I forgot to tell you that the prologue was 6 years in the future! Chapters 1-? is present time!

THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! (passes out Wonka bars) I'm glad you all enjoy this story so far…….

Ok….in this chapter we get a little introduction to Elizabeth, but there is very little mentioned about Willy. (Dodges as Wonka bars are thrown back at me) But he will play a huge part in the next chapter. I promise.

Just for the mind: Elizabeth looks exactly like Kim Boggs from "Edward Scissorhands" except she is a little goth/punk. But you can imagine her any way you want to.

Things in Italics are Elizabeth's Memories K?

Here we go………

Disclaimer: I do no own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Chapter 2 – Fainting In To The Arms Of Fate.

Helena Bucket waited on the corner of S. Olive with a yellow taxi cab behind her. "The plane had arrived about 20 minutes ago so she could should be out soon" Helena thought to herself. Although she had been unprepared for her visit, she has still happy that Elizabeth was coming to stay for a little while. She hadn't told Wonka though. "He won't care." She thought to herself again.

Suddenly a whole stampede of people came rushing through the main doors of the airport. She smiled widely as blues, reds, whites, yellows, and purples passed her.

"Elizabeth!" she called out to no one in particular.

Her smile faded slightly as she saw a young girl, dressed in nothing but black, carrying a small backpack and a large suitcase, come walking towards her. She had bright reddish-blonde hair that came half-way down her back. Black sunglasses blocked her eyes. Her lips, where on women are usually red, were covered in black lipstick. Over a black fishnet sweater, she wore a tight black shirt with imprinted white letters reading "I Hate U". The only color she wore was blue hip hugger jeans, in which the bottom covered over black converse all stars. But all this was what Helena noticed third. The first thing was that this girl was unhealthy white.

"Like Mr. Wonka himself" she thought.

The second thing was that this girl couldn't have weighted over 100 pounds. The perfect description for this girl was a black willow tree with white leaves. This couldn't be the sweet colorful Elizabeth she once knew years ago, could it?

"Elizabeth?"

"Emmy." Her voice sounded dead, cold, and emotionless

"What?"

"I prefer the name Emmy"

"Okay then, You may not remember me but I'm your Aunt Helena….."

"I remember. It's wonderful to see you again." Her voice never changing tone. "So this is London Huh?"

They embraced in a heartfelt hug and Helena helped Emmy get her bags in the truck of the cab. They both sat in the back as Helena ordered the taxi driver to go to the factory.

"Factory?" Emmy thought to herself. She took off her sunglasses revealing her deep brown eyes to the world. Her thoughts ran wild but were soon interrupted by Helena's loving, but firm, voice.

"How was your summer?" she asked.

Silence

Jasen, I love you! Don't do this to me! Stop!

"Fine." Her voice still showed no sign of emotion.

Emmy jumped a little when Helena suddenly laced her fingers with hers and just sat there holding her hand and caressing her wrists with her thumb.

"Please don't feel the scars." Emmy thought frantically.

Helena's thumb suddenly stopped moving as Emmy felt her thumb over a deep one. She pulled away instantly, hoping Mrs. Bucket wouldn't figure it out.

She Did.

Only the cab driver's whistling could be heard the rest of the way to the factory. Emmy remembered.

I love you Emily.

I love you too Jasen.

Never leave me.

I promise as long as I live.

The cabs sudden stop made Emmy snap back into reality. She got out of the cab and looked up to see what seemed to be a Prison Camp. She and her Aunt grabbed her bags, thanked the driver and stood at the gates.

"Welcome to the Wonka Factory, Emmy!"

"The Willy Wonka!" she managed to say above a whisper. "You Live Here!"

"Yes, Let's Go"

Room after room, Emmy was astonished. Although when she slowed interest, she just gave a slight smile and nodded. When they entered the Chocolate Room, her face lit up. The room was so bright and colorful, the only thing that stuck out was a black wooden shack in the middle by the river. Helena explained that everything was eatable, Even the river, which was made of chocolate.

Emmy thought to herself. "So Much Color….So Much Food…..But Where is Mr. Willy Wonk…."

Then out of nowhere, Helena grabbed her wrists causing her to fall to the eatable grass on her knees. Her bags fell as well. She never knew her aunt had such a strong grip. Helena was able to wrap her fingers around her tiny wrists almost twice. Which angered her even more, resulting in her fingers gripping harder and harder. Emmy looked up to see only rage and nothing more in her eyes. Through her clinched teeth she cried out to Emmy.

"What is wrong with you child! Look at you! You are sick, pale, and extremely dangerously thin! What happened to you! What he did to you that would make you want to kill yourself!" tears stared to form in both their eyes. Tears of Anger. Tears of Hate.

Helena lifted Emmy to stand; it wasn't difficult since she only weighted 89 pounds at 22. Helena let go of her grip as Emmy looked at her straight in the eyes but lost focus when she saw apples hanging from a tree. She rolled her tongue over her lips as she turned around and remembered that the last time she had ate anything was about 19 days ago. She saw someone standing right in front of her.

It wasn't Helena.

Her desire for something to eat suddenly began to take over her. She fainted and fell forward. Some of the last things she remembered were her aunt's sudden cry and falling into the arms of a man, wearing a red velvet dress coat, top hat, and purple leather gloves.

She remembered his wonderful smile and violet eyes before she completely blacked out.

Back In California…….

Sean and Rose walked into their sister's room, hoping to get her into trouble for doing something. They looked into her closet. It was empty except for a black trash bag. It's foul smell suddenly filled their nostrils as they opened it.

Inside the bag was 19 days worth of food.

A/N: I wonder who's arms she fainted into……DUN DUN DUN! I love this chapter. Emmy is a cutter and a bulimic, but I still love her. Please Review! I appreciate the reviews from everybody and I probably will have the next chapter later tonight of late tomorrow evening. I hope u enjoy.