I feel so pumped right now!

Tomorrow, my friends and I are planning a surprise birthday party for a friend of ours who hasn't had a party in AGES!

She even missed out on her 18th birthday party due to the fact that it was yr 12.

So-! We're making it up to her tomorrow. She'll be so surprised!

Some people from fanfiction who you may know that are attending this party are and Laura-Ella. If you want, I can send them you're love ;)

Anyway, I feel proud of myself that I'm getting back into a rhythm of writing again. It's nice, it really is.

I have a warning for the next chapter: It will be a flash back into the past, so I'm sorry if people don't like those kind of stories. But it's relevent to the story line (which has been changing so much recently! It's getting on my nerves... but it's becoming a deeper and more interesting story now so I can compramise XP)

If people hate flash backs, sorry but it's needed.

I'll just stop prattling now and let you guys enjoy the chapter =.=

Chapter 10 –

"When I was young, too young to remember, my father died in a terrible accident." Dr. Slur says. "My mother, widowed with a young child, struggled to support the both of us. So she used any means necessary to get money. Even if that meant selling her body. One day, a man found her and helped her find a proper job to sustain us as well as a better life style. Eventually, this man fell in love with my mother and asked her to marry him. They wed when I was ten, and three years later, they had a child of their own. A little baby girl." He turned to look at Fay as she leans closer to the bars.

"How do I fit in then?" She asks.

"That baby girl not only changed my life, but my mothers as well." He says, ignoring Fay's question. "With the help of this new man, our lives began to change for the better. I was able to attend school and make up for all those years that I had skipped, not to mention my mother didn't have to worry about a way to sustain our living conditions. That man was really something else." The doctor looks off into the distance, obviously reliving his past memories, as a faint smile crosses his lips.

"His name was Young." He says, startling Fay.

"Sorry?" She asks.

The doctor turns to face her again. "Young, that was his last name. Marcus Young. He became my step father."

"Then why is your name Slur?"

"Isn't it obvious? I have lived with this name since I was born; I wasn't going to change it because of that man. No, I chose to keep the name in order to keep the memory of my father alive."

Fay lowers her head as she can see how the idea would seem nice and very sentimental. She could only imagine what it would be like since she had no real memories of her own. Shifting slightly, deciding to sit facing the doctor now, the sound of chains scraping across the ground catches the doctor's attention.

He sighs. "They only started doing that after I left with something of theirs." He says. "Look, I don't know if telling you this will help you or not. In the past, you seemed to never recall anything before, so why would it be different now?"

"Your right." Fay says. "It wouldn't be any different now. I don't have a better chance of remembering, but I want to know, so that has to make a difference, doesn't it?"

The doctor looks away, hating to admit she was right. What he hated even more was how she might never remember due to what he was forced to do to her. It wasn't his fault! He had no choice in the matter.

He did it to protect her.

"You said I was someone important to you." Fay says, getting back to the conversation. "How important was I?"

"You still are important to me." Dr. Slur says. He looks down at his hands as he whispers "You always will be to me."

"So how important am I?" She asks.

"My sister, you remember me telling you about her?" He says.

Fay nods her head. "Yeah, I remember."

"She would be in her early 20's now. 23 if I'm correct. She… she always saw the good in others when there really wasn't any."

Fay looks down when she hears a voice, soft and distant yet she seemed to recognise it, but she couldn't tell from where.

'You don't have to do this Aaron!' The girl cried. 'He did nothing wrong!'

'He tried to hurt you, and you want me to forgive him for that?'

'Is it so wrong to want to protect others?'

'Not if that other will put you in danger.'

"Did you hear that?" Fay asks.

Dr. Slur looks at her and frowns. "Hear what?" He asks.

"Two voices just now." She replies. "They were arguing over… something." She frowns. "It seemed like the boy, Aaron, was telling this girl off. A girlfriend perhaps? Or a friend? Or a-"

"A sister." Dr. Slur finished. "Aaron was telling his sister off because he was trying to protect her." He looks down, a ghost of a smile evident on his face, before looking up again. "You say you heard them, right?" He asks.

Fay nods her head. "It was so clear in my mind, but it sounded distant and soft, more like a memory."

Dr. Slur stares back at the teen, surprise evident on his face as he covers his face with his hands. Fay looks at him with concern before looking away.

Again, she hears the girl's voice echo along with that of the boys, Aaron's.

'Are you sure about this?' He asks.

'Have I ever been wrong before?'

'Is that meant to be a rhetorical question?'

'You tell me.'

Fay places a hand to her face as she looks down. That felt more real than it should have. And the girls voice, why did it sound so familiar?

She turns back to the doctor. "Who's Aaron?"

"A boy. A silly, foolish boy." He shakes his head.

"What's his sister's name?"

He looks up at Fay briefly before looking down again. "Marita." He replies.

Fay frowns as the name begins to ring a bell in her mind. Pushing the name aside, she decides to ask another question.

"Are these voices a part of my memories? Is it a bad thing that I can remember?"

Dr. Slur looks up in shock.

"N-no, I mean yes. Wait… I don't know." He looks down again, looking utterly confused. It was a sight Fay had never seen before. It made the doctor seem more human than he should have. To her, he had always been a symbol of restraint and pain, the one who cased everyone's suffering along with the one who never helped them at all. He seemed so inhuman, yet here he was looking as stunned as Fay was when she first found out she wasn't who she thought she was.

But when the same thing happens for a second time, the surprise tends to linger more.

"Aaron… that's my name." He finally replies. He leans in close to the bar, searching the teens face for any sign or hint. "If you heard my name, remembered my name, then you're memories must be returning which means…"

He pauses.

"Which means?" Fay asks.

He looks up at her, determination in his eyes.

"Which means I can tell you everything."

He smirks.

"My little sister."