I wasn't very fond of school when she first mentioned it. I thought she was kidding or something because if I did have these attacks, surely I was terrible at school and fail everything. On the contrary, I was good at everything.

I had an 80% average roughly and my highest mark tied with Gym and Art, which shocked me more than anyone knew. I never pictured myself doing very well at Gym to be honest. I thought I would be bored and leave class already. It shocks me every time I hear it and I hear it a lot.

"Yo Kaos, bring me a towel will you!"

I sighed "Can't you get it yourself?" I muttered to myself. I grabbed my spare towel and put on an oversized t-shirt. "Yo, which one do you want?"

"Kaos? Are you okay?" Shotan whispered, as if she were afraid of something. Shotan twisted and twirled before my eyes. "Kaos. Say my name." she called. Her tone was urgent and to the point of yelling now. I tilted my head as if it would get any better. "Kaos. Say it. Say my name. say my full name."

Close your eyes. Sleep and the voices will never come no more.

"Shotan –She's speaking to me. I hear the woman." My voice came in a harsh breath "I hear her. I can hear a tune, it sounds…so sad." The towel dropped from my hands and I ran for the shower. My breath came raspy and uncertain. "Don't make me remember! Stop speaking!" I bellowed grabbing the ends of my shirt. "It burns! It's burning my skin!"

"Kaos. Close your eyes and the voices will-"

The hot water burned my skin. The pain numbed. I closed my eyes as the voice dispersed. I hadn't slept for a few days; I had sensed a presence since a few days since I came back to school.

"Are you okay?" Shotan asked placing her hand on my shoulder. Her touch gave me the chills. She felt like ice unlike anything I've ever felt before. It terrified me in more ways than you can imagine. "What was this voice you were telling me about? You said you could hear some kind of tune? Who's her exactly?"

Even the water couldn't bring back the heat her hand alone had stolen. "It's nothing." I raised my head and closed my eyes. My clothes were soaked through to even drench my bra and underwear. It's a very odd feeling I have to say.

"C'mon lets get you changed."

"I don't have any clothes with me."

"What?" She hollered "You're kidding me! We had swimming! How could you not bring clothes?"

"I didn't know we swam; I forgot everything remember!? I can't even remember your damn name! How was I supposed to know about my courses?" I removed my shirt and unstrapped my bra. I untied my hair and undid my buckle and smirked; a new threat coming to mind.

"Do you want to see my mark?"

Shotan fell silent for once, and then took a deep breath. "What mark?"

"I woke up with my neck badly wounded and almost died of blood lost. I woke up with an engraving on my neck and across my collar bone. Do you want to see my mark?"

"Your mark of what though? What caused it?"

She gave me a troublesome face. "Perhaps I'll tell you later. But what are we going to do about your clothes?"

Fifth period was awkward I have to say. I wore an oversized pair of pants that were owned by a young boy in grade 10. He threatened us last year so we took his gym uniform as payment; fair and square. Shotan lent me her large sweater to cover my see-through shirt; which was still drenched. I put my underwear and bra underneath the hair blow-dyer for half hour for Christ's sake. No damage was fixed.

So I ended up sitting in math class, my binder gone missing, my clothes soaking through the spare clothes I borrowed with a perverted male sitting behind me who refuses to accept we're not related and sighed, suddenly feeling as tired as I was when I woke up this morning.

Class passed quickly but my mind was still restless. I was still questioning what had happened to my family, if I had any and I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Perhaps I would tell Shotan some of this stuff. I clashed my head off the desk and blackness returned.

It wasn't like all the other times. When I would lose my memories, people would tell me I would start screaming and attack people around but then stop in mid-action. I would mutter one word they couldn't hear properly and would pass out.

This time; my eyes were open, my head was racing and I stared into space. Of course I didn't realize anything until after I woke up. Everything quickly blurred into focus.

I had a suspicious feeling it was related to my true memories but I still couldn't shake a strange feeling from bubbling in my stomach. I looked outside the windows of the classroom, ignoring the lecture and stood up.

The teacher stared at me a moment, suddenly going quiet. My body felt light and unmoving but I could see the window getting clearer and closer. I was walking towards it I knew but somehow I didn't feel as though I was standing; let alone walking.

It was then I was gripped by the same hand as when I was in the hospital and blackness returned.

They wanted me unconscious, they wanted me silent and I finally had a clue. This black skinned person –was the one who held my key.

The one thing that disturbed me was that when I woke, I wasn't in the infirmary. I lay in a black void with a man's darkening eyes staring intensely into oblivion.

"So you're awake mortal." His voice was deep but not too masculine or macho. He was slim, in shape, and he was no older than I. His hair was parted in the middle with his bangs reaching his neck. His hair was a sleek white with 2 black streaks. His eyes were amazing though.

His eyes matched mine.

His left eye was a combination of an aquamarine blue that swirled and mingled with a night blue and a deep crystal shade.

His right eye was colour-less, intense and had a silted pupil.

His eyes matched mine.

Did he just say mortal?

His eyes deepened, "What's your name woman."

It was more of a statement then a question. He probably didn't even care. I could feel the sharp pain in my head and he seemed to have noticed it too. He was not happy and I felt I was the reason why.

I looked away suddenly self-conscious, "Kaos, my name is Kaos."

It was then, he grinned.

"Kaos, so it's still the same as before. Still Kaos, I suppose you will always be that woman." He looked down at me and grinned speaking so softly I thought I heard him wrong.

I woke up in class dazed and confused with his last words echoing in my head.

"Kaos? Are you okay?"

I turned to the teacher and nodded slowly before going back to my seat sitting down. I glanced towards the window and saw him grinning at my, flashing his perfect teeth which were sharper then a normal persons. I questioned surgery a lot when I looked at him but I felt honest fear and resentment towards him. Surgery did not cover everything.

No one could see him but me as he walked out of the classroom, stopping to turn and look my way once more.

"It's just as you said last time we met."

But it was when he had stopped at the door and stared at me, that I realized he was going to meet me later, and soon.

"Kaos, so you're the damned and Conquered." He laughed and walked out, sliding the door shut. Everyone turned towards the closed door frightened.

"Did any see that –!"

"What happened –"

"Now relax! It was just the win –"

The windows shattered, every piece flying across the room. One landed in the ground, embedded in my shadow; over my heart.

I swallowed and began picking up the shards. I could still sense him nearby, waiting at the front gate, waiting to meet me.

Well, that's what I wanted to believe.