it. I opened it, and began reading it.

June 14, 2008

I can't remember anything. I honestly can't. They told me I was already here; already working for them….but I can't tell if what they're telling me is true. All I remember is waking up here, in my room. They told me the whole story, of how "I became upset by something Esperanza said. I left for a little while, and when they went searching for me, they found me in the middle of the street. I had been hit by a car, and I couldn't remember anything. They knew my name was Scarlette, but didn't tell me my last name. They told me I was nineteen, but they didn't tell me what day I was born. How could they know me, but know so little about me? Why can't I trust them?

Sara and Isabella are really nice, and they seem to not give me hateful glares that all the others girls give me. I don't get why; I'm not beautiful like they all are. They are better at our….job….god, it's even difficult for me to write it. Why do they hate me? What did I ever do?

Tears began to fall again, the emotions from two years ago refreshed in my mind.

"S-Scarlette..? Are ya ok?" A familiar southern accent asked behind me. I snap the book shut and turn quickly. Ellis is standing in the doorway; His expression showed that he was worried.

"E-Ellis, Jesus…..How long have you been standing there?" I asked, wiping away any tears that were left.

"J-Jus' a few seconds….Ah'm sorry, I didn' mean tah intrude or nothin'…." He apologized. I sighed.

"It's fine," I muttered.

"Wha's wrong Scar….?" He asked quietly.

"Do you really wanna know…?" He nodded. Don't tell him, my mind yelled at me. Trust him, my heart screamed. How long had I waited to tell someone? How long had I kept all of these emotions to myself?

"Alright," I sighed. I took a seat on the bed, and he came and sat next to me. I took a deep breath, and started the story of the past two years of my life.

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That was….dramatic, wasn't it? XD italics are everywhere….. *sigh* well, at least I got two chapters done in one night :D I hope this clears things up a little bit, but even more details are on the way when she tells Ellis the story :)

My spell check goes insane every time Ellis talks…..XD