The duffel bag and bloody sheets were all just a blur to me now. The shuffling of the people surrounding my limpless body began to paranoia me. Their gentle hushed tones soothed me back into a deep sleep, as I drfited from the cart I was being rolled in, to the dark ocean. Sinking and sinking, I could feel my blood pressure coming to a hault.

The pinching in my wrists and ankles slowly became more aggrivating. I tried to itch at them, but warm hands kept smashing my body back down. I lay still for awhile, hoping the itching will subside, but it never does. I can feel my shoulders and lips twitching. It annoys the doctors around me. I would have never guessed that I was beaten so brutally, so violently.

Not only had I been sexually scarred, but also my head had been knocked into something several times. Something sharp, something that smelled like vodka. It was horrible. I wanted to leave here. I wanted to float off the matress I was lifted onto, and just fly away where no one, this time, could harm me.

My eyes refused to listen to me. I kept shouting at them to open, you see, but they just wouldn't. The drugs and intoxants had knocked me out, but leaving my mind in tact. Not for long, though. I knew that any minute, the nurses would be told to give me more pain killers and numbing alcohol where the gash in my head bled to death. A wrap of gauze slowly tarped over my entire face, but I could feel it leave me an mouth opening.

Even though my eyes were completely isolated behind the white tape, I could tell I was going to be in a lot more pain when I would awake. Something cold brushed against my arm, and then something wet, colder, was dapping onto it. They were going to feed me through a tube now. Even if I wasn't hungry, I could anorexic and not even notice. The pain was too powerful, I was surprised myself I hadn't been completely knocked out.

A zap and a click made me more alert now. I'm pretty sure a good six hours have passed. I knew I had passed out several time again. The zing in my arm suddenly made my whole body shudder, and goosebumps swollowed me whole. My ears may have been bashed a few good times, but I knew there was someone talking to me now. Muffled noises and coughing sounds.

To no surprise, I was being lifted up, and no tugging from the chords sucking my blood pinched anymore. Whoever was carrying me had known how to remove them. I could feel no arms under my back or legs, only I felt like I was on a cloud. A dark, horrible cloud. One with no happy faces and sunshine. No light showers, just over cast and fog.

Expecting I'd be dead by now, something else had me in it's grasp. At this moment I felt a cold breeze whip against my mouth, as the gauze still captured my head. I could hear louder muffles and then a very hard thump. It must've been a door, because the breeze suddenly stopped. A warm tingle touched my lips, and I was more scared in my entire life than I could have ever imagined.

This was it, someone wanted to kill me in peace. I was going to die the horrific death everyone feared. Slow, and painful. Never letting go of my body, the warm thing brushed, what it seemed like hands, against my feezing cheeks. I felt death playing tag in my back. Crack...Smack...Bam...Pop...Zing...Snap...Boom...Thump. It was very... unpleasent.

After what could have been days on end, actually felt like a few mintes pass. Not once, the figure would let go of me. I was being cradled by something I could not defy, which is really the worst feeling you could ever imagine. Knowing what's going on is one thing, but this is something completely different.

After past my surgery and bandages and few glimpses of my bloody head in a mirrior, I felt confined. Confined in what seemed like a buzzing-moving-thing. I was told through muffled speakers, at a giraffes pace, that I had been brutally hurt, scarred for life, and raped. But how I can deal with all this, I don't understand myself. Is it because I don't remember my sum-sort life before?

All I see is my mother. And my home. And my school. Where me and my friends walked in the ditches and always got our shoes muddy... There is more, but for some reason I can not recall much more. I feel a yearn for someone signifigant, but something is yanking at my muscles that indicates the wrong path. Then there's something stretching my arms and legs. I want to be held, but also I want to stand up by myself. All by myself, and simply run away.

Although I can't remember what, It's why I am here in the first place. I am here. Half dead. Somewhat half alive. I see little future context so far. I'm still being carried smoothly. More snaps in my back, and also flashing lights, glowing in front of my shut eyelids and gauzed face.

Here it sets me down. On something hard. On something cold. It's not comfortable, but I know it's going to help. Maybe it's a doctor. Wo's going to make a better help than the other ones. They didn't know what to do, they were stupid and too dramatic. But rather like this person, simply picking me up and setting me here like it's no trouble at all. This is what I want to be treated like. Like I'm not having people waste their time on me.

The stings and shocking from the metal table below my earth bound body burn and hurt. I can't stand being inched as far as I am willing to go. I am sick...of it... I can't think straight... right now. Why do I feel so... so vulnerable... And tired. I don't want to sleep... stupid... doctors. Oh, there's another hand unwrapping my gauze. I must look... Hmm, terrible.

Oh well... I don't care, I'll just die... any second now...

"Mandy, do you remember when we would go to the lake and tube?" I smiled and brushed my hair away from my face.
"Of course, Nikki! Remember when mine popped? I was freaking out like crazy!" Mandy giggled and blushed a little, her pink face revealing her innocence.
"Yeah, it was hilarious. We had to somehow fit in my tube. We did it though! I can't believe our big butts fit!" I laughed really loud, but she joined in too.

The white patterned walls soothed me. I never imagined being in this position. White walls around me, buckled down on a very soft mattres. I don't think rehab would ever be this nice though. Maybe it wasn't. And maybe I was a test experiement. For whatever reason I was doing here, strapped and aching in all, I wanted to leave. Very badly.

I relaxed my muscles, seeming it was the only natural calm thing to do right now. What else could I do? Scream, maybe? Yeah, and then the killers would really finish me off then. I just had to think. I had to remember. Mandy, how do I remember you, but nothing else before then?

I felt a tingle slither down my back. I remember. My house, my little town house. I don't know why I was living alone though... And there was Mandy. And Delilah! I'm so glad I could remember us three, just skipping up and down the slopes of our hill top homes. I coul only remember my mothers face as clearly as Mandy's and Delilah's. It's sweet, and loving. I still wonder why I left her...

There is something else too. Something I can't quite put my finger on. If only something could rejolt my memory! And then maybe I'd remember-
"Good Morning, Miss." An older looking man stood by a far door. How big was this white, yet so fragile room?
"Err..." I couldn't say much. I didn't know what I was wearing. I didn't know where I was, for that matter.
"I'm terribly sorry, Miss. My Master has asked me to come down here. To show you around. He felt you're not ready to see him again." He smiled under his gray mustahce. Although, I didn't understand what he meant by again.

I pulled my legs over the side of the very large bed. To my surprise, I wasn't buckled down. There was a heavy pressure of my chest and throat.
"About you're medical issues, Miss..." He stepped into the room, leaving the door wide open. Did he know I wanted to escape? Was he taunting me...?
I breathed, and he breathed. "We've healed you quite well, I must say, Miss." He half smiled this time, at all times keeping his eyes closed.
"Uh...Huh..." I could say much, and just as I nodded, he open his eyes slightly. A sky blue twinkle came from his eyes.
I smiled, he was friendly and bright. Really just what I needed.

"Well, come along then, Miss. Let me show you around you're new home." He gestured toward three doors on the opposing wall to my bed.
"Um, I already have a home. At least, I think." I looked down at my naked little toes and wriggled them against the white fluffy carpet.
"Yes, Miss, I had a feeling you'd remember some things." I stared up at him. He opened his eyes, and they were filled with curiosity.
"Oh, yes, well. We are not the original doctors. We're you're... specialists." He said the word curtly, like he didn't even know.

I could only nod now, as he trotted toward the door closest to the right wall. I tried to keep up with his pace, but my ribs were racking against my skin, and my stomach burned like it was on fire. He reached the handle, and twisted it open. It was awkward, almost. I stood by the door, and gently pushed my back so that I could enter. He alos left the door wide open, just reminding me I could escape.

There were clothes everywhere. When I say this, I don't mean a lot. I mean so much, I've got a mall as my closet. There was a set of stairs that led up to a second story. Not just a loft, but a literal floor. It was brightly lighted, it even looked like a Forever 21 store. But all the clothes were folded neatly and placed in sections. There was Chanel, Hollister, Abercrombie & Fitch, GAP, American Eagle Outfitters, Pac Sun, and some that I had no idea they existed. I stood still in my place on the tiled floor. There were so many clothes that I've wanted to wear in here!

The old man stood beside me. He nudged me. I looked up at him, and his keen bright teeth gleamed on me.
"The Master is sickly generous, Miss." He laughed ecstaicly. Even I did.
"You can come back later, to see more if you like, Miss." I nodded crazily, my eyes zipping through everything.
"Well, come along then, Miss." He smiled, and showed me the door.

I followed him mechanically. Each step I took seemed to stride more than the other. Just then I realized something was tickling the back of my neck and chest. I looked down as good as I could, and I saw little white bows tied together to make an elegant addition to the jammies I was wearing. They were soft like satin.

The old man opened the second door, and I immediatley stepped inside. Again, this door he left open.
There was a large white suade sofa in the center of the room, and brightly colored bean bag chairs surrouded the other walls. End tables and nightstands were next to each of them all different woods and patterns. There was an inferno disco ball on the ceiling; the size of seven bowling balls mashed into one. And there was a stero at the end of the very wide and spacious room. Speakers were in corners of every wall.

I looked up at the man. "Excuse me, but, why am I being given all these things...?"
He smiled and stared down at me. "The Master used to spoil you. At least, hmm, he tried. He always said you refused to take anything, though...
"This must be his get well gift to you. All these interiors have been added in the past two months."
I looked back down at the wooden bamboo flooring. "I was in the hospital for that long?"
His smile dissapeared. "And... He said you caught on to things very quickly." He chcukled, and strode back out of the room.

I tagged along, morrosed over what he said. Who was this... 'Master' he kept speaking of? They only thing I know is that he obviously knows me. Yet, he's trying to give me all these gifts. Something a father might do. But father's don't really pay attention to their daughter's behavior. This 'Master' must be someone closer to my age, at the least.

A door swung lightly in front of me, and a pale light came on from nowhere. I ran in, toward the light. It seemed childish of me, why should I be so excited about any of this? It was a vanity desk. And it was huge. Brand name make-ups were lined neatly, yet messy along the mirrors' shelves and counter. I've never been so giddy in my life! Who knows me well enough that I'd want a huge closet, vanity room, and just a room to relax in? No one I could remember, at least...

The Master knew me too well... It was beginning to frighten me. I sat down on a pink stool in front of the large desk and played with assorted combs and brushes. The blush brushes were so fine and soft. Nothing like the scratchy ones I remember from before...

"Miss," The old man leaned down beside me.
I jumped in my seat, and stood quickly. "Y-yes?" I stuttered, trying to calm myself.
"You should be getting ready now. To see the Master, that is." He smiled, and I gulped.
He pushed me gently out of the room. "Please, find a white lacy summer dress, it's the Master's wish." He chuckled, and turned to leave.
"Oh, and, by the way..." He started and I stared pleadingly at his back.
"You can call me Jeeves, Miss." With that, he walked out my room, and closed the door quietly.

I sighed, and slumped to the floor. The carpet was soft on my legs, and I was beginning to worry again. What's going on? How is this happening? My fairytales never ever came true... So, I don't understand any of this...

I stood up slowly again, pacing towards the closet. I slid inside, being as quiet as I possibly could. The emptiness in this room seemed to pulverise the skin on my face. Bright light, nice clothes, but no shopper in sight. It was just so... peaceful.

I skipped up the stairs, until I found a neat little rack of dresses. None of them were ugly, and they were all white. Some were long sleeved, and others had no sleeves. But Jeeves did say summer dress. Might as well get one without any sleeves, then. I pluched a knee high dress, and just slid out of my jammies right there, in the middle of my store.

I found a tie up pair of sandals, and ran out of my closet with them. I strode across my bedroom into the vanity room. The lights were now brighter, especially above the desk. I felt like I was a princess, skipping along in a flowing dress and little sandals to match. I sat down, and brushed my hair. I stared at my face for a while. I realized what was scaring me.

There were no bags under my eyes. There were no pinkish dots along the lining of forehead and hairline. Nothing, but my pale flawless skin. I shook myself back to reality, and stared another few minutes. I still couldn't find anything. Before I had little invisible bumps along my hairline, and now they're magically gone. Then again, maybe it was the surgery. Maybe the doctors used a really good face cleaner on me!

I walked slowly out of the room, out my bedroom, and took every step as cautiously as I could. My shoes faintly clacked on the tiled floor, and then I saw windows. So many, i thought I had lost my way into a sun room. But then I saw Jeeves, at the top of a flight of stairs. He waved politely, and strode away. I hurried toward the stairs. WIth every strode I took, the shoes were louder.

It seemed almost un natural at how loud they were. Clank Clack Clunk Clack Clack Clunk! And then repeat itself, even louder. Now it seemed like I was under water. It was pounding all over my body. The pounding began to shake me, and I was outside on a wide balcony. I spotted two chairs, and a glass table with an unbrella hooked into it.

The pounding got louder as I slowly approached a chair. With a man-like body lounging in it. As my shoes made their appearence, the body stiffened, and sat up straight. The pounding slowed, but were so loud, it was all I could hear. No wind, no shoes, only the drums pounding away. The umbrella covered the body's face, and I stood in place, exactly ten feet away.

The body, it stood so graciously. It's hands slumped to it's sides, as it slowly reered itself from the shade of the umbrella...

The pounding thumped one last time, almost making my body shake to the ground, and stopped. A face; a his face. I couldn't breathe, I just stood there. My little dress shunned with the wind, as it flowed down to my side. I could feel my body tremble. But when I tried to mesmorize his face, his details curved into something I couldn't expect.

He did not smile. He did not laugh. He didn't even put his hand out to shake mine. No, instead, he frowned. His dark lucious eyebrows drew together. I stared, in disbelief. I thought he was going to walk away, leaving me here un answered, questions hitting me in the face. Was this the Master? How come I feel so nerve wracking? What's that weird little buldge stuck in my throat, and in my chest?

I could hardly breathe. His beauty couldn't match the most. It was more than most, it was irretable. I was so shunned at how ugly I must've been. He cursed me here, being limpless, half dead. He stepped toward me, leaning into my face. I didn't realize how fast he'd walked ten feet, so my legs stiffened, and I couldn't move anything, not even my eyes.

They were glued to his. His eyes shook gently, not in dissaproval, but in satisfaction. They softened, and turned into the pale liquid emerald I dreamed of every night... The soft curved fullness of his lips were also very greek god-like. His hands gently pressed into the sides of my face, and he stuck his forhead to mine. I shivered, and turned cold.

He breathed now. I didn't know he was before. He murmered something, and spoke softly against my face, his chilling sweet breathe swirled around my face.
"Why...did you... run away..." There was nothing but sorrow swimming in his tone deaf voice. You'd have to re write the most perfect voice over and over again, and it still wouldn't be as perfect as his...
"Nicole...why..." A zing zapped every muscle in my body. I remembered this feeling, I knew this moment. I couldn't understand why none of this made any sense.
All at once, it hit me.

For a second or two I couldn't remember how to breathe. I kept reminding myself to inhale and exhale, but no air entered or escaped my lungs. The soles of my feet cramped and burned, and my fingertips felt like they were constantly being pricked. I tried again to look at his face, and everytime I felt like exploding. Almost from happiness, but I felt very sad, too.

His chilling fingers swept against my scalp, and he traced his index finger along the deeply cut scar. His eyes peirced mine, and they burned mine until I actually began crying. He didn't brush his hands under my eyes to wipe away the tears, or hush me at all. He just kept staring into my eyes until I remembered how to breathe again.

His calm tone drowned my ears, and I felt all my pores breathe in his icy breathe.

"My love, I don't understand," His sudden choice of words starled me. I tried to edge away, but I felt something in my throat and didn't bother moving. "I don't get how you thought running away could stop me from keeping you in my heart." A cold sweat devoured my body, and I felt the hot tears busting against my eye sockets.

I didn't feel like answering his question. Usually beautiful people intimidated me. Although I felt strangely secure in his presence; even his brushing hands against my head weren't bothering me to a point where my hormones ate my body. He looked curious, searching my eyes for something. He shook his head, and frowned again in dissaprovel.

"Ah," He kept his hands tightened against my head, and drew his face closer to mine. "I don't see any rememberance in your saphire eyes..." His breathe knocked the wind right out of me, and I felt my body balancing on the heels of my shoes. I was quivering, and he finally realized by bringing down his hands onto my shoulders. I didn't know quite who he was, although my mind and heart were in pain. Aching to remember who he was.

"I wish," He sighed, and brought his gaze back up to mine. I looked down at what he was staring at. He was barefoot and had black sweatpants on, was all I noticed. "I wish that you'd remember me. I loved you so much. And I still do." He sounded convincing enough, and I managed the strength to nod slightly. His barefeet must have been so cold out here. I felt bad for him, but in a way, even worse for myself.

I gulped, and his eyes quivered, staring intently back into mine. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I felt like I knew him, but all I was coming up with were blanks. Maybe he could be the pencil I could fill in the blanks with. I hope he'd help me. Even if he loved me, I couldn't find the words to say anything else to him but, "I think I need help," I whispered, and his body became fully alert. "I... I don't remember you. I'm sorry..." He shook his head and smiled.

"That's okay," His pale emerald eyes glistened against his snowy skin. "I'll give you all the time in the world." He smiled and leaned into my face. My head spun and I felt dizzy. His lips didn't try to reach for mine; he scooped me up into his arms and kissed my forehead. I gasped and grabbed his shirt. I could see a smile curling around his lips.

He walked inside his mysterious large home and stepped lightly down the flight of stairs. I could barley see anything, as he had me tucked very closely to his chest. Jeeves stood at the bottom of the stairs and just smiled, his mustache curving with his smile. I felt my face heat up and tears swelled up in my eyes again. I let them burst, and he held me a little closer.

"Thank you," He whispered as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He wouldn't put me down or anything for an hour. I was sure his arms were starting to hurt.

"Aren't your arms hurting?" I whispered into his shirt. He chuckled, and kissed my forehead.

"No, they're fine," I looked up and saw him smile down at me. He looked back up to Jeeves and a frown creased into his perfect face. "Jeeves." Jeeves nodded and walked out of the room we were in. He finally walked out of the kitchen and sat me gently on a very fat and soft couch.

"Nikki... I'm very aware you don't remember me... at all," He breathed slowly trying to catch his breathe and steady it. "My name is Adam James. You were the only one who..." He stammered, and tried to look me in the eyes. He shook his head and breathed more slowly. "I shouldn't tell you now, ok...?" He smiled bashfully and took my hands in his.

"Adam James?" My eyes widened. "Wasn't there..." I gasped. "You're!" I bursted and his eyes looked like I was strangling him. "That boy from my imagination!" I exclaimed and sat there with my mouth wide open. The blood rushed from my upper half to to my legs and feet as soon as I jolted up and wrapped my arms around him. I started to laugh and I hugged him tighter. I didn't cry, I only smiled for him.

"So you... remember?" He held me there and stroked my hair. "You're not afraid? You don't want to run away?" He asked guiltily. I pulled back to look at him.

"Why?" I gasped.

"Oh, I don't know." His eyes trailed off and he pulled me back into his arms. I could feel his jaw form a smile.

The thought of knowing he was real was just mind boggling. But him being here, real, and totally in love with me was going to make me explode. I couldn't control how happy I was. I flung out of his arms and ran down a hallway. I unbuckled my sandals and tossed them over my head, dancing on my toes. I was gracefully making my way down the hall when I suddenly stopped.

Why was I so sure of myself? How did I get to be so graceful? How come I was more beautiful then ever in my life? Did that surgery do the magic? Am I just dreaming? I wasn't sure how to stop whispering the questions to myself... I continued dancing backwards now, flying into the kitchen. Aj... Wait, I just thought his name was Adam James. But wait! Aj is Adam James...

I turned around sharply and stopped abruptly on my heels. "Aj." He turned his head and focused intently on my word. His eyes popped colors of green and he stood up.

"Oh. You called me that, too," He laughed and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I'm glad you know who I am. I didn't know it'd come to you that quickly." He murmered now and his smile faded. "I just hope this is all you remember." He frowned slightly.

I kissed his cheek and smiled at him. "You're all I need to remember." I snuggled my face into his shirt and breathed in his smell. He smelled so good. It was like a sugary mix of cookies and light body musk. He smelled like an angel, really.

"Mmm. You smell really good." I snuggled in closer and he laughed again. I looked up at him, and he smiled at me. He lifted me up into his arms and swung me around, walking me to different places in his house.

We reached at least five hallways by now, all filled with magic, even though you couldn't see it. He told me I was the one who made all this, not him. He said that I am the creator of him, Jeeves, his home. Anything that had to do with him, I thought of very carefully and it all consumed me. He was my world. Now that I made mine his own, there was nothing I could lose.

Woah.

Love the detail you put in <3

Great story.

well thank you darlin (:

:]

No problemo, xD

Tis there going to be another update?

I agree with Nin. The detail is amazing.

Another update soon, darlink. ;]

Ben, my friend, I agree with the wonderful ladies.

The descritiption and the story were magnificently done.

And...

Dare I say it?

^^ Yes.. I dare..

FLAWLESS VICTORY! ^__^

I also wish to applaud the fact that you posted three chapters without a review between them!

Good for you, Ben! :victory: :excited: :cheer: Not too many fic writers here on IJ or on other forums have done that lately. I am proud of you, my friend. ^^

Please continue when you may.

No flaws? Really?
Pwhoar i feel smart (;

sweetie my name isn't ben hahaha
it's sadie.
benny is a nickname (:

but thanks anyways hun <33

Hey guys and gals,
I'm going to write more chaps, but I'm suppossed to be grounded! hehe (:
Well when I get the time I will MOST CERTAINLY update, mmkay?

Bwee<3

Certainly, Sadie.

But don't you get caught. Ya hear?

:hehe: We deffinately don't want a fellow fic writer in even more trouble now do we?

ahhh that'd be terrible ):

PS
did you guys read the battle scene chapter?
i haven't gotten to finishing it yet.
so it't not really a battle scene (:
but pleaseee go read it anyways <33