Author's Note- Please read and enjoy!

-Lacie

Alisha heard the creaking of a door opening just to her left. A voice she never thought she would ever hear again called out to her. She turned her head towards her Father, who was standing in the doorway. Just when she was about to run up to him, a flash of lilac intruded on her reunion. The young her ran up to her Father, who wrapped his arms around the girl with a warm smile. They retreated into the house, closing and locking the door behind them.

'Oh,' Alisha lightly chided herself. 'Of course he was not calling me, well, not the me now, the me then.'

With a heavy heart Alisha pulled her gaze away from her childhood home, her eyes falling on the face of the young Trey. His usually light filled eyes, were dark with undisguised feeling. What that feeling was, Alisha could not be certain, but as darkness began falling around her, all she was aware of were the eyes of the person she thought she knew best of all. She began to realize that she had never really known what she thought she knew about this person.

Alisha saw the girl open her eyes with a start once she heard the slight 'click' of the front door closing. The girl had been awake even before her Father left, even when her Father came by to kiss her forehead goodnight. Though she did not stir until now.

It was always like this, although her Father thought she was asleep, she never was. She would always be awake in time to hear him go. She would also wake just momentarily when he came home. Though this night was going to be different, Alisha knew. She knew because she remembered getting out of bed, heading out of the house, and following her father. Past the familiar houses, and into an even more familiar house.

Even as Alisha was watching the young her following the same path she remembered so well, into her Father's best friends house. This house also happened to be Trey's childhood home. Even as Alisha continued watching the scene ahead of her, the one thought that was on her mind was, 'what happens next?'

No matter how hard Alisha probed her mind, she had no memories of what happened after they set foot in that house. Though she wanted to reach out to the young her, and stop her from venturing into that house, with it's candle lit windows shining out into the street, she was conflicted.

'I know that I am here for a reason, I am here because the only memories I have of this night, are stepping into this house, then waking up the next morning in my bed like nothing had ever happened.' Alisha thought to herself, following the two young children into the candle lit house.

As soon as she stepped in the house, the front door closed with a creak. She saw a bit of lilac lace turning the corner to her right, down the hallway that she knew was there. It lead to the section that was reserved for the bedrooms of the house. Alisha turned to follow the memory children, determined to find out why she could not remember what was happening, nor why she felt so much dread. It is like her suppressed memories were about to leak over like a flooded river.

She passed Trey's bedroom to the right, with it's dark mahogany door. She continued down the hallway, the candlelight flickering behind her. She passed Troy's parents room, then she headed towards a door that she had never noticed was there until now. Before she reached the door she stopped in her tracks, and her hand found it's way to her chest. Her heart was beating like crazy, and she knew. She knew what was happening even before she heard the puzzled voice that came from the young her. Even though she knew, she still forced those heavy legs of hers, down the rest of the hallway.

What Alisha saw there brought back a flood of memories, ones that had been suppressed. Though not by her doing.

In that room, lying on a large silver table, was a Chain, covered in chains. That was not the only thing in the room though, the majority of the townsfolk that lived in the town, were all gathered around the table, as was Alisha's Father. He stood off to her right, by Trey's father, with a horrified expression on his face.

Trey's father stepped up in front of the cluster of people. Alisha could see his mouth moving as he talked to the girl, though she could hear no words. She knew what was being said, they reverberated in her mind as if he was speaking them right next to her, like what was happening right now to the young her. He was telling her about their plan to attempt to make their own chains. Ones who would listen to their commands.

At that moment, Trey stepped away from her, and towards his father, and transformed into the chain that she had saw just a few days earlier.

Just then, Alisha felt a sting in her arm, looking down she noticed a needle in her arm, it was connected to a syringe filled with clear liquid. The liquid was being slowly injected into her body. She felt her knees grow week, but before she could fall, movement caught her eyes. She looked up to see the young her fall to the ground. Looking back at her arm, she noticed nothing. No blood, not even a single pinprick of a needle stick.

Her Father bent over her, picked her up, and left the meeting just like that.

Alisha stayed even after her Father had left, she already knew what would happen when she woke up. She would not remember a thing. Looking at Trey as he changed back into his human form, Alisha noted something surprising in his eyes.

'Regret?' Alisha thought as darkness swirled around her once more.

Done! Sorry if it was a bit confusing, it was sort of tough showing the young Alisha vs. the present Alisha. I hope it was not too unbearable.