Authors Note...

In this chapter Ana will be unaware of what is going on around her, waking up through out the chapter.

Hope you all enjoy...

My head feels like its been stuffed with cotton balls. Every thing is fuzzy and unclear.

I can't remember much, just a lot of screaming. But I don't know if it was me or at least I don't think it was me. Could have been for all I know.

But I do remember being carried by some one. I remember strong arms around me. It was probably Christian.

I must have fallen asleep somewhere on a couch reading a book. He's sweet like that.

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God I really need a glass of water. My mouth feels like a desert.

My tong is sticky to the roof of me mouth.

My throat also feels horrible, like sand paper every time I swallow. Or at least when I do try to.

But I'm just too tired to get up. I'll just get one in the morning.

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I just can't get comfortable. Why is the bed so uncomfortable?

And why can I hear traffic?

And why is it so cold? Did I leave a window or door open somewhere?

I must have because I can feel a strong breeze . A chilly breeze that seeps away any heat.

But once again, I'm just too tired to do anything about it.

After tossing and turning a bit I get comfortable enough to fall back to asleep.

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People are taking. No not talking, yelling or arguing. Really loudly at that.

I don't know but it sound like a couple. Couples are always arguing.

Probably the neighbors. They are always arguing

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I think I'm having a nightmare. A really weird one.

Kate and Jack are in it.

Kate, wrapped up in a blanket, is being carried away by Jack. She looks like a sack of potatoes'. A potato sack with beautiful blond hair. But it's not its usual beautiful blond. It has streaks of red in it. A bloody red color. No not red, scarlet.

And she is screaming, or trying to. I can't tell. It looks like she is but I can't hear her. All I can hear is a high pitch tone.

She looks scared. No, that's not the right, terrified. She looks terrified.

I want to help her. Reach out and tell her everything will be ok. It's just a dream.

But I cant. My limbs feel like led. Impossibly heavy and unmovable.

Eventually the dream goes away and I'm pulled back into the darkness of sleep.

I'm having another nightmare again. Or is it the same one?

I can't remember.

I'm shivering. It's so cold. It's also raining.

Kate and Jack are gone. I'm alone, and in a car park

The car park is empty except for a white van.

But why am I in a car park? This isn't normal.

Jack appears from the darkness and pure terror grips me.

Something in me tells me to run.

Run. Now. Go!

Danger, run!

But I can't make my limbs move. They're just so heavy.

Move! Please just do something! Anything…..

But I cant.

I cant get my self to move. I'm stuck in this terrified state.

And all I can do is watch Jack walking towards me.

No, not walking. There is something more animalistic about it. Prowling. Yes prowling towards me like a cat stalking its prey knowing that he has succeeded in trapping it. The mouse is as good as dead.

PLEASE! Just do something!

Defend yourself!

Just move!

A vile smile slowly creeps over his face. He's a hands breath away now.

Getting closer with every terrified beat my heart makes.

Close enough to grab me if he wanted. All he has to do is reach out, and I'm to terrified to do any thing. An easy pray. A stupid mouse that cant defend itself.

But I react by some miracle.

My hand cracks across Jacks vile face.

My legs start to move and I'm running.

Running away from him, but running where?

There is nowhere to run. I'm in an abandoned car park.

There is nowhere to hide.

I don't get the time to contemplate where to run too, because I'm knocked down to the ground.

My body smacks down hard on what seems like concrete. Air rushes out of my lungs and it becomes impossible to breath or think straight.

" You fucking twat!" Jack yells at me.

Some how he's straddling me, but all I can think about is getting him off of me.

But it's impossible. I can't get him to budge.

He is still yelling at me but I can't make out what.

My head feels as if it has been filled with cotton balls. It's so fuzzy.

The only thoughts rushing through what's left of my mind is Run! Do something.

But I don't have to struggle much longer, Jack's fist comes crashing down on my face then my nose.

Pain over takes my body and I let darkness take my mind.