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PREVIOUSLY ON VISIONS: GOOD OR BAD? :

It's been a year from that fateful day. The day Alice and I had our first visions, the day we lost everything, the day that we learned that we couldn't trust anyone but ourselves.

Every day here in the asylum we are tortured, told that we are crazy, raped. I'm only eight, and I am no longer pure, innocent.

As the years passed, we grew older and treatments and punishments grew worse. The kept us drugged, so that we couldn't escape, they beat and raped us a lot.

… A man named Jason started to work here. He was different, he was very cold to the touch and he had strange red eyes. But as time wore on he seemed to grow very fond of us. He helped keep the other doctors away from us.

… For the first time in years, we spoke, but only to him. Our voices were weak; therefore we couldn't use them for long. He understood though, and tried to help us be able to speak well again.

… Because of the malnutrition we were very small.

I thought that things were getting better, Jason was trying to get custody of us, and Ali and I were moving on from our past. It will always haunt us, but hopefully we can move on.

But I should have known that things were too good to be true, for just when things were looking better, he showed up, James…

Chapter 3

Amanda POV:

James had long blonde hair that was tied back in a ponytail; he had a square jaw, and a hard face. His eyes were red just like Jason's, except James' held something in them that made you want to scream and run away in terror, while Jason's were kind, caring, etc. His eyes made you want to be his friend, and told you what kind of person he was.

They told you that he was a kind caring soul, who, in a time of need, would help you. Whether it be money, or another home. He would help you out. They told you that you could trust him, that he would never hurt you. But then there was an undercurrent of emotion.

Something most people would over look, but I saw it. Sadness, guilt, the whole nine yards, everything that had to do with depression was located behind the false happiness.

Something had happened to him, I remember when Ali and I asked him about it…

[FLASHBACK]

I was sitting on my bed, trying to think of a way to get out of here, to keep Ali safe; when Jason came in for his nightly visit.

We spent an hour talking about nothing important, when Ali touched my hand.

(Alice and Amanda)

Ask him why he has sadness hidden deep in his eyes.

Why? You can't?

No, I just think that he'll answer you more than he'll answer me.

That's not true, Ali! He thinks that you and I are equal in every way. He thinks of us as daughters that will never change the same with how he feels about us. He loves us equally, as odd as it sounds he does. He will listen no matter who asks or says something.

How do you know that? Did you read his mind or something?

No, I have a feeling that he does. And I trust my feelings.

Are you sure you're not crazy?

MOONLIGHT:AMANDA SLAPS ALICE IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD, HARD

Oww, what was that for?

What do you think?

MOONLIGHT: ALICE GLARES AT AMANDA.

How about we both ask him?

Okay, that sounds like a plan.

"Hey Jason, we were wondering…"I started, "why is there an undercurrent of emotion hidden deep in your eyes?" Ali finished. To be more specific I added, "The main emotions all deal with depression. Why is that?"

The room was silent; Jason looked as though he was fighting an internal battle with himself on what to tell us. Eventually he spoke, his voice holding a meaning to it that it has never held before, it was strange. Yet it was comforting at the same time. Confusing, I know.

"Well you see, a long time ago I had a wife. She was beautiful inside and out, just like you two, she loved animals, and always saw the good in people before she saw the bad.

I loved her very much, but after ten years of marriage, there came a war…" As Jason was talking his Irish accent came out, it was very strong. So strong I was surprised, for I had never heard it before. I could tell he was Irish, mainly from the red hair that hung in his eyes, blinding him to everything but a sea of red.

"A war that destroyed my homeland, Ireland, men were enlisted into the army, homes were evacuated, and women were forced to work. I was one of the men who had to join. I was happy to, for I loved my country very much, but I did not want to leave my wife at home for she was with child at the time. But I had a duty to my country, and I had to go.

So I began to get ready, and the night that I left was, unbeknownst to us, our last kiss. I never got to see my unborn child for I was 'killed' at war." Jason said. He had tears welling up in his eyes threatening to spill over, but they never did.

Something about what he said bothered me for some reason, the fact that he was 'killed' in battle. For if he was 'dead' then why is he not lying in a hole in the ground, protected only by a wooden box? Why was he walking around perfectly fine? Did he stage his death? No he wouldn't do that to his wife, whom he said that he loved very much. So what was the deal?

"What do you mean you were 'killed' at war? Did you fake your death?" Ali asked, voicing my thoughts.

"No, I didn't fake my death. I could never do that to my wife I loved her too much." Jason said.

I wonder why he was avoiding the first question. If he was killed, then why is he here talking to us, Telling us about his wife. And if he loved her some much then why is he here in this place, instead of with her?

I voiced my thoughts, and then he told us, and I wish that he hadn't. For if he hadn't then, well things would be different.

[END FLASHBACK]

(A/N: can anyone guess what happened to his wife? If you guess right then you'll get a special prize!

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~Moonlight~