Nightmares, they painted her dreamscape with images of blood and gore of memories long forgotten; she lays weak and forgotten by her dead family and the world left alone to suffer from the delusions she's told herself to keep the truth safely locked away.

A petite body jolts awake in her bed, breathing hard and covered in a cold sweat. Such dreams, they were haunting her again, she stumbles out of her bed barely able to reach her bathroom as the contents of her stomach empty. Always, every night the same nightmares haunt her and have since that day, that dark day that landed her in her own personal hell haunted by demons and delusions and voices, God the voices! Her hair falls loose from its braid and she hates it, she hates its length like she hates her everything. She hates the tiny room she's confined to, she hates her doctors, she hates the nurses with their sympathetic eyes and their words full of pity, she hates it all. But what she hates most is the view outside of her window, always reminding her, always taunting her that it was just within reach. She stumbles from the bathroom and back to her bed, knowing sleep would elude her tonight as a dark laugh echoes in her head. "Shut up!" She cries curling within herself, holding her head willing them to leave, to let her have her own mind for once. We will never leave Sakura. That was her name, wasn't it? Yes Sakura Haruno a name forgotten and a last name that was cursed; cursed to this place and to these voices and to the delusions and hysteria. A flash of her past rushes before her mind's eye and she holds her head tighter "no, I can't think about it. Please just make it all go away!" She mutters tears seeping from her eyes, what had she done to deserve this?

The doctor came in the following morning with a smile on his face, she hates him so much! He mocks her with his smiles and cheerfulness, if only she could take that syringe and shove it into his eye and watch as his smile fades to never return. "Good morning, Sakura! How did you sleep?" He asks, making her cringe.

"I didn't." She was startled at how hoarse her voice was and he just smiles and she feels the prick of a needled against her pale skin. "That should help! We'll get you better in no time!" He says taking his leave.

She stares at the small mark left by the needle; every doctor has said that since she arrived, assuring her the voices would leave and the nightmares would fade to nothing allowing her sleep. She hasn't slept since she came here, she was ten upon her admittance and now she was sixteen, an age she had once dreamt of. When she was younger she would dream of wearing the frilly dresses that where popular now and smiling and fluttering her eyes to any handsome male, but that was stolen from her with her family. She places her hand on the cold glass, cursing her family for doing this to her, for putting her here to suffer alone. She prays for an angel to come and redeem her and make her whole again. Keep dreaming sweetie there is no saving you. You're too far gone, too insane; you'll be locked away forever here with me. That voice purrs softly in her head causing her to curl her hand into a fist.

It was raining so hard that night. Their screams, my mother and father's, reached my ears waking me from my slumber. Without a thought I raced downstairs hoping that it was just a dream. "Mamma? Papa?" I whisper softly walking into the family den where they would sit in the evenings and read. They had to be there, sitting and reading like usual, I had assured myself until my foot touched something warm and wet. I looked down and I screamed…

Another day, another nightmare, another sleepless night; she wonders how long she will last this way. Maybe if she doesn't sleep she'll eventually just fade away like all the colors of her world, maybe it would be like drowning, she could only hope. Her hair fell wild and untamed down her back, as she presses her forehead against the cold glass watching the dancing colors of mid autumn when something catches her eye. It was something she had never seen before outside of blurry photos, an automobile and it astounded her in its mechanics and sleek shape, it was midnight black that reflected the suns harsh light and it was loud. She wrinkles her nose at it, hating the way it disturbed her silence making the voices scream louder and louder and then, in the mist of the chaos of her mind, she saw him. He was a beautiful man, that she was certain of, tall and lean in a dark tailored suit with long black hair that reminds her of ravens but the most outstanding thing of all was as soon as he stepped out of that fancy machine his eyes look up to meet hers, and the voices stop…

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She stares dumbfounded at the boy, who was he? How did he make the voices stop? The questions bounce around her head as he looks away, and then they return, slowly and softly at first but they got louder. They were angry. Who is that boy?! One hissed and she glares slightly wishing them away to give her a chance to think. His eyes, they remind her of something, something on the edge of her memory floating gentle just out of her reach. Suddenly she doubles over as an immense pain shoots through her head, she must have screamed because nurses came rushing in giving her a quick shot to hell. The pain numbs and fades and the voices grow soft and she falls into a very unwilling sleep, his eyes haunting her.

It was so cold. I stumbled out of the house, their bodies were still inside, they were dead. My parents, my closest family I have. The tears start flowing down my cheeks, they'll never laugh with me again, never hold me again, they are gone…

I fall, my body couldn't support itself anymore, what was I going to do? Run. A voice whispers softly in my head, the pain can't touch you if you run. And so I did, I ran and ran and ran until I collapsed of exhaustion. Still the pain was there it wouldn't leave no matter how much I begged it to. Suddenly there is a hand in front of me, it was so pale at first I thought it was a ghost, but then I saw him. He looked like a fallen angel; he was dressed in all black and he looked so cold but his eyes, they were so warm. He gave me a soft smile, he didn't look like he was much older then I was but yet his eyes held maturity in them and his presence was comforting. I took his hand and he helped me up and with him we walked all the way to a police station, and then, my dark knight vanished.

She had to know who he was. The burning curiosity would not leave but no matter much she begged and pleaded with the nurses they gave away nothing. Even her doctor was tight lipped. Who was he that deemed so important to keep these people mouths shut? She knew from experience that they were gossip mongers; she was the topic of many dirty things, so how was he kept safe? The voices were mumbling softly for once, at the very edge of her conscience and she knew something was wrong. They were never this quiet. Night comes again and she finds it to be a perfect opportunity to find out who he is. She sneaks quietly out of her room, earlier she had made sure to steal a key from a nurse, and moved softly down the quiet hallway. It had been so long since she had left her room an old feeling of adrenaline rushes through her system causing a giddy smile to form on her lips. Look she's smiling again. One of the voices cackle, I hope whoever this boy is he breaks her again. Another said causing her to wince as she tiptoes her way down the hall. She knew were new arrivals were held until their rooms were ready, she having to spend a lot of time in her arrival room due to an overcrowding, and as she locates the familiar area she notices a light shining through the crack of her old door and smiles in victory. She lightly taps on it and is surprised as it swings open easily and without a sound, and there he was. Sitting on the window ledge he looks at ease even though his silence has been disturbed, his dark hellish eyes flick over to her. "Hello Sakura, it's about time you found me."

She faints before he can even stand up.

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Wake up! You foolish thing! I am startled awake by this harsh voice. "Who is there?" I ask softly realizing that I was still at the police station. You can't see me; I'm in your head. I was shocked, "in my head?" Yes stupid girl! Now hurry and get up while the police are still busy investigating the murders. Murders? Then it came back to me, my parents they were dead. Cold and lifeless on the floor, tears prick my eyes, they were gone. Yes we know that now stop your crying and get up! "NO! WHY DON'T YOU GET OUT OF MY HEAD?!" I screamed gripping my head tightly; and that's how the police found me….

I had woken up on their steps hysterical my memories coming and going and my mind processing too fast. They had called doctors who gave me something to calm down it had pulled me into such a state of limbo that I could only watch as my closest relatives came by to deny me, what did I do that they couldn't love me? The doctor suggested I should put in this asylum do my trauma and the voices I would occasionally mumble about; and so the next day I was standing in front of this place. I haven't left since.

My eyes flutter open and to my relief I see that it is still dark only to realize that the bed I was on was not my own. I flew up into sitting position looking around frantically when my eyes land on him again; he was staring out the window as calmly as before, so it wasn't a dream. "Who are you?" She asks glaring softly at him.

He looks over to me and smirks slightly. "Who am I? Well who are you, Sakura?"

My eyes widen, what does he mean? Who am I? I am me, what is with his strange questions? "That doesn't answer my question!" I say, my voice rising slightly.

He smirks again, more softly this time as he gets up and walks over and cups my cheek gently; my eyes widen as everything stops. The mumblings and the confusion all the chaos disappears and I could think clearly, glimpses of barely there memories flash through my mind, ones I could barely comprehend. Who was this man!? How does he do this?! A soft sigh brings my gaze up to meet his and I feel at peace. "For now just call me Ita until you remember everything, ok?"

Ita? What a strange name but I nod anyway. "Ita, who are you?" I ask, almost pleading for some sort of answer.

He smiles in a sad way. "I'm the key to your freedom, Sakura. All you need to do is remember how to reach it." He pulls away from me causing the chaos to clash around me again and I almost faint again.

He sends me off to my room shortly after that and I brace myself against the door as I close and lock it. What did he mean? How was he the key to my anything? And why was he just now appearing in her life? Or had he always been there? Faint images of a fuzzy figure come to her mind. Why couldn't she remember? Now that she thought about it, since her parents' death and her admission into this place she hasn't really been able to remember much of her past before this place. Only breath glimpses of happier times, of playing in the snow and reading together but there were dark places, places that she couldn't touch for some reason. What was going on?! And why was that mysterious person here? Did he come to save her? Or condemn her more into her own insanity?

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Well that's the end of chapter one of my new story. And I know it's been forever since I've posted something but upon review of my old stories I feel it's time for something new! Something that shows my evolution and how much I've changed, so please read and review and critic I'm always willing to hear new opinions! Thanks!