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Bwahahaha, now onto the second chapter of 'Unknown'! :3

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HETALIA AXIS POWERS AND 'BAD APPLE!' LYRICS, EVEN THE 'BAD APPLE!'LYRICS BY CRISTINA VEE. SO THERE.

Swept Away by the Cracks of Time

- Dawn POV -

I kept looking at Alfred, back and forth, as he drove his car. Expensive, my mind said with distaste. Destroy it. I resisted the urge, because Alfred was pretty nice to me. He keeps mentioning people named 'Iggy' and 'Toris'. The car, which was a convertible Maserati Spyder (A/N: DON'T HATE ON MY TASTE, PEOPLE :3), zoomed through New York, away from my high-school and towards my home, where I needed to pack up my things. Alfred had explained that he has to take care of me, along with Toris, until my mom recovers. But then that meant I had to stay in Alfred's home... I hope Mom will be okay, I thought.

Which is until never, my mind sneered. It's all a lie, all a trap. Even if they told you those bewildering words, your heart would be elsewhere, not listening.

I gave Alfred one last sideways glance, and looked out the window. Everything was so pretty... the blue sky, the fluffy clouds... Hah, so you can actually feel those kind of stupid emotions. You know nothing, nothing at all, Dawn. Give up your hope. It's useless, my mind said. Not my own voice. Not having my own voice seemed to make me angry.

"We're here," Alfred announced, stopping in front of my home, which to me seemed to be in nowhere. I never really paid attention to directions.

"You can go ahead and get your stuff," Alfred told me cheerfully. "I have to make a quick call."

I nodded, and my mind interrupted my thoughts once more. You actually care? He's not what he looks like, Dawn. Be warned.

Feeling defiant, I muttered, "Can't you shut up once in a while?" I stopped in my tracks, and my hand covered my mouth.

I spoke. I just spoke! My hazel eyes widened, and I turned back to Alfred, who was tapping on his iPhone.

"ALFRED-" I yelled, then something seemed to block my voice box, and I was cut off. Alfred looked up, confused.

"Dawn, was that you?" he asked me. "I thought you couldn't talk and all!" I just stood there, dumbstruck, then I shook my head. What just happened? I thought to myself, relieved that it wasn't my mind's voice. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, then I started forward to the mahogany-colored front door of my home. I opened my bag and scoured for my keys. To my dismay, I found none. I looked around, panicking. Where? Where are my keys- I stood straight up, remembering what happened in classes after lunch.

- Flashback -

"Dawn, are you okay?" a voice snapped me out of my trance. I stopped twirling my sharpened pencil, the one I tried stabbing Daniel with, and looked over next to me. I sat next to the classroom windows, so I was able to see the person's reflection. His name... it's Ian, right? I thought. Ian had rusty brown hair with icy blue eyes. A weird but cool mix of genetics, if you ask me. Attitude, murmured my mind's voice. You're learning to feel, Dawn. I thought even sadness left you exhausted, let alone feeling funny or happy.

I tipped my head to the side to Ian, as if I didn't hear his question. Ian smiled faintly, and asked once more, "Are you okay, Dawn? I heard that Daniel was picking on you at lunch again. I hope he didn't do anything bad."

Bad, as in you were going to kill him, my mind mused. I tore out a piece of paper from my notebook and scribbled, "Like tormenting me until the end of my days? Yeah. Really bad." I handed the note to Ian, and under a few seconds, he laughed. He began to write, and soon enough, I got back the note. It read, "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you." I stiffened, and I continued to read, "I would've kicked Daniel's ass. It's not right, picking on people, let alone girls." I smiled, and before I could write back a reply, my mind murmured, Double meaning to that, dear Dawn. You know you need me for these kinds of things. A double meaning? What could that mean? I stared blankly at the paper, until someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned, quickly hiding the note, and I felt a stinging slap on my cheek. The girl who tore up my notebook was looking down at me.

"That was for spitting at my Daniel's face at lunch today," she sneered. "And there's more where that came from!"

Glaring at the girl, I glanced at my pencil, which wasn't sharp anymore. Dear Dawn, how can you kill if boys like Ian stand in your way? Double meaning, dearie, double meaning in those words he had wrote down for you. Meanwhile, the girl laughed and looked back at her friends. "See her? She's so stupid!" she told them. I saw Ian from the corner of my eye. I didn't realize that he was still sitting next to me. My cheeks burned, embarrassment flooding me that Ian is seeing me like this. I thought you didn't care, because you don't listen, taunted my mind. But I do listen! I just don't speak... I was so busy thinking to myself that I didn't realize that the girl began looking through my stuff. "Ooh, look, Dawn has a pretty key! Too bad she won't have it anymore," tutted the girl. Before I could reach them, the girl and her friends laughed and ran away, yelling over their shoulders, "Freak! Dawn is a freak!"

Ian, meanwhile, just sat there, feeling sorry for me. You see, you can't rely on people like this, my mind told me. They give you fake promises. The next thing you know they've turned their back on you, Dawn. It's not right. Not right for you, because you see, I'm doing this for your sake. Kill the people in your way. Then pursue the ideals you really want.

Gripping my pencil, I tore out another piece of paper and wrote on it. After a few minutes, I was finished. But I never paid attention to what I wrote. I looked at my paper and read:

Ever on and on I continue circling

With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony

Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing

And suddenly I see that I can't break free-I'm

Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity

With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony

To tell me who I am, who I was

Uncertainty enveloping my mind

Till I can't break free, and

Maybe it's a dream; maybe nothing else is real

But it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel

So I'm tired of all the pain, of the misery inside

And I wish that I could live feeling nothing but the night

You can tell me what to say; you can tell me where to go

But I doubt that I would care, and my heart would never know

If I make another move there'll be no more turning back

Because everything will change, and it all will fade to black

Will tomorrow ever come? Will I make it through the night?

Will there ever be a place for the broken in the light?

Am I hurting? Am I sad? Should I stay, or should I go?

I've forgotten how to tell. Did I ever even know?

Can I take another step? I've done everything I can

All the people that I see I will never understand

If I find a way to change, if I step into the light

Then I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to white

Ever on and on I continue circling

With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony

Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing

And suddenly I see that I can't break free-I'm

Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity

With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony

To tell me who I am, who I was

Uncertainty enveloping my mind

Till I can't break free, and

Maybe it's a dream; maybe nothing else is real

But it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel

So I'm tired of all the pain, of the misery inside

And I wish that I could live feeling nothing but the night

You can tell me what to say; you can tell me where to go

But I doubt that I would care, and my heart would never know

If I make another move there'll be no more turning back

Because everything will change, and it all will fade to black

If I make another move, if I take another step

Then it all would fall apart. There'd be nothing of me left

If I'm crying in the wind, if I'm crying in the night

Will there ever be a way? Will my heart return to white?

Can you tell me who you are? Can you tell me where I am? I've forgotten how to see; I've forgotten if I can

If I opened up my eyes there'd be no more going back.

I looked up. I found that Ian was staring at me, bewildered. People were whispering to each other, eyeing me. Tipping my head to one side, I looked at Ian, confused. What happened?

"You... you were singing, Dawn," he whispered, his blue eyes giving nothing away but awe. "Some kind of song. It's like I've heard of it before, though..."

- End of Flashback -

I... I lost my keys at that class, I recalled. But then... Ian told me that I was singing too... What was that all about? To my irritation, my mind offered nothing but this, a repeat of what it told me after the incident:

Now you're learning, dear Dawn...

...AND I'M DONE! :DD

I'm soo happy people are liking this story! Like, 3 reviews in one day! :) Makes me feel motivated, AND AS A PRESENT, AN UPDATE ON THE SAME DAY. XD I FEEL THE LOVE, GUYS. THANK YOU.

Now, I'm going to repeat the freaking disclaimer, because like what I had said on one of my stories (possibly 'The Promise'), I'M PARANOID LIKE THAT.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA AXIS POWERS OR ANY BAD APPLE LYRICS AT ALL! ONLY MY OC DAWN, THAT'S IT. :)

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