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~CHAPTER 1~

I laid awake in bed listening to the chimes of our 19th century grandfather clock as it struck midnight.Turning my head to my window I watch a blanket of white snow fall gently to the hard unforgiving earth.

Pondering my day. Study, Dance, study, sleep. What I can only see is my never ending, perpetually boring routine I've lived for practically all the 16 years I've inhabited this earth.

Being the adopted daughter (and only child) of a middle class family I follow all the rules and act like the perfect doll of a daughter they could want. Working towards a scholarship in math and science, as is expected of me

But everyone has their own secrets. What might look like a perfectly poised girl on the out side is actually a very shattered gir insidel. I can remember nothing from before my 6th birthday. That was when the police found me wrapped in a blanket on the edge of the woods.

Ever since then I feel like a lie. My adopted parents have named me Anna Rose St. Sheperd since I forget mine. Great, I know. I told the police doctors nurses everyone that I can't remember and yet they didn't or rather still don't believe me.

I stand up unable to bear lying down and longer, grab a coat, and ver quietly slip out my window. The house I live in is set back twards the woods, so I head twards them, through a veil of white.

Once I make it into the forests' embrace I slow down and relax a little. I've walked through here hundreds of times. I hum A lulaby as I push in deeper. Weaving between the trees and under the sorrowfully naked branches untill I reach the small cave I've clamed as my own.

I light two candels and snuggle into the many blankets I've stored inside. I drift in and out of sleep for a little bit of time till one of my candels goes out. Confussed and slightly groggy I sit up and stare into the perfect sleeted night.

I am about to leave when I hear several pairs of distinctly human foot steps. blowwing out my second candel I push back to the deepest darkest corners of the cave. I see what looks like 5 pairs of jean-clad booted legs appear at the front of my cave.

they stop and shuffle around. "Well the trail ends here. Where is she Victor?" I hear a male voice say. That is followed by a thump, grunt, and "you ideot, she's in the cave."

Looking for an escape or wepon, knowing I won't find one. I feel panic seeping into me. 'why me, why me!' I think. Just then one of the guys from out side moves into my cave. His eyes bright green like pollished emeralds.

Hipnotized by his eyes. I feel my panic rise but find that my body is unable to move. I want to scream, cry, or simply fight him but instead my legs move to a standing position and I walk twards him. "no" I manage to whimper.

Just them I feel myself falling, both litterally and into the blackness of unconsiousness.