chapter 2: Pain... deep pain. How could something so long ago still cause such a deep troubling feeling in ones heart? How could she still wake up in a panic of sorrow and longing after that dream every time? It was like... like he walked off with her heart any time she closed her eyes. Every time she dozed off she saw the same reoccurring dream, some one she barely remembered but knew she loved, walking away from her. The dream, how ever, was more then a dream. It was a memory. She knew this but it had been years since she had thought about him, why now? Granted he was her first love, but how could you call it love when she was five? That experience was eleven years ago. While little her eyes were a deep brown but after that day it seemed her tears had stained her eyes making them a deep sapphire blue. Her hair had changed from a beautiful blonde to a midnight black. She was almost like a ghost, in fact she may as well have been. The kids in her class always ran scared from her, even though she barely talked and only looked at people they said she was cursed. That pain, how ever, still couldn't compare to the one the memory turned into a dream gave her. As she sat up in her bed her hand reached to her chest to grip her heart, almost to check if it was still there. Her eyes drifted over the dark room to look at her alarm clock, one minute before the alarm was suppose to go off... just like the last three times. Her feet swung out of her bed as she clicked the alarm off. her hair fell into her face to form a shield as she dipped her head into her hands, her elbows resting on her knees. She was tired of having that dream, tired of the dream, and tired of being so... alone. There were lots of people around her , at home, at school, where she volunteered, but no one was NEAR her. No one understood her, or really noticed her. If anything she was invisible to the world. She wasn't bullied but that would probably have been better then this, to be totally ignored by the world was a pain much worse then physical. Though thinking about it, she didn't want just anyone's attention... she wanted his. She wanted him to complete his promise.. he had promised he would be back.. so she would wait, and while waiting, she would get ready for school. With that she stood from her bed and made her way to the bathroom to prepare for the day.