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A/N: Here's another chapter for you. It is my least favorite chapter because it took me 3 months to write, but I hope its still good. Lots of love!

Chapter 13

Sometimes it feels like you have no control of your life, and that everything that is going wrong is sending your life into a downward spiral to your untimely death in the face of God himself.

That's how I felt when I stumbled out of Fran's club, and started to wander down the street. The wind slashed at my face brutally, as the rain fell in sheets.

However, with the wind, it seemed to be coming from everywhere. Even the ground, almost like everything around me was crying. I was crying too. My tears mixed with the rain, but I could feel the hot tears running down my face, just as I was running. The confusion over Amber was deep inside me, ever flowing. I had no answers and I didn't want them.

All I wanted was to run and not think. Thinking hurt too much. The cold rain chilled me to the bone, and yet still I ran... I ran for what felt like hours. I didn't stop until I felt the soft dark earth make contact with my knees.

Soon my face came in contact too, and all I could do was lay there and breath deeply. I half closed my eyes. Everything turned a smoky white. I seemed to just slip into a place of floating. Nothing seemed to matter.

Lex's name was all I could think about. I felt as though he was strangling me, though my sane part of my brain knew that was impossible. But soon I felt like I was gasping for breath, trying to move. I was drowning, drowning in a sea of mud, rain, tears, and swirling white. I don't know how long I lay there struggling to breath, but the next thing I knew I was dreaming again.

"Amber!" I could see nothing. I felt nothing.

All I could hear was the beating of a heart. It felt as though my body was floating though the darkness around me, and I was going to be falling forever.

"Amber!" I screamed again. The sound of the heartbeat grew louder. Soon I was falling in a sea of red. I gasped, trying to breathe, but the more I gasped, the more my sides were stabbed with pain.

My sides ached terribly, it felt like someone was biting at my skin from the inside, trying to ruin my organs.

I fell faster though the seas of red, my mouth open agape like a fish's, my eyes wide with fear.

Finally, I fell onto a soft, dark red, floor. When I landed I could suddenly breath again.

As I hyperventilated, I was shocked to see in front of me a large beating heart, larger then the earth itself. It was beating fast, each beat filling the air with a loud 'thu thunk!' Soon it got too loud for me to bear.

My hands clamped to my ears, and before I knew it, I was screaming. I screamed and screamed until finally my voice seemed to die. The heart in front of me started to beat slower, and I looked down at my now exposed stomach. The surface was bubbling, it seemed.

I fell backward, staring at my stomach, seething pain attacking me. Deep slashes suddenly appeared on my skin, getting deeper and deeper. And all the while the beating heart slowed more and more. Soon the scratches were so deep I knew I was dying. The heart I was staring at was my heart. It started to turn black, and slowly the beat started to die. I struggled to breath again, but the heart had stopped beating, and I felt death grip me. Slowly… Slowly I was slipping. I heard voices whisper fast... A murderous laugh...

"I'll take her back to the hospital! She needs to go back just look at her!"

"We can take care of her here, Sadey. Now kindly get out before I have you removed!"

I opened my eyes slowly. I was lying in a big, cuddly bed. The covers over me were dark velvet black, and under my head was a purple pillow. Purple curtains covered the window next to me, and a sick, feeble sunlight was filtering in. I was wearing silk pajamas with a large v with a slash though it on the breast pocket, and I felt so conferrable. It took me a while to realize Fran and Sadey were in the next room.

I could slightly see the back of Fran's purple/black head from where I lay. Her hands were on her hips and she was tapping her foot impatiently.

"For the last time Fran!" I heard an unseen Sadey screech. "She's pregnant. If she's not taken back to the hospital and given proper treatment, her and the baby may die!"

"I asked you nicely Miss... Now I'm afraid I must have you removed. " Fran snapped her fingers, and I heard a door open. "Guards, see it that Miss Fran finds her way to her hospital... And that she stays there."

There was a sound of breaking pottery, and the sound of muffled screaming that followed next. It seemed the guards had quite a hard time getting Sadey out of the door. When everything finally calmed down though, Fran turned around and peered her strange eyes into the room I lay.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, "Your awake! I'm sorry you had to hear that." She tilted her head to the side and walked toward me. "Are you hungry?"

I nodded, even though I was lost for words. Fran seemed to be happy by the news I was hungry, and she quickly opened a cupboard by the door and took out container, holding cereal. She walked over to me gracefully, and handed me the container. Before I grabbed it however, I asked her a burning question that was bothering me greatly. "How long have I been out this time?"

"Ohhh three days!" Fran said chirpily. "I found you in the out skirts of town, yah. Every day since I brought you back here that Sadey girl has been trying to get me to hand you over. Hah! Amber wants you taken care of and that's what I'm gonna do." She shoved the container in my hands and watched me for a while. Her brilliant emerald eyes sparkled as I slowly ate the food she gave me. "Why did you run off like that?"

"This place!" I exclaimed, suddenly realizing where I was. "It's a strip club!"

"Yeah? So?" Fran tilted her head more. I thought it was going to fall off at this rate.

I didn't say anything back. I felt sick. All I wanted to do was sleep. Finally when I had eaten all the food Fran had given me, I lay back down. "I really should be at White hospital." I muttered, slipping asleep.

"Yah, you worry when you wake up! Now you need sleep!"

I couldn't protest, because what she said was right.

I was woken up again by the sound of more pottery breaking. It seemed to be very late judging by the moonlight filtering into the room. I heard angry voices floating from the room outside mine again, just like when Fran and Sadey had been arguing that morning.

But this time it was different. It was more heated, and the second person arguing was a man. I recognized his voice to be of the guy that Fran had sent out to send Amber a message.

"You bitch!" He screamed. "You said there would be payment for sending a message!"

"Shut up Drake! I gave you payment. 10 Casino tokens are a great deal. "

"That wasn't the payment I wanted from you Fran!" I heard a loud smack, and a thud. "I want you to suck me off."

"No way Drake." Fran yelled. "Your drunk. Get your ass out of here NOW."

There was another smack, and Drake's voice exploded. "Suck me off now or I swear..."

"GET OUT!" Fran's voice was louder. She sounded like she was crying.

"This isn't over!" Drake replied. There were then heavy footsteps, and then there was a slamming of a door.

Fran's sobs erupted loudly from the next room. Gingerly I stood up, and even though it hurt terribly, I slowly walked toward the door. The scene I was met with was terrible.

The room Fran was lying in the middle of was a violent shade of purple, except for the wooden floor. There were broken, pale silver, vases all over the floor. One of the once beautiful chairs was smashed, and the window on the west side was shattered. The glass surrounded Fran, and she had blood flowing down her lip, and tears flowing down her face.

She looked at me, and she broke. "Get out of here!" She screamed. "And don't come back!"

At first I didn't move, but soon she started to get up, and she slipped, falling on some glass. "I SAID GET OUT!"

I slowly started walking toward the door, feeling sick.

My bear feet kept hitting broken glass, and the soles of my feet got cut. And all the time I was walking to the door, I stared at Fran. Her purple and black outfit, and her breast was poking out, and it was cut. Her arms were bruised, and she was breathing deeply. "GO!" She screamed one more time before I managed to slip out the door, after a moment of agony trying to get it open.