Images of a 5 foot tall girl with copper brown hair and deep chocolate brown eyes were displayed onto the screen. Her skin was not as smooth as mine and not as pale. Small pimples and blemishes littered her forehead, nose and chin and she had deep circles under her eyes. Two children came into the room she was sitting in, one looking about 3, the other 5.

"Lizzie! Lizzie!" they both shouted, jumping up onto her lap. I smiled, even with the change of hair and eyes, it was clear it was me.

"Hey, girls! Wow, you have beautiful dresses on!" She replied. The two girls smiled and looked down at their matching pink dresses. My British accent was just the same as it is now, as though I had been brought up in a middle class family.

"We will be back around nine thirty, is that okay with you, Liz?" said a tall balding man.

"Yeah sure, I will see you later." She smiled back. The two girls proceeded to talk to 'me' and sit on 'my' lap. The two adults left and Lizzie got up and went to the DVD player. "Who wants to watch Toy Story?" She said. The two girls jumped up and down with glee and sat on the sofa squirming impatiently. Lizzie smiled and put on the film. She sat in-between the two girls, her arm around them both as they snuggled into her side.

The memory then skipped onwards to the girls' bedroom and Lizzie on the floor reading a book.

"The end," she whispered but the girls were already asleep. She walked over and tucked them both in, gently pecking their foreheads. She went back downstairs and sat on the sofa, turning on the TV.

The memory skipped again to the parents coming home and Lizzie leaving.

"Goodbye!" She said grinning "see you at church on Sunday."

'I' walked to the bus stop, and stood there, shivering slightly. It looked around October but I wasn't too sure. Lizzie's breathing fastened and she began to become more paranoid about her surroundings. Suddenly there was a low, cold laugh. Lizzie whipped her head round, her shivering becoming more apparent. Darkness was obviously a weakness of hers.

"How did she hear the laugh?" North questioned. "She would only hear it if she…believed in Pitch!" The realisation of the girl's belief in Pitch became clear to us all. We watched it more intently; I was less concerned about privacy now. It didn't even feel like me so I wasn't so bothered.

"Why so scared, princess?" Pitch's voice purred and Liz spun around, bumping straight into him. "So, you believe in the Boogyman? Sweet. I am touched." He laughed again and held her chin, bringing her head up to him. He smiled his sickening smile and brought his face close to her as if he was about to kiss her. Suddenly, Liz yanked her face away and ran. It was a slight incline in the direction she was going and it was obvious she wasn't much of a runner. Liz yelped in pain as she twisted her ankle but still pegged on. Pitch just laughed and disappeared but Lizzie didn't seem to notice. She ran straight to the park, hoping to lose him there. I stood watching feeling slightly stupid, why did I run to the park? Where would that get me? I obviously wasn't thinking at the time.

Liz continued to run until she reached a large tree in which she stopped at to catch her breath. She looked around hastily, praying silently that she had lost him.

"Oh dear, princess. You are very foolish." Pitch came from out of nowhere and pinned her against the tree.

"Get off me," Liz gulped but she sounded confident.

"Now, now. Let's not be rude," Pitch scalded. He grinned again and laughed at her helpless struggles as he tightened his grip on her wrists. He crashed his lips against hers and began to kiss her roughly and lustfully.

Jack grabbed my hand and I looked up at him. He seemed to have tears in his eyes and wouldn't meet my gaze. I wanted to stop watching, I didn't want to see what happened next. I had to though…I had to know.

"Geroff!" cried the Lizzie from beneath Pitch's lips. He just smirked and kissed her jawline then her neck.

"It would be oh-so-helpful if you would cooperate, princess." He said between kisses. Liz continued to struggle and you could see Pitch growing impatient. "STAY STILL!" He roared, slamming her against the tree. Liz buckled, fell to the ground and gently touched her bloody hair. Before she could recover, Pitch was on top of her, ripping her clothes as he eagerly grinded against her.

I feel sick I thought. Jacks hand tightened on mine until his knuckles were as pale as they could go.

Pitch was now stealing the girl's dignity and virginity. Liz was no longer thrashing but crying out in pain, her eyes were full of dizziness and you could see she was going to pass out any minute. Pitch laughed and continued to thrust, feeding off her pain and innocence. Liz struggled to get up as Pitch held her waist to his. She finally got out of his grasp and ran again, stumbling every so often. Pitch grumbled and did up his trousers, chasing after her, not even bothering to disappear and reappear-that seemed too easy. Lizzie ran towards the ponds, tripping, falling and swaying. Pitch finally caught up with her and grabbed her hand, pulling her close to him. She hammered his chest with her fists and tried to push away but he was too strong. They were extremely close to the edge of the pond now- the pond that I came out of.

"Princess…"he purred. "What have I told you about struggling?" Then he pushed her. She fell backwards and everything seemed to go in slow motion. Lizzie could no longer struggle; she was too tired, in too much pain. Slowly, she sunk until she hit the bottom and her chocolate button eyes closed.