Guys, i know its been a long time, and I'm really sorry. I've been so damn busy this year...argh, and so stress, and so many things to do. It's killing me.

ANyway, i know this is a short chapter, but i'm gonna just drop another bomb here HAHA well i hope you enjoy this chapter :)

R&R! Thanks for staying with me for so long, and whoever reviews, thanks for being so patient bro/sis!

ENjoy!

p.s i tried a new style in this chapter...i personally feel really uncomfortable with it cuz i have no idea whether i'm doing it right but yea please tell me if i'm wrong HAHA (constructive criticism please)

Rachel's POV

Darkness. Darkness everywhere.

Why is it so dark? Where am I? Why am I floating? What is this place?

Everywhere I turn, its black. Cold, desolate black. There is no colour, no light, no blue or green or red or anything at all. Just this blackness that fills every inch of my vision.

It feels so scary. This cold, empty blackness that fills my every sight, this eerie nothingness that seems to be the only thing that exists in this unknown world that revolves around me.

Is this all that there is of the world? That can't be…right? If it is, than how do I know what red is, or blue, or yellow, or the fact that they even exist? No, there is definitely a world out there with colors, with beautiful and mesmerizing sights.

If that is so, why am I here? Am I dead? Is this a punishment for the mistakes I made in my life, to simply slowly float around this damnable place for all eternity, slowly driving myself into the deepest pits of insanity as I continue wait for the end of this cruel emptiness to end?

But if I'm dead, why am I still breathing? The air is stale and has no smell, but I'm pretty sure I'm still breathing. Breathe in, breathe out. Yes, I'm still breathing. The air is still entering as well as leaving my body. I can feel the cool air as it enters my nostrils, and the slightly warm air as it leaves.

I can't seem to move my body either. It's as though all my nerves are dead. I can't feel any part of my body, but it still functions. My heart still beats, my lungs still take in and give out oxygen, my blood still flows. But my muscles are all still, my eyes are shut tight and unmoving, and my mouth feels like a ton of bricks- too heavy to even twitch.

I can't seem to remember anything too. What is my name? Who are my parents? Who am I to the world? Who are my friends? Where is my home? Who the hell am I?

This nothingness. I can't stand it much longer. I can't move, I don't know where I am, I don't even know who and what I am. Am I supposed to wile and rot away in here for all eternity, as punishment for a life I can't even remember?

I've been stuck here since…forever. As long as I can remember, it was black. Black and cold and lonely. I can't remember the last time I spoke a word at all, or marveled at a sight of something magnificent, or felt anything other than…well, nothing.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

An incessant, eerie beeping sound is currently filling the empty air, sending shivers down my spine as it continues its disturbing, endless beeping.

It keeps on going through my head until I can no longer concentrate on anything else but on the ominous sound.

I try to spot where that blasted sound is coming from, but because of the immobility of my neck, I can't twist my neck by the slightest inch.

It is pitch black, and the endless beeping sounds never seem to be louder or softer.

It is always the same loudness, the same pitch; always a melancholic, consistent sound that scares me to the ends of the earth.

Wait…I felt a shiver? I actually felt something? Did it really happen, or is my mind trying to play cruel tricks on me? Is it trying to give me hope, and then planning to crush it into tiny, shattered pieces later on?

I really hope not, as hope is already starting to churn inside me, causing my heart to beat faster and my breathing to quicken as anticipation brews like an incoming storm inside of me.

What is that white, circular thing? Is that…light? Is it really light? It's slowly brightening…its getting brighter…

I squint- or I tried to- as the rays of pure, white light spread out and brighten, invading and wiping out all the blackness around me as easily as a wave of water washing away an army of creepy crawling tiny black ants.

Slowly but surely, my body starts to feel pins and pricks…it's like a thousand needles being slowly pushed through the thin layer of skin that covers the surface of my entire body. It feels terrible, and yet I relish it, as it is one of the first feelings I have experienced in a long, long time.

The light rays are becoming too painful to even look at now. I have to shut my eyes totally as they feel like they're burning. I still can't move my body as I am still too weak, but on the inside, I am leaping for joy.

It seems like I'm finally leaving that hellhole. That sea of heavy blackness that seemed to drown out every single one of my senses. Now, a sea of whiteness is washing that sea of blackness away, and all my senses are returning…as well as memories.

My name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I am a…I no longer know how old I am, but I am supposed to be…thirteen? Fourteen? I can't remember. I attend Half-blood school, and I belong to a family who are retarded, selfish assholes.

My eyes are getting used to the whiteness now. Slowly but surely, the burning sensation is fading away, and I attempt to open my eyelids. However, all I can do is shift it a little…I am still too weak.

What is this smell that makes me feel so…so…hungry? This heavy aroma of some sort of delightful, tasty sauce that makes my stomach growl and my mouth tingle. Is this…hunger? Is this how hunger feels like? More importantly, is that smell the smell of food?

The feeling of the pins and pricks are slowly disappearing, and I can feel something smooth, soft and comfortable under me. It feels like cloth. The soothing feeling of the cloth also covers the rest of my body. But wait…my left hand…it feels different. It feels warmer than the rest of my body…and the thing I'm touching with my left hand is not the cloth I feel everywhere else.

This texture…it feels so familiar, and yet I can't identify…is it a human hand? Why would I feel the texture of human skin all around my left hand…unless there is a hand that is wrapping around mine.

My heart skips a beat. I may be able to get help! All I need…all I need is to just twitch just a single finger on my left hand, and hopefully whoever that person is will notice and get help!

I put all of my strength into moving just the slightest bit. Just a little twitch, just a small, tiny movement.

I hear a sharp intake of breath from someone around me and my heart increases in speed twofold. Is it possible? Did I succeed?

"Ra-rachel?" I hear someone's voice stutter my name out over the beeping, and a wave of emotions crashed into me, sending me tumbling into a hurricane of emotions. Why is there so much pain? Why do I feel so much regret, so much bitterness, and so much sadness just by hearing that voice?

I berate myself for losing focus. If I don't react now, whoever that is may give up. I try to move some part of my left hand, or just lift my eyelid by a little bit.

"Rachel! Holy shit!" I rejoiced on the inside. I don't know which part of my body I moved, but that guy had noticed, and he is going to get help now! Maybe I can finally be rid of this blackness and whiteness and all this crazy sights and smells and feelings that I can't even identify!

I hear a chair toppling onto the floor, followed by a multitude of shouts from different voices. I feel gentle hands lifting my body up, followed by a different pair of hands that is trying to pry my eye open.

Immediately, out of instinct, I try to close my eyes again and flinch, jerking my body away from those prying hands. I hear a whole string of gasps from different voices. There is dead silence for two seconds before a whole bomb of voices explodes inside the room.

Slowly, I open my eyes, squinting as I try to get used to the new degree of brightness.

"Rachel?" The very first voice I heard previously called my name again. I turned, wincing as I turned my neck painfully. It feels as stiff as a board, and I'm pretty sure I hear a few loud cracks as I turn.

My eyes land on a person with stunning, captivating sea-green eyes, unusually attractive messy jet-black hair and a broad face, and my heart skip a beat without me even knowing why.

"Oh gods…" I can see his stunned expression all too clearly. He is in pure disbelief, as though me waking up is some unbelievable miracle.

"Rachel…" He finally speaks after twenty seconds of just staring at my face intently. I shift uncomfortably, not knowing why he is staring at me like that. I frown as I wonder how he even knows my name. So, throwing all caution to the wind, I decide to ask.

"…Do I know you?"