Hola. Computers still not fixed. Im on family computer. Its weird typing on this thing. Please don't forget about me, just keep reviewing, K? Read story now. Listen to Hip Albatross while reading it. It sets the mood.

I left the recording studio sometime around 10:00. My feet dragged across the stained carpets all the way to my room. I could barely keep my eyes open. "If I sleep, will they come out?" I asked. "If they want to. But now they are in a better place, and shouldn't care too much." it said. I nodded, then realized it couldn't see me and stopped.

I took a quick shower and got into bed, sleep was new to me, but fairly comfortable. I fell asleep instantly, awaiting what people talked about so much called 'dreams'.

Blank. It was all blank here. No matter which way I turned, the scenery didn't change, almost as if I didn't turn at all. But I knew I did, so was the scenery following me? I looked up, no sun. I looked down, just grass. Not even soft grass. Grass filled with weeds, unkempt grass, ugly grass. I kicked the ground, already hating dreams. Or was this what they called a nightmare? Some of the littler kids back at Jeb's would get up at night complaining of them. The sky was a dull gray. Boring. Like those 6X6 cubicles people work in. No clouds, no sun, ugly grass, boring sky, no people, and nothing to do but sit.

So that's what I did.

I sat down in the ugly grass and waited. It seemed like hours of waiting. You know? It's probably not a nightmare. It's not scary. Just boring. I guess if I was different, I would find being alone in this place scary. Like the whole world was wiped out but me. But no. This place is fine with me. In a way, it was sort of calming. Like every problem I had vanished. I tried conversing with my voice. Nothing. And I'm not sure if I should be happy about that, or scream. Nothing was here. Not even my voice. Jeb usually says dreams are short, and if they're long, you usually don't remember much about them.

What a lie.

Am I mental? Is their something wrong with me? I don't remember much from past times sleeping. I guess this is why. I got up and wandered around. Jeb said that dreams are basically when your in your self-conscience. But my ghosts said that my conscience was horrible. Is this my conscience? It's not horrible. Its boring, but not horrible. But I guess being in here for about 15 years would feel like hell. Maria said something about Annie playing with my memory's? I think I'll try that.

I imagined stuff. I tried to remember stuff. And it worked! There in front of me, sat a full view of a park. A park I used to play in all the time. My joy suppressed when I realized it was the park my fathers client took me to before I almost died. I wiped the memory away from my vision and tried again. It was of me. I was looking at a younger version of myself. I was in school, about kinder garden. Yet here I was now, sitting on the concrete porch of the school, and nobody noticed. I smiled. Everything was so easy then. I looked at my fellow classmates. They all probably still went to school together, still knew each other. They were normal. I noticed as my day went through school, I didn't have many friends. People talked to me, yes. But they came and went. Almost as if they felt sorry for me. Like I was a freak.

I also noticed that they shied away from me. Avoided me. Whispered behind my back. Had I not noticed this at that time? Was I really to caught up in the adventure of being 5? I watched as I played on the playground. It had lots of trees, and was filled with those bark-looking sticks where the play scape was. I watched myself draw figures with chalk. Scary figures. Figures that looked like demons and ghosts. I see why they avoided me.

Even though I was drawing images that would scare a teenage guy, my smaller self smiled and giggled as she drew them. Weird. I noticed I never said a word during class, but smiled nonstop. Why was I smiling so much?

I also couldn't help but notice a pattern of bad luck that fallowed me.

Not to me personally, but all around me. I was right on the playground, watching as two cars collided on the street in front of me. I didn't scream like the other kids when the paramedics hauled away the dead body. I looked at it in brief pity and smiled and waved.

I was standing right next to the kid that fell and slid his face into the dirt, broke his arm and had to get 20 stitches on his cheek, but was also right next to him with the teachers that were waiting for the ambulance. While the other children were away inside, the teachers told me to go inside more than once, but I stayed with him. I calmed him down and held his hand while he screamed bloody murder.

I was kicking my legs off the side of the play scape humming to myself as they carried a blond headed girl with tons of freckles to an ambulance after she had an asthma attack in the middle of class.

Somehow I knew this was all my fault.

I saw the landscape start to fade around me. I guess I was probably waking up. I wiped away the old memories and sighed in relief as my body faded too.

My memories were horrible. To think, Annie actually played with those? Maria said something about playing with people I had met, but forgotten. Could she jump into my memories or something? Or pull them out? Talk to them? Could I had kept that boy from falling, if I had tried? No. It was a memory. It won't ever change, it's already been done. And I can't change it, because it happened 10 years ago.

I shifted out of bed and made my way anxiously to the breakfast table. Everyone was already sitting there. In the same seats from yesterday, almost as if I never left them. Murdoc was reading the paper, Russel was chowing down, 2D was smoking a cigarette while drinking coffee, and Noodle was looking up at me, smiling. I smiled back, it was good that she didn't hate me. Even if I was daughter of Satan.

I sat in my chair and said, "Morning." Murdoc and Russel looked up to acknowledge my presence. 2D screamed and jumped out of his chair. I was afraid of that.

"Y-you came out of no where! Like a ninja, or a ghost! You got powers or something?" he said, clearly scared. "Oh." I thought. I couldn't help but start laughing. He made my day. Powers! Ha!

"Wot are you laughing about?" he said. I was clutching my sides. "Powers! Really! You guys think I'm some kind of cartoon?" I kept laughing, Murdoc chuckled beside me, obviously about 2D, Noodle giggled some.

"So, your not going to eat my soul?" he asked. I laughed some more. "No! What would make you think that?"

"Murdoc said so." he mumbled. I noticed a slight blush across his cheeks. Cute.

"He was just messing with you 'D." Russel said, also laughing. I stopped laughing enough to breath and said, "Actually, I have some explaining to do." I felt all too nervous about this.

"Yeah, why didn't you tell us you were some kind of devil child!" 2D said.

"I didn't know either!" I defended. "All I knew was ghost talked to me and protected me and when I'm asleep 3 ghost come out from my soul to watch over me!" I was talking very fast, "They're all skilled in music so that's how I play it and stuff and when you touch me you here it too!" I touched 2D and Russel's foreheads. They're eyes widened and I pulled away then did the same with Noodle. She smiled. "Cool!"

"Im sorry. Really sorry I didn't tell you. Don't take me to a mental hospital or anything okay?" I said.

"No, no." Noodle said. "It's fine really. Want to watch Pokemon?" I smiled. It was amazing how positive she could be about things. "Please." I said. We left the table together, I wasn't that hungry. Before I left the kitchen I turned around and said, "Oh, also I'll be visiting my dad soon." We went to the T.V room and began to rot our brains with endless Teen Titans and Pokemon and Powerpuff Girls and horror films.

"Hey Noodle?" I asked, yawning. It was getting late, but I'm not sure if I wanted to sleep yet. Not after last night.

"Huh?" she picked her head off the side of the sofa, I guess she was tired too.

"How old are you?"

"I'll be 15 in a week. Halloween." she yawned.

"Cool. But you don't look 15." I said.

"I know. Im short. And skinny, and flat chested. I get tons of fan messages saying that. And I'm not 15, I'm 14."

"Your basically 15. Don't worry about that stuff Noodle. Your still really pretty. And not to mention a rock star. Guys are probably all over you." I reassured her.

"Thanks. And most of the time they aren't. I don't leave Kong much. You have a boyfriend?" she asked.

"No. Never any time, I guess. And in the period when I started looking like a teenager, I was never pretty. Living on the streets kept me looking like a rat." I said.

"It's nice to talk about this stuff." she said. "I never get to. Living with 3 guys."

"Yeah. Their weren't many girls at the place I stayed at. If their were, they were major tomboys or really little. But I guess you had to be tough, we literally fought over food." I said.

Noodle sat up, smiling. "We should go shopping tomorrow."

"I don't like shopping." I mumbled already feeling myself drift off.

"No. This will be fun. Not just buying clothes, which you need anyway. We're going guy-hunting."

Oh yeah. This chapter was really angsty, but the next one will be happy. I promise. And not to worry, my little children, there is going to be some interaction with Jonah and 2D.

Okay, if you want to know what Jonah looks like:

-Skinny, with slight curves.

-small breasts

-light brown hair, short, cut wrong (Jeb or she probably cut it with like, kitchen scissors or something)

-Dark green or brown eyes (you decide) red when in that demon state a few chapters back

-Fairly average height

-Would have pale skin, but has tanned over time living on streets

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