A/N: Hey! I did warn you that the prologue was misleading. I hope that no one is disappointed. It is going a rather unexpected direction. It will be even more confused when you get to the end of this part. I mean even I get confused by the two she's especially when one isn't named so sorry if that is hard to understand. Enjoy!

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Goergiana: Thank you for reviewing! You are my only reviewer, which makes me sad that no one else likes what I have written, but it is early days I suppose. YAY! You have manic moments just like me! I loved your update and can't wait for the next one. As it is I will grin and bear it especially after your update. Hehe! His crotch! Anyways, thanks again for reviewing and I am glad you like this. This chapter is a bit confusing, but I warned that it would be unexpected compared to the prologue! Enjoy my lovely! O wait I don't know if you know what it means but what is the hits? Is that how many people have looked at your story? If so I am sad no one else reviewed. YOU ARE THE BEST!

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Part 1

Light spilled in through the window flowing up until it touched the figure lying in the bed. The figure murmured sleepily and tried to close their eyes tighter, but found the light still shone too brightly. With a sigh the figure stood and revealed itself to be a girl. She stood at the foot of her bed looking out the window with a scowl across her face. She was an ordinary looking girl with one feature that stood out. It was her smile, her entire face would transform and her eyes would shine with mischief. At the moment this was not visible. She finally went to her mirror pulling on some trousers and a top. She frowned at herself even more when she saw the state her hair was in. It stuck out all over her head giving her a wild look. She grabbed her brush and yanked it through her short brown hair. She ran into the bathroom after noticing the time. She was late again. Her mother would have already left thinking she had gone by bus today. She came out of the bathroom minutes later looking slightly frazzled. She snatched up a coat and her bag rushing down the stairs mumbling to herself under her breath. Without stopping she raced out of the house and slammed the door closed. She faintly heard her father shout something after her, but ignored it. She only had five minutes to get to school or else she would be late. She began running down the street allowing her stride to lengthen as she went moving faster and faster.

Running was her secret joy and she indulged in it as often as possible. Recently she had been stuck in the house revising for her exams, but she still managed to sneak out at least once or twice a week to run. That was all she would do, she would run faster and faster until she could go no further. She skidded up to the entrance of the school stumbling up the steps. After a quick glance at her watch she realised that she was late by two minutes. She rushed into the classroom only to find herself being sent back out to the headteacher's office. Once she finally got sent back to class she settled in and worked hard. Her parents were really hoping that she would get good grades and be able to go to a good University. She only worked so hard, because it was what they wanted. The rest of the school day passed in a blur and she was on her way home having said goodbye to her friends. She got in the house and went upstairs to do her homework. She took a break halfway through to get her tea and then finished up her work. She only finished to her satisfaction late on and merely tumbled into bed. She woke up the next day and went through the same routine as the previous day. This was the pattern of her life and it probably would have stayed that way, but this was not to be.

The next day as she ran out of the house and down the street towards school she bumped into someone literally. She fell backwards and hit the floor with a thud. She looked up into the face of a small girl. She was a lot shorter than her and seemed really young. She grinned down at her nervously,

"Sorry I didn't mean to knock you over." She grinned,

"It's fine." She was back on her feet and running towards school before she was late. However, as was her norm she was late and went to visit the Headteacher. What wasn't normal was that on the way she bumped into that same girl again. She was surprised to say the least. She didn't speak just fell into step beside her as she made her way through the school. At the Headteacher's office she was let straight in and didn't see the other girl when she came back out. She dismissed it from her mind as unimportant and carried on with her day. The rest of the day was normal and returned to her routine. When she got in the house she had the almost irresistible urge to go and run out in the grass where she could really stretch herself. She went up the stairs and did some work until her parents checked on her and then she quickly changed clothes. As quietly as possible she slid out of her window and dropped to the ground. There was a soft thud as she hit the floor and she looked around, but the coast was clear. She sneaked up the street and around the corner. As she passed the last house she sighed with relief. She was home free and began to run.

For the second time that day she hit the floor with a thud and looked up into the face of a girl. It was in fact the same girl.

"Hi who are you?" The younger girl blushed at her blunt question,

"I'm Zach." Looking more closely at her she was able to discern that there was something wrong with Zach or at least it seemed like there was. For a start why did her parents give her a boy's name? Zach only reached her shoulder putting her under five feet barely. She had a head of curly hair that stuck out all over the place. Zach looked down embarrassed by the attention. She had an overwhelming urge to hug Zach or to smile and call her cute, but did neither. Why was she out here alone without her parents? Zach had soft grey eyes that held a hint of curiosity in them that was hardly hidden. Zach intrigued her she looked to be about 10 or 11 it was difficult to tell. Her gaze sharpened as she caught sight of blood on Zach's sleeve. She jumped to her feet.

"What have you done to yourself?" Zach looked even more embarrassed and tried to hide her arm behind her back. She caught it so that Zach couldn't move it and frowned at her. "Tell me Zach!" She sounded so commanding that she caved with little trouble.

"I cut myself." She listened to her carefully and heard the emphasis she placed on the words. A casual listener would have been deceived by her and merely suggested that she get it seen to when she got home and maybe commented that she should be more careful next time. She was no casual listener and frowned unable to comprehend why Zach would do that to herself. Zach must have seen her incomprehension from her expression. "It's the only way that I don't have to feel anymore. It's the only thing that I can control." She shook her head,

"Why do you need to feel nothing? We all have to feel and sometimes it does hurt. Sometimes you just have to feel the pain to know that you are alive. It doesn't make it any better, but it makes you know that you have to hold on and keep going. What if next time you cut too deep? Think of those you are leaving behind. Think! Don't do that to yourself no matter what. Two wrongs don't make a right, at least that's what my mother always told me." Zach looked at her as if she was an alien. The look of pure disbelief on her face really shocked her.

"How can you not understand? You have the same problems I do." At Zach's words she grew angry,

"I don't have problems. I am perfectly happy." Zach looked at her, her eyes seeming to grow darker,

"Then why are you here? What are you running away from? Why do you have to sneak out of the house?" She backed away as Zach spoke,

"I am not running away. I just need some time to myself. I am perfectly happy with my life. I mean it isn't perfect, but no one's is. My parents want me to work hard and I do I mean sometimes I just need time to myself." Zach's voice became a low snarl as she continued to advance upon the confused older girl. She was gabbling now not really making sense. All that could penetrate the haze in her mind was fear of Zach, but Zach was just a little kid this was all wrong.

She stopped her heel hitting nothing and froze. This was not good. Zach advanced even closer a grin that was horrifying in its intensity stretched her face out of proportion. A grin that a child of her age should not even be able to understand never mind use. She looked backwards to find nothingness there. She had nowhere left to run and nowhere she could hide from the poisonous words.

"You should be back there in the house working. They think you are working now, but you are lying to them. You are deceiving them. You don't really care about them. You can't care about them. You can't love anyone other than yourself. You are selfish, manipulative, lazy and good for nothing." At her every word she flinched at the venom. She wouldn't believe Zach she was insane. Who was she anyway? Why was she picking on her? She wasn't special and she could have chosen anyone else so why her? Zach's words were a continuous flow that seeped into her soaking into her mind twisting things. Changing what she saw as true. "You couldn't even feel sad when you lost your twin could you. Your soul is black and ugly as you are. What you really are shines through no matter how hard you try to hide it. "She had to agree with her, suddenly a face which before she had merely thought of as plain was ugly. She was disgusting how could she show her face to other people. Where was her shame? She should run away and never return. "No you should take that step off the cliff. It would do us all a favour. You don't deserve to go to heaven. You deserve to be condemned forever." She didn't even question Zach's knowledge of her thoughts anymore. She was right she couldn't be wrong she was evil and had to die. It was the only way. It was the only thing she could control. It was the only thing she should do!

She turned around and saw the drop that ended in a stream so far below. It was certain that once she jumped that she would die. This was the only thing to do.

"The only thing." Zach's voice hissed in her ear so different to the voice from earlier on. So different from the shy girl that she had thought she might be able to make friends with. You could never have enough friends ever. She stepped forward and there was a moment of weightlessness and then gravity asserted itself and she was falling. She didn't scream there was no sound that could convey her feelings in her despair. About half way down she suddenly thought why am I doing this? I don't want to die. I am not evil I think or am ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

She never finished that thought. It was cut off by her collision at high speed with the ground. She felt her bones break and the pain overloaded her senses and suddenly there was nothing. She hadn't even had time to close her eyes. She was dead within seconds of hitting the ground.

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Zach looked down in horror at the crumpled figure of the girl. She hadn't even known her name. She wasn't anything to do with Zach's problems. All she had done was care and try to help her. This is where it got her. A quick death for no purpose. Tears filled her grey eyes and she quickly scrambled down the nearest path to the bottom. By the time she got there she was shaking with fear at what she would see and the evil voice taunting her inside her head had not helped.

"This is all your fault. You tried to get help. I warned you what would happen if you did that. She died thinking she was evil, but you are the evil one. This is all your fault. She won't go to heaven, because she killed herself. She is going to suffer for all eternity and it is all your fault." Tears were streaming down Zach's cheeks as she reached the girls still form. It always tormented her why wouldn't it leave her alone? She just had to look at the girl's mangled form to know she was dead. She seemed to have been twisted in half and discarded like an old Barbie doll. Zach slowly stretched out a hand towards her and met cold flesh. Her hazel eyes that had before been full of life and zest were flat and empty orbs that hid more than they showed. Her hair was tangled and matted with blood that had poured from one of her many injuries. Zach looked her full in the face and something within her broke at the sight. Her features so still and the sorrow in the lines of her face. A face that was more used to happiness and joy now held in this final rictus of terror. It mocked her and how useless she was. It scorned her. She was worthless. She was worse than worthless; she had as good as killed her. She should have known it was better to not try. It was better to let the pain pile up and bury you with its weight. Reaching out put others in danger she would never do this again. She would not allow anyone else to share this unknown girl's fate. Whoever she was she was sorry. Zach lay down next to her gripping the girl's cold and lifeless hand in her own. She fell asleep to caustic laughter that burnt her very soul.

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Geraint felt his heart clench as his wife coughed hard the toll of telling the story beginning to show, but from what he could garner she was only just beginning. He released her hand and went to get some hot water from the fire. He poured it into a cup with some herbs to make a soothing tea. As he worked it was possible to hear the children plying her with questions already.

"What's a bus?"

"What is the girl's name?"

"Why did Zach just lie down next to her?"

"What was the voice in her head?"

"Why did she die?"

"What's going to happen next?"

"What's school and University?"

"Who's Barbie?" Geraint made his way back to his wife who had sat in silence as the young ones all spoke at once. She raised her hand and silence fell immediately. She opened her mouth to speak, but Geraint was there first,

"Drink your tea before you say anything more! Or you will not be telling anymore of this story you will be in bed resting." She looked him in the eye and nodded her acceptance and held out a hand for the tea. As she drank the children looked at him in shock.

"Mr Geraint you can't stop her from telling the story. You just can't!" He hid a smile at their antics, because deep inside he had a feeling of foreboding that he knew what was going to happen at the conclusion of the story and he wanted to delay that moment as long as possible. His wife handed him the empty cup.

"Do not worry children he is just looking after me. I mean someone has too." She knew why he seemed so anxious and there was nothing she could do to relieve his anxiety. He knew what would happen at the conclusion of her tale and he feared it. Truth to tell so did she.

She looked at the children and dragged up a smile, but knew she was not fooling any of the adults in the room.

"I will try to answer your questions and then I will continue with my tale." The story had to go on!

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A/N: Hope that this did not put anyone off and for your information this is not going to become a Mary-Sue. Please review and let me know what you think. Guesses as to who the main character is will be received with an evil grin and cackle. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Review!