A/N: I am going to try and take this from a Characters p.o.v. and I'm not sure whose yet. Please bare with me while I experiment, and tell me if you think I should go back to 3rd person or first person.

Disclaimer: Don't own a damn thing, and don't bother suing 'cuz 'ya can't get water from a rock.

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Several months have gone by since I found the girl in the snow. I've grown quite attached to her really, her name is Sherry. She had lost all her memory, and the only parents she has now are Claire and myself.

I was committed into an asylum, but they let me out on good behavior. They have me all drugged up all the time now so much that I can't sleep without sleeping pills at night.

Claire and I haven't become a couple, although Sherry would like us to, but I'm just not ready after losing Amelia.

I usually stays in my room staring out the window. It really hurts to see anything that reminds me of her, but I think that the snow is the worst. Sometimes when its starts snowing and all the star are shinning like little lightning bugs, Claire comes and holds me, so I don't cry. I like that she doesn't make me talk about what I've been through, but she does make me go shopping with Sherry and herself.

I grow bored of the continual window scene and stand. I gaze at myself in the mirror. I've lost weight, to much, and I'm so pasty now...what happened to me? I sighed. My eyes look different from the last time I've really looked at them, they're darker now, with more care, no, concern, and less free joy; joy is far more expensive these days.

I put my hand to the mirror, tired of looking at a miserable me. I smashed it, I didn't mean to hit it that hard. It lays in a hundred pieces on the floor, I can't even make myself out anymore.

My hand has started to hurt, badly. I need to lie down Where's Claire? I want her to hold me again, she'll make the pain go away. I look at my hand and notice its bleeding, I can't move any of my fingers either.

I head to the door stumbling for Claire, but I trip on something. I don't know what. The ground is coming fast. I put my hands out in front of me to catch myself, but that backfires, and intensifies the pain in my right hand, fogging my vision with a red haze.

I just collapse, I'm in far to much pain to move. My hand hurts badly. I need to lie down. I am lying down. Where's Claire? I want her to hold me again, she'll make the pain go away.

I try to call her name but my voice is to hoarse to get out more than the 'Cuh'. My vision is getting worse. The red has almost all but overtaken my vision. Where's Claire? I want her to hold me again, she'll make the pain go away.

I set my head down on the rug, it hurts to much from thinking. I need to lie down. I am lying down. Where's Claire? I can't think any more the pain is so great all over. I can't go to sleep. Sleep really sounds nice right now. I need to lie down. I am lying down. 'Make the pain go away', I whisper to myself repeatedly, 'The Angel will make the pain go away.' I can't hang on anymore, and sleep overtakes me.

A/N: I tried to repeat those lines a lot to show that he was losing his comprehensiveness. I'm not sure how well it worked. R & R please!! Thanks so much to all of my reviewers.