Jack saw many brown pages floating around this street being carried by the wind. What is this stuff? He picked one up and read some of the writing that was scrawled onto it.

Fall, day 12.

I can't stand it anymore. For almost a whole week now, daddy has been locking himself in his room in the morning while I'm still cleaning, then not coming out until he goes to bed. I can't take it. He leaves all the work to me. What have I done wrong? What am I doing wrong?

He looked around and picked up another sheet. He read a bit more.

Fall, day 25.

I thought things were going fine, until today I suppose. Cliff and Popuri have been purposely staying out of my way. Today though, Cliff broke my heart. It's obviously my fault. He was sitting with Popuri at the farthest table from where I was standing behind the counter. They apparently needed to talk privately. As if I couldn't see them. Things were okay until Popuri's face neared closer to Cliff and…and they… they kissed! Cliff…he didn't pull away or anything! He didn't resist. I thought me and Cliff were together… not Cliff and that pink-haired puff ball Popuri! I watched them. It seemed like forever and I started to wonder when they would take a breath again (though I secretly hoped that they would both suffocate).

He gasped at what he was reading, realizing that this was the diary of a teenage girl in pain. He grabbed another page and read the most shocking entries.

Winter, day 5.

Today, father came out of his room angry and flustered. He wouldn't tell me why when I asked. He stayed in his bedroom until the Inn closed. Then he came out and yelled at me. He swore and cursed at me. He started throwing glasses at me. Glasses made of glass. They hurt when they shattered against my frail body.

He skipped ahead to another one on the back with his mouth hanging open.

Winter, day 1.

He asked me about my mother. Do you know anything about her? He asked. No I replied. Oh well… We sat in silence for a few minutes. I couldn't stand it. Why? I asked. Do you know something? Thomas stared at me, long and hard. Well, I am terribly sorry, but I really must be going. Then he just walked off. I don't understand. Why wouldn't he tell me? What did I do wrong? No one ever tells me about my mother. So I no longer care about her. She's the one that left me. Mom…

So, this girl's mother died and she didn't know why or how or when, her heart was being broken by a boy that she loved, and her father abused her. He looked up from the pages that he was holding to see a young girl levitating just outside the window of the old Inn. No, she wasn't levitating he noticed as he slowly walked forward. Two bloody arms were holding her up. The girl had orange hair and she was crying. She was also bloody and bruised. What it happening?

Jack heard a male voice screaming from inside the Inn and the girl nodded her head. What's happening! Jack started to freak out, wondering what was happening at this time of night. He walked faster, over to where the girl was hanging. She looked hurt. He watched the scene inventively, not knowing what else to do. Suddenly, the girl was falling from the window on the second story.

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Doug smiled evilly at his daughter then let her drop from the second story, not caring if she landed in the gardening tools or maybe the flower pots. As soon as he let go he brought his arms inside of the window and turned away. He walked to his room. Not caring if he heard screaming. It would be over in a matter of seconds

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What else could she do? Ann was being held up by her father's arms. He would drop her for sure. What had she done wrong? Why didn't anyone love her or care for her? Why did everyone hate her and hurt her? Why did she keep living when she deserved to die? She agreed with her father. She agreed that she wanted to die and she let him drop her. His red eyes would be the last things that she would ever see.

Ann closed her eyes and waited for her pitiful life to flash before her eyes, like in the cheesy cartoons. But there were no images of the happy times in her head. There were no images at all. Ann gave up on that concept and waited for the blow of her teenage body to hit the sharp tools. She estimated that was where she would land. She heard some clattering then felt her body being lifted from the air. She felt as though someone was holding her. She opened her eyes just to look upon huge brown eyes filled with sympathy and kindness. Then, she blacked out from exhaustion and pain.

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Ann woke up in a bed. It was unfamiliar to her. She usually woke up on the floor or scrunched up against a wall or corner. She looked around to see a tool box, a table with two chairs, a T.V., a shelf, a refrigerator, a couch and a kitchen with cooking supplies. She tried to sit up but pain shot through her whole body so the laid back down, clutching her head. She noticed that she was in different clothes that were not her own. They looked like guy clothes. She shrugged the thought away and noticed there was a figure lying on the couch. His chest moved slowly. He's asleep. Who is he? Ann whimpered. She wanted to die. What else would she do in this world? What was she good for?

The figure on the cough stirred and stood up. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his visitor. She was awake.

"Good. Your awake." He said with a smile. "A nasty fall, wouldn't you say?" Ann stared at the boy with curious eyes.

"Who are you?" Ann asked as she tried to sit up again. She didn't succeed and she fell back down onto her back. "Ugh." She moaned.

"Heh, more importantly. Who are you? And what were you doing being held outside a window?" The boy walked over to the bed.

"Um." Ann tried to remember but her head hurt to think. She clutched it in pain and groaned again.

"Okay okay. I understand." The boy smiled. "What happened to the doctor? I saw a clinic but it seemed abandoned.

"Ugh.." Ann groaned. Why was he asking so many questions.

"Oops! Sorry.." The boy apologized. "I keep forgetting. No more questions today. I promise." The boy smiled and put his hand over his head. He turned to the kitchen and started cooking. Ann couldn't care less about what he was doing. She hurt too much. She soon grew tired of listening to the boy clinking the dishes and utensils, so she decided to sleep. And sleep she did.

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Doug was shocked. Over half an hour. No screaming, no sounds what-so-ever. He was confused. What happened? She fell! She would have yelped in pain as she hit the ground…wouldn't she? Doug shrugged and stood up from his chair. He walked over to Ann's room and looked out the bloody window. Nothing. No body and no blood on the ground. He decided she was down there dead, but he needed a different view.

Doug sprinted down the wood stairs and burst through the front door. He skidded on the front step then turned around to the side of the Inn.

"WHAT?" Doug shouted at the top of his lungs. "WHERE IS SHE!" There was no body, no blood, no bones. "What the crap?" He breathed as he knelt into the dirt. He saw one pair of footprints, but they were not Ann's shoes. Her feet were much smaller. Oh well. As long as she's out of my way…

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Thank you to my fans for reading this far! If you have any ideas where this story should go or something, suggest it! I might use it! I probably will:D Thanks.