A/N:

Hey =] I'm glad there are two already reading this. Can't say how happy i am with this. Anyway, Forgot to mention Heroes or the characters aren't mine. The story is though, but i bet you already knew that xD Ok, so i am not really a champion in writing long chapters, so right now this one isn't really long. I don't know if i should write short chapters and update soon or write long ones, but then you'll have to wait a bit. Just tell me =D

Chapter 2: Shut Your Eyes

She sat there in silence. Slowly rocking back and forward on her swing. She could call it her swing, because no one even bothered coming there. It was one of the oldest playgrounds in the neighborhood and it looked like everything was going to collapse soon. It looks abandoned. Isolated from the real world. The world where it was a fairy tale. She didn't know. She has never really been there.

The Playground was a mess.

She didn't mind though. It portrayed her life. At least she thought it did.

Even on the age of 11 she already was super intelligent. Maybe it is due to the fact she was home schooled or the fact she doesn't have any friends and therefore reads many books. She likes them, though. The Books. She has always loved books. They take her away from here. A way to escape reality. She grabbed every chance she got to escape reailty, because sometimes you just need to, you just want to. When your life sucks as much as hers does you would understand.

Anyway, she was sitting on the swing pushing herself forward and backwards with her feet. Her feet were barely touching the ground and her hair was slightly swaying in the wind. The side of her head she pushed against the metal chains. The cold metal felt good. With much trouble she managed to go back and forward, but she did make sure she didn't go too high. Somehow she loved speed, but she was afraid to go too high. She hates going high. Going high means there would be a chance of falling. Falling means pain. Causing unnessecary pain. Why cause more pain, when you are already in so much pain. Physically and emotionally that is.

Slowly shutting her eyes she tought back to the good old days. She doesn't remember it really, but she always carried a picture with her. One with everyone on it. Just to remember the times when she was still happy. It might sound harsh, but that was how she felt. That's what she thought. Out of her pocket she pulled out a picture. It was almost torn down the middle and it looked damage. Still she looked at it as if it was a treasure. For her it was. She watched the picture pointing with her little index finger at everyone as she said there names, if she remembered that is.

"Daddy."

A whisper. So softly you could barely hear it. Not like there was someone listening to her. There never was. Her finger pointed at a figure standing in the middle, looking proudly. Her dad was standing there without his glasses. He only started wearing glasses recently. He thinks it looks smarter. She begs to differ, but she is too afraid to tell him.

"Mummy"

Her mum was standing there by his side. It was the only memory, picture of any kind she has from her mother. She didn't even remember her at any way. She just disappeared out of her life. She didn't know wether she needed to be happy about it or sad. She never thought about her that much. A red blush appeared on her cheeks. She couldn't help it, but feel ashamed about it. You know it is bad when you don't even think about her. Of course there isn't much to think about, but still. She remained her mother and it is weird not knowing what she is like. Not knowing if she even loved her. She quickly pushed these negative thoughts out of her head and proceeded.

"Elle"

Her finger moved to the figure in between of her parents. Now, at age 11, she still looked similar to the 4 year old Elle who was staring at her with sparkling eyes. Eleven year old Elle just looked older. Her hair was still as blonde as then. Her eyes still showed that intensity it has now. Her cheeks were just the kind of red as they are now. She hated that. Her cheeks always turned to a sort of red. It doesn't even matter what she did. Wether she is enjoying it or not. They were this ugly looking pink/red.

There is one thing that might be the different, though. Her mouth was curled up into a smile on the picture and it actually looked as if she was enjoying herself. Sure, nowadays her mouth was curled up in a smile as well, but never ever did it reach to her eyes. Never did it cause the sparkle like it did to four year old Elle. Smiling is more then just lifting the sides of your mouth. She learned that the hard way.

"Bear"

Elle's finger pointed at the little baby sitting next to her. She didn't really know her name. Elle doesn't even know if she did back then, but when she was little she called everyone and everything Bear. Maybe because that was one of the few words she actually could pronounce correctly. She doesn't know. Her dad doesn't like to speak about the past. "There is a reason why it is called the past, Elle. To forget about it and concentrate on the future." She remembers those words, 'cause he tells her that word for word everytime she asks something about her mum, or the baby or something else related to the past.

She rolls her eyes.

The other woman and man she doesn't remember either. She hates not able to know things. That's one of the other reasons she reads a lot. The only thing she does remember are those glasses that other man, who isn't her dad, is wearing. She could recognize it everywhere. If there was still someone wearing that kind of glasses. They are too big for a normal human head. Normally people with those glasses always look ugly, but they flatter him for some odd reason.

She shut her eyes again letting the picture just fall on the ground. She thought about her dad, her mum and everyone she actually had in her life, which weren't many.

She put her left hand to her forehead and started tapping it with her index finger letting out a little blue spark every time her finger touched her skin.

Releasing the metal chains she jumped off the swing, picking up the picture and putting it back in her pocket.

It was time to go back to reality.