Hey there, Internet people! Got another chapter for ya! This one's a bit strange, but strange is fun, right? BIG Z1776, thanks for the review, I think. Anyway, hope you like this chapter!

Disclaimer: Don't own, Dreamworks, ROTG, or characters. Only Melody and plot.

I found myself laying on a cold, stone floor, the air was stale and I was having trouble breathing. There was almost no light in the room, and my insides felt empty. I tried to sit up, but I was so weak the attempt caused my arms to shake and collapse underneath me. I looked down to see my orange tee and denim shorts had been replaced by a strapless blank sand dress that didn't even reach my knees.

"What the hell?" I mumbled, and there was a dark chuckle in response. I groaned.

"Don't worry, the black sand is just a precaution." He said, somewhere to my left. I laughed dryly.

"Sure it is, creep." I said, my voice small as I was thoroughly horrified as to how I got into this dress. Pitch moved forward, but I could barely see him. He leant down and brushed a strand of hair out of my face, causing me to shiver.

"I won't deny, it is entertaining to see you lie there. So weak, so defenseless." He laughed harshly. Oh, how I wished I had the strength to slap the wicked smile off his face.

"What did you do to me?" I spat at him, sick of feeling weak. He chuckled.

"You don't know?" He asked condescendingly. "God, you are a stupid creature. You have no power source, no light." He stated as if it was the most obvious thing, which it sort of was, but I wasn't able to think very well at the moment.

"Why am I here?" I asked, getting straight to the point. I was tired in every sense of the word, and just wanted to get this over with.

"Because," he grabbed my wrist, his hand burning my skin, "you still have light." He let go of my wrist and I saw why my wrist had burned. The bracelet was glowing white hot to drive away the dark. He began spinning black sand around in the air and shot it towards me. "Time to meet some old friends." Pitch smiled sinisterly, and I felt the fear crushing my heart as the black sand swirled around me.

I was transported to a room that held two other people. A woman who looked about 30 was leaning against the wall and a 12 year old boy with floppy brown hair sat on the floor, tapping a rhythm. They both jumped when I suddenly appeared in the room.

"Amelia?" The woman's eyes widened. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I had seen her before.

"No, sorry..." I said, wondering why Pitch had sent me here. The woman gave me a confused look.

"Yes, you are. Of course you are." She said in an almost commanding tone. "Don't you remember me?" Her expression became worried, and I felt bad for her.

"Sorry, should I?" I asked, confused. The boy just watched us without much interest. The woman threw her arms in the air.

"You can't even remember your own mother!" She exclaimed, and began pacing. That's when I saw her bloodstained back, peppered with bullet holes. I gasped. "Oh, let me guess, you don't remember seeing your father shoot me down in that parking lot? You were there with me, for God's sake!" Her temper was rising and I became the worried one.

"I-I don't understand..." I stuttered over my words. I searched through my mind, trying to remember this person.

"Amelia Grace Todd!" She shouted, "You are such a disappointment! How could you block out memories of your own mother?" I backed away.

"I-I don't... I can't..." I tried to find the words to say before I just exploded. "I'm not Amelia! I have no idea who you are!" She looked at me with pain in her eyes, and I felt horrible. "Sorry" I mumbled.

"Millie." She said softly, and memories flashed through my mind. Memories that I had hidden from myself. Watching my dad point a gun at my mom and being helpless. Sitting next to my mom as she died. Shouting for her lifeless form to wake up. The cops finding my dad before he could kill me.

I remembered the day I made that choice. The day I chose a new name, the day I chose to forget what I saw and replace it with false memories. The day I joined the witness protection program. Yes, my dad didn't want me, but he had been worse than I thought. I chose to forget all that and become a new person. What else would a six year old do? It seemed like a logical choice.

"I chose to forget you." I whispered, and her eyes became angry. She moved toward me.

"Chose to forget me?" She yelled. "It was your fault I died! If he had just killed you first, I would still be alive! It's your fault! It's all your fault! It's no wonder no one wants you, you're useless, pathetic!" Her eyes flashed yellow. Something wasn't right.

"You're dead." I said softly. "You can't be here. You're not real." Her face became more enraged as her figure became black sand and her eyes stayed yellow. I backed away and she exploded. I heard slow clapping and turned to see the boy standing up.

"Bravo." He sneered. "You finally figured it out. Took you long enough." My bracelet became warm and my mouth dropped.

"Zane?" I gasped. I thought I would never see him again. He rolled his eyes.

"No duh, dipshit." He spat at me. "I had hoped I'd never talk to you again, but here you are, unfortunately." I have him a confused look.

"What... Why-Why are you acting like this?" I asked as the heat faded from my bracelet. He laughed dryly.

"Why am I acting like this?" He repeated. "This is me, and not that stupid act I put on when you were around." I felt an ache in my chest and held a hand over my heart, trying to somehow stop the pain.

"But-but..." I stuttered before he interrupted me.

"You thought I actually cared?" He mocked me. "Why would I care about some pathetic outcast? It was all just a joke, a game, and you fell for it." He laughed. "You're even wearing that stupid bracelet." My hand went to the bracelet protectively.

"Zane, this isn't... This can't be... No!" I suddenly screamed at him, "This is not you! It can't be!" He smirked

"But it is." His eyes had a malicious glint. He moved forward and I found myself trapped in a corner. I looked around for a way out when I noticed the height difference between us. He was smaller than me. That was weird. I was pulled out of my thoughts when he smacked me across the face. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." I felt my eyes sting with the tears that couldn't fall. "You are nothing! You are worthless! No one will ever love you and no one will ever accept you! Get that into your brain!" He shouted, punching me in the gut with unnatural strength. I fell to the ground at his feet.

"Just stop. Please." I whimpered, which only caused him to laugh more. "Please." I begged.

"Why should I when its so much fun?" He replied, kicking me in the stomach. I groaned and curled up in the fetal position, my vision blurring.

"Melody!" I heard a familiar voice call out. "Melody!" It was Jack, he had somehow found me.

"Jack." I cried softly. "Jack, please." I heard a crash and saw Jack fly through the huge hole in the wall. He rushed towards me and kneeled down.

"Melody, what happened? What did Pitch do?" He asked hurriedly but kindly. I looked up and noticed Zane was no longer there. He had never been there. It was just a nightmare. I tried to respond, but shadows began closing in on us, and I felt empty again. Jack stood in front of me protectively.

"I'm not alone." I whispered, realizing the truth. The words gave me power, and I acted on instinct. Light burst from every inch of my body, destroying the shadows. The attack drained the little energy I had, and I blacked out.

So, that chapter was a bit weird, but things get better, trust me. Please review, even if its just to tell me that this story is crap, cuz I need some feedback, people! C'mon! Thanks to all who are still reading, you guys are awesome! Until next time, my friends.