Authors notes:
Jeff- LISTEN UP JACK ASS, MY NAME ISN'T EVEN ANNABELLE! THIS IS FICTION I MADE UP!THIS IS NOT A MARY SUE FIC just because the main character is a girl. As a matter of fact I think Paul's an interesting character. I am a big fan of the actor but if I were to ever write 'Mary sue' I would write it for dead last and not kingdom hospital!! How can my story suck when it's not a Mary sue? My name is SHEENA. Spell it with me, S-H-E-E-N-A! Not Annabelle. I don't even know an Annabelle.And why would I want to write a story about a guy who wants to drown me? Because I'm so suicidal and all. And wanna know a secret? I got the name from the main character in freaky Friday cuz I had watched it earlier that day. So if you're going to bash a story and say it sucks just because you think it's a Mary sue story even when it's not check the fucking facts, ass hole.
And to the rest of you, have a fun read
Present day 65 years later
Anna POV
I opened my eyes and realized where I was. I pushed myself out of the glowing tank to grasp a breath of air. I could barely remember where I was or what had happened. All I knew was that I was soaking wet.
Still sitting in the tank I tried to remember everything that had happened to me. I was helping dad with work . . . I was going home. No, I didn't go home I went to the morgue then I ended up in this tank?
No, that couldn't have happened. I wasn't allowed to go down to the morgue . . .but somebody helped me! I touched my neck and felt a pang of memory. I was strangled. I remember being strangled and then the person who helped me tried to drown me.
Feeling satisfied I jumped out of the salty tank and wondered around the hospital. Everything looked all gloomy and dark like the hospital hadn't been used in years. But that was impossible; the hospital was fully functional the night before.
"Hey duchess." I opened my eyes to see Mr. Morlock.
"Mr. Morlock what's going on?" I demanded referring to everything around me.
"Please call me Paul." He said suavely then held his hand out. I took it and he led me somewhere.
"Paul where am I?" I asked, "This isn't right I mean, what happened to the hospital?"
Paul grinned, "Do you know the date, Annabelle?"
"Of course it's my birthday June 14th 1939." I said gingerly.
"I'm sorry to say your wrong." Paul said grinning.
"What do you mean?" I asked. How could I be wrong? a girl could never forget her own birthday.
"What do I mean? You've been dead for 65 years ,Annabelle." Paul said bluntly.
"You lie." I told him harshly.
"Fine then follow me."
"Where are you taking me?" I demanded.
"You'll see."
Jeff- LISTEN UP JACK ASS, MY NAME ISN'T EVEN ANNABELLE! THIS IS FICTION I MADE UP!THIS IS NOT A MARY SUE FIC just because the main character is a girl. As a matter of fact I think Paul's an interesting character. I am a big fan of the actor but if I were to ever write 'Mary sue' I would write it for dead last and not kingdom hospital!! How can my story suck when it's not a Mary sue? My name is SHEENA. Spell it with me, S-H-E-E-N-A! Not Annabelle. I don't even know an Annabelle.And why would I want to write a story about a guy who wants to drown me? Because I'm so suicidal and all. And wanna know a secret? I got the name from the main character in freaky Friday cuz I had watched it earlier that day. So if you're going to bash a story and say it sucks just because you think it's a Mary sue story even when it's not check the fucking facts, ass hole.
And to the rest of you, have a fun read
Present day 65 years later
Anna POV
I opened my eyes and realized where I was. I pushed myself out of the glowing tank to grasp a breath of air. I could barely remember where I was or what had happened. All I knew was that I was soaking wet.
Still sitting in the tank I tried to remember everything that had happened to me. I was helping dad with work . . . I was going home. No, I didn't go home I went to the morgue then I ended up in this tank?
No, that couldn't have happened. I wasn't allowed to go down to the morgue . . .but somebody helped me! I touched my neck and felt a pang of memory. I was strangled. I remember being strangled and then the person who helped me tried to drown me.
Feeling satisfied I jumped out of the salty tank and wondered around the hospital. Everything looked all gloomy and dark like the hospital hadn't been used in years. But that was impossible; the hospital was fully functional the night before.
"Hey duchess." I opened my eyes to see Mr. Morlock.
"Mr. Morlock what's going on?" I demanded referring to everything around me.
"Please call me Paul." He said suavely then held his hand out. I took it and he led me somewhere.
"Paul where am I?" I asked, "This isn't right I mean, what happened to the hospital?"
Paul grinned, "Do you know the date, Annabelle?"
"Of course it's my birthday June 14th 1939." I said gingerly.
"I'm sorry to say your wrong." Paul said grinning.
"What do you mean?" I asked. How could I be wrong? a girl could never forget her own birthday.
"What do I mean? You've been dead for 65 years ,Annabelle." Paul said bluntly.
"You lie." I told him harshly.
"Fine then follow me."
"Where are you taking me?" I demanded.
"You'll see."