A/N: This fanfic was inspired by Srgeman's A Little Night Music. I highly recommend you to read it, even thou it would seem like the longest fanfic in existence, it is totally worth it. Please R&R ^^

Reflections in the Water

Chapter 1: Haley's death

"I'm so sorry…" I whispered weakly, a tear falling from my right eye. "I'm so sorry…" And with that, I died.

You should be asking yourselves: how can she be telling us this if she's dead? Simple: I'm not. But I may be getting ahead of myself. I think you'll need to hear the story first.

"Hey, Jake?" I had said in a soft whisper. "How long are you going to be away?"

He looked at me with those adorable green eyes that I loved, as only a girl can love her brother. He told me, in a whisper too,

"Don't worry Lilly, I'll come back as soon as I get enough money and some strong pokemon. Then we're going to free you."

"But how long is that going to be? I-" I paused unsurely. "I'll miss you so much."

"Shh." He put his hand on my mouth, quieting me. He quickly went over to his bed, and I hid myself under the covers of mine. Two figures entered our bedroom. Without even looking, I knew who they were: Mr. Monroig, the owner, and Mrs. Valentine, the caretaker of the orphanage.

Yes, you heard well, I used to live in an orphanage. Jacob and I (Jake, by the way, wasn't really my brother, but he might as well be), along with six other kids, were orphans. Our little "home" was located on the east of New Bark town, near Professor Elm's laboratory. Of course, there was a reason for that.

You see, nobody wants to adopt orphans nowadays. It would be very expensive to have all the un-wanted orphans still on the orphanage, so when they were 10, they were each given a trainer's license and were sent away. Clever, wasn't it?

It was my dream to adopt as many orphans as I could when I was older. I knew how bad it was to live in an orphanage, especially one like this. I always dreamed of seeing the kids' happy faces when they saw their new home! I'd love them all so much, and we'd be a big happy family!!

However, I am getting off topic. Jacob had just turned thirteen the day before. However, since it was a Saturday, the professor's lab was closed, and they had to wait until Monday to send him off. I was happy I had two days with him left, but still, I knew I would miss him. We were discussing what we would do when Mr. Monroig and Mrs. Valentine showed up.

"I heard some noises." Mr. Monroig said. He was a tall man who was in his 50's, had a long discolored beard and short white hair. He scared me, because his tone of voice was harsh, and he wasn't a very compassionate man. I now wonder why he even owned an orphanage. Then again, maybe it's because he likes to see children suffering.

"Wake up chile!" The old witch, ms. Valentine said while shaking me hard. She wasn't the gentlest caretaker either. Seeing as I didn't stand up, she hit me, grabbed me by the arm and slapped me. Being small and weak, I couldn't handle the pain and started screaming. Jake quickly came in my defense. He jumped on Mrs. Valentine and bit her arm. I broke down crying.

"Leave her alone! She's only five years old for God's sake!"

"You stupid boy! When will you ever learn to respect?!" Mr. Monroig shouted as he hit my beloved Jake. I screamed harder, begging Mr. Monroig to stop. He didn't.

That night was the last time Jacob would ever see me as me. No, that night wasn't when I died. That night they sent him away, telling him to never come back. Of course he did come back, six months later, the day of my death.

It's odd how the day you die is the one you remember the clearest. I remember all about it: when and how I woke up, how exactly I brushed my teeth, what I had for breakfast and how it tasted: every little detail of that day is there, on my memory. But I needn't tell you all the things I did that day, all you need to know is what happened since two thirty seven, pm.

I was playing hide and seek with Lucy and Mark, two other orphans, when the wolves(the other three orphans, we called them that because they were always in a "pack") came over to me. I was surprised, seeing as they only talked to Nikki, but since she got adopted last month they wanted another girl to play with them. And, to my luck(at the time I thought I was lucky, now I know it was to my own tragedy), they picked me.

You see, those three boys, Sam, Paul and Jared loved watching movies. They watched it on Mrs. Valentine's tv most of the time, and since she only watched soap operas, that's what they watched too. They used to play with Nikki about the things they saw, and since Nikki wasn't there, they needed a girl.

However, today they didn't see a soap Opera. They watched Mr. Monroig's TV, since Ms. Valentine's was broken. And what was the sick perverted old man watching? Nothing less than a triple X movie. Yeah, the boys watched that too. And yes, they were going to recreate the movie. With me as their victim.

I quickly agreed to play with them, since I had a bit of a crush on Jared. I didn't know how much it would hurt me later.

"See, we're gonna play a little game about this movie we saw." Sam started explaining. He was the leader of their little group, since he was the oldest. Well, being eight years old doesn't make much of a difference, but still.

"Can my name be Terri?" I asked innocently. I smiled a cute little smile as he nodded.

"Yeah, whatever. Listen, we need you to pretend that you're hurting. We need you to be as convincing as possible. Just get in the role of the victim. Can you do that for me?" I quickly nodded, just wanting to start playing as soon as possible. Oh, what a fool was I!

I'm not going to explain how my death happened. It still gives me a chill on the back every time I remember it. I'm just going to say that, once we started playing, the hurt didn't stop. I screamed, shouted, cried, and begged for mercy.

You should be wondering, why didn't they stop? Why did they keep going when the poor little girl was clearly in pain? Well, remember Sam's words?

"…we need you to pretend that you're hurting. We need you to be as convincing as possible. Just get in the role of the victim." They just thought I was playing along. They didn't know I really was the victim.

I didn't think it could get worse, but it did. The boys stopped for a second. In that split second, I noticed several things. It was not that the world became slower, it was just that I felt many things at once.

First, my whole body was sore. It was also limp, for I couldn't move when I tried standing up.

Second, Paul gave something to Sam. I didn't notice what it was, for my mind was too crazy at that moment to understand anything. However, I now know that it was a gun.

Third, Jared stood aside and said something, I didn't understand what.

And finally, I heard a loud noise, something I had never felt before. I felt more pain, way more than I have ever felt in my lives, and felt something warm coming down on my right arm. Then, blackness.

Now, please don't blame them for that. Yes, they raped me, and yes, they killed me, but they didn't know any better. They just thought it was a game, and they thought I was playing. Paul didn't know he had been given a real gun, and Sam didn't know it was charged. Jared didn't know what he was getting into. They were just innocent little boys who just wanted to play. They had no sense of right and wrong.

I must have been out cold for a while, for when I woke up, everything around me was different. I was laying on something somewhat soft, but I was still very weak. My arm still hurt like crazy, and on it was a little tube. Some liquid substance was coming down from it. My vision was blurry, but I noticed three human figures around me. One of them, the smallest, was sobbing uncontrollably near me. I pushed myself up with my arms a little, and then fell again.

"Marie!" The little figure, whose voice I recognized as Lucy's, called. "Mrs. Valentine! Mrs. Valentine! Come quick! Marie is awake."

As I heard her, I smiled a little, and tried to stand up. However, at that exact same moment the ambulance jumped, and I fell. My body ended up on top of my right arm, which had stopped bleeding; the fall hurt it again and it started bleeding more than when they shot me. I screamed at the rush of pain that went through my body. I felt much weaker as my arm spilled more and more blood. Mrs. Valentine and the paramedic picked me up and put me on the bed. Lucy cried more and more, and I just couldn't hang on much longer.

"Haley…" She had never used my first name before. In fact, no one ever did before her. "Haley please…please don't leave me…"

I felt something wet on my hand, and the exact same thing came out of my eyes.

"I'm so sorry…" I whispered weakly, a tear falling from my right eye. "I'm so sorry…"

It was weird. At one moment, I couldn't handle the pain, and at the next millisecond, I felt nothing.

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