Water crashed onto her head as she fell back into the turbulent ocean. Quickly grabbing her board, she paddled herself back to shore. She hopped up over the rift and onto the break of the water that tried to knock her off her feet, but from years of experience she dug her feet into the rocky sand and ran up when the wave started to pull back.

She dug her long board into the sand and threw herself into the hot, soft sand. Her skinny, muscular, and shapely figure lay there undisturbed until someone stood in front of her sunlight, casting their shadow down on her.

She looked up shading her eyes from the sun and smiled at the people before her. They were all drenched and wet sand covered their skin.

"Ya know Sidley I will never understand how you do that." said a boy about her age offering his hand to her.

"Stop calling me that, my names Sara you big klutz. You've known me for how long and you still can't get it straight. And it's called talent something you obviously don't have." Sara said while taking his hand and standing up.

The other teenage girls dug their boards into the sand and surrounded Sara, one of them saying, "You do know she's right, guys just don't have stability aptitude like us girls."

"You really think so?" the guys looked at each other and each grabbed a girl tossing them over their shoulders. They all squealed and threatened the guys but they were lost in mid-air as each girl screamed as they where thrown into a wave.

The guys laughed on shore and looked on as the five girls got there footing and stood up, "You know your going to get it." One of them yelled at them. But it was a meaningless threat as the girls reduced into giggles, standing in a row, holding each other, their arms slung around each others waists. And yelled at the top of their lungs, "Fab-Five For Life!"

Everything started to fade and Sara looked around feeling distressed. But then she awoke to the horrid reality that surrounded her. She was dripping wet, for cold water had been thrown on her in order to wake her from her stupor. Already the feelings of happiness and freedom had been drained from her. She was still within the room, strapped within the chair. She looked up and stared into the camera and then at herself upon the screen of the computer. This was her fate, this was what was real. This may be the end.

She watched as the man crossed in front of her setting up a film reel. As he turned it on black film splatter filled the wall and then came the home movie at which he paused so that it was distorted. He walked past her again and picked two packets up off the table. Kneeling before her, he ripped both of them open and pulled out four tape cubes. Placing one at the top and bottom of the outside of her eyes; forcing them open. Turning away from her he turned the film back on. The images playing back against her face.

At first it was home videos of her in high school and college that her and her friends had filmed but then it turned to her family, she tried to look away but she could not, for everywhere she could turn the image played. They were movies taken in order to appear like a normal family, but they were not. Sara was wearing a dress and had a bonnet on her head, small ringlets framing her sad little face. Clad in a suit, her brother, who was much older than she, sat behind her, holding her up against his body as they sat upon a blanket on the beach. Timothy. She remembered how he always protected her. Until the day he left; promising to come back for her.

He never did. For he had soon forgotten about her and when she was older came to her saying how sorry he was for everything. She had taken him in her arms and let him cry himself to sleep. For he had comforted her for so many years; it was her turn. But it would be the one and only time that she would hold him for that night he had fallen asleep andnever awoken. He had diedwithin her arms that night.

She watched as her brother tried to make her laugh. He made inane faces at her and tried tickling her but to no avail only a small smile played at her lips.

Tears now fell down her face; unrelenting they fell and threatened to never end.

The next part of the film was a news clip. The night that had ended the horror of her young life, and yet at the same time began a new horror all its own. A news reporter took up most of the screen but she could still see the house. The house that haunted her dreams, the house in which everything happened. The voice of the reporter faded out of Sara's hearing as she saw the frail girl sitting in the cop car, her slim legs hanging out; bruises evident even from the far distance that she was. And then the girl looked over towards the camera which panned in and filling the screen was her face, Sara's face, the face of a lost girl, which held the eyes that had nothing within them, the little girl was alive but dead within. Poor little brown eyed girl. Strawberry- blonde curls framing her face. A beauty even through her pain.

He paused the tape, letting Sara take in herself. And she did. She was mesmerized by what she saw. She could not let herself go, her image, for everything stopped in that moment. She did not breathe, she did not cry, everything stopped. She took in what she saw and remembered. And then it stopped as the screen went dark and Sara screamed.

A/N: The name, Sidley, above, in the memory, is pronounced Sid-a-lee.

That's important me. Don't ask me why.

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P.S. For those of you reading my other stories, I kinda went update happy, so they all have a new chapter up.