Red.

All Jane could see was red.

Rasped breaths started to echo all around her as they bounced off the cold tile floors. They were old, a horrible stench beginning to break through the loosened cracks.

"Move it, we don't have all day." A female guard bites out, her voice was low and rough.

Jane felt the beating of her heart suddenly race out of control as it rapidly thumped against her chest with every unnerved breath that escaped her mouth.

"Did I stutter? You either do as I say or I'll have to sedate you. Now, strip or I'll force you." The female guard ushers herself closer to Jane's body, a daunting smile retching itself against her thin lips. Jane squeezes her eyes shut as she begins to count to ten ever-so-slowly before her eyes finally open and remained empty.

Gone was the girl that once believed good overcame evil.

Good thing's didn't come to those who were bad, her Mother once told her as a little girl. Memories began flooding into her mind, almost as if they were fragments of broken glass building itself back together piece by piece.

She remembers the way her Mother would read to her, she was a catholic woman. Born and bred into a religion where the world had been depicted into two sections.

The good and the bad.

She remembers the way her Mother's hands would greedily run through her tresses, a sigh would leave her mouth as she'd mutter out the familiar words,"The world is such a filthy place, Jane. Not everything appears in black and white as they do in your fairy tale stories. There are such thing's as monsters, they can be beautiful because that is their one gift. They can lure you in with foolish thoughts and wanted desires that will only bring you great destruction in the end. You must ignore your temptation, otherwise God will punish you for your sins, Jane. Do you understand?"

As a child, who wouldn't believe their mothers words. With a small shake to her head, little Jane nodded, earning an appreciative hum of approval from her Mother.

Jane's fists began pounding against the sides of her temples, her eye's remained closed once more as she felt the familiar pain swell within her knuckles.

The memory became foggy, and within a second, it was gone. Now all that remained was nothingness. Pitch back and soundless, all that could be heard was her rhythmic heartbeat achingly banging against her ribcage as she awaited for something else.

Almost as if she knew something wasn't right.

All of a sudden, oceans that resembled the colour red washed over her eyes and Jane bit back her gasp.

For the second time, Jane felt her mind slowly restitching itself back together as another memory fell against her mind. This time, it was a boy.

A dead boy.

His honey-suckle curls appeared damp as they stuck brutally to the tops of his forehead, his lips were chapped and blue as he layed stone-still against the water.

With a cautious step, Jane suddenly reached over and gently ran her fingers through the watery substance. It wasn't what she expected though, it was thick and sticky, a gruesome stench filling its way as she breathed it in.

Quickly pulling away, Jane let out a whimper as her eye's scanned over her stained hands over and over.

It was coated in blood.

His alluring eyes then opened and effortlessly found hers. Heat was spreading through Jane slowly as she fell to his side. Jane felt light, almost as if she was out of her body and watching the scene slowly unfold in front of her.

She didn't know why she felt this way, and it scared her, unnerved her in such a way that she feared what she saw within these moment's could never be unseen.

He looked at her, really looked at her. His green eyes pleading, betrayal lucking slowly behind. "I loved you," A small gasp escaped her as she watched blood spluttering from his mouth. His heartbeat appeared weaker, his breathing slowing down as Jane watched his chest rise and fall with each passing second. "So much." He grunted out, pain striking his delicate features.

Spots of blackness began clogging her mind and she knew this memory would fade away just like the last had done.

Jane felt the words ready to brim from her throat, "I won't leave you, I won't leave you!" She wanted to desperately cry out, an ache making it's way across her chest and she became frantic.

She didn't know who this boy was, but her heart seemed to remember him. It burned and throbbed as the tears were becoming restless, threatening to escape as she slowly watched his body disappear from sight.

Jane's heart tripped against her ribs as she fumbled for him. His body was unrecognisable but that didn't stop her from grabbing whatever she could feel of him.

As the blackness took over for the second time, Jane felt an unfamiliar object brush against the swell of her palm. She opened her hand and inspected what was inside of it closely.

It was a dog tag that bared the initials J and D.

He was dead, she knew this, but something of him still clung to her heart and was determined to find out why.

What killed him?

And just like that, she was pulled away from her memories as a naked shoulder bumped against hers harshly as the line moved forward and closer to the shower stalls.

She forgot how long she'd been in Wayward for. Was it hours, days, or simply months?

Time stood still and remained taunting to her. Every peaceful memory that once evoked her mind had slowly began to fade with each passing moment that she remained here. With shaky hands, Jane turns her back towards the guards form before stripping off her paper thin uniform.

What unsettled her even further and halted her movements, was that her hand was still clutching onto the dog tag.

The one from her memory.

But that wasn't possible, it couldn't be. It had to be a dream, the medication must've finally gotten to her head and now she was as insane as the rest of them at Wayward Sanatorium.

Maybe they had been right after all.

Jane let out a sudden hiss as she felt a jolt of pain hit the back of her knees. She remained still, unwilling to move as the pain decided to worsen and spread through out her weathered body.

"I said move!" The guard screeched angrily, and with one final thrust, she swings her batten across Jane's back.

She slumped to the floor, her body sparing no chance as it was already under nourished and beaten. Everything around her slowly became background noise, her heart was beating faintly but this time, Jane knew it was different.

The pit of blackness welcomed her to let go and be free from Wayward.

To be free from all the pain that the world bestowed upon her even as a child.

At first all that Jane could hear was the pounding of feet, and suddenly her head snaps back painfully. Hands began tracing across the bridge of her nose, then pass her cheeks, to the centre of her lips where they rested.

Dr Wheeler shouts, "Let's get her off this floor. Hurry, she's already lost too much blood!" His face is a deadly shade of white as he watches the male nurses make there way over towards Jane's unmoving form where he rested against her.

His breathe tickled against the shell of Jane's ear, his voice went even softer as the guards appeared unnoticed of the proximity between the pair.

"Don't you die on me El. Please, fight. You have to, if not for yourself than do it for me."

And that's when she knew her Mother had been right all along. Monsters were real, they weren't only undeniably beautiful but they made you feel things.

Things you hadn't felt before.

And Jane knew Mike Wheeler would be her final undoing.

Authors note: this was a filler chapter! I still hope you guys enjoyed, I know I haven't updated in a while but I'd really love to hear your feedback whether it's positive or not.

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