The sound of the piano filled my ears. All around me stood unfamiliar faces, their tears filling up their wine glasses, their face cold. I wanted to drown my sorrows. The people ran circles around me, staring at me with empty eyes, singing Happy Birthday to me, with their eerie low voices. I found it kind of funny, although it was sad. My joy was filled watching these people; my laughter wouldn't stop as they became closer to the ground.

I woke up in a startle, my heart ripping at my chest, wanting to be free. I looked over to the mirror to examine my expression. But instead of a petit red haired woman in the mirror, a moon skinned girl with black eyes smiled at me. A shriek of help released from my lips at the sight of the ghastly woman.

It took quite a while before Niccolo entered into my room and gathered me in his arms, whispering that I was going to be okay. The creature continued to look at me, the smile never fading.

"T-there's a girl in the mirror!"

"Yes, that is you."

"No! No! A demon, a monster; mio Dio!"

"Rest, you are tired."

I closed my mind, and tried to banish the figure from the darkness. After a while I had fallen back to my deep slumber, but a voice lurked, speaking to me. It was my sanity slowly dripping away, bit by bit; piece by piece I would lose my state of mind and become officially insane. Niccolo would never love an insane woman. But you already are one. Poor girl, the man you love taking pity on you, just merely a crazy woman.

"Stop! Enough!" I screamed, forcing my eyes open.

The light of the sun had made its way into my room, lighting it and presenting me with a headache. I rubbed my eyes, and got out of bed. Surely, Niccolo would be waiting in the dining room to eat breakfast. I slipped on a light weight dress and made my way down stairs. The sound of shoes did not click against the tile floor. I looked down to my feet to find no shoes, and without hesitation I continued. My mind was set to believe I was on my way to my bedroom, and once I had seen Niccolo in the dining room I idiotically said:

"What are you doing in my room?"

He gave me a confused look, "We are currently occupying the dining room, Dona."

Oh the way he said my name. Like honey on my tongue, so sweet when it rested on my ear, immediately thawing my heart.

I looked around and realized he was right, and that we were in fact in the dining room.

"I was walking to my room to put on shoes, but I-" stopping in my tracks I walked mindlessly up the counter and picked up a plate of eggs. "What are eggs doing in my room?"

"Dona..." Niccolo began, a worried look plastered on his face.

"Who are you?" I asked.

My heart skipped a beat. I had forgotten who Niccolo was, and why exactly I was in the dining room. My mind was scattered, what was I doing here? Who was this man, and why wasn't I wearing shoes?

"Where are my parents? My mother, my father, where are they?"

Niccolo stood from his seat and walked up to me. He held tightly onto my shoulder squeezing them, "Dona, what is happening."

I bit my lip, still confused. Niccolo continued to stare at me, afraid. "I do not know."

"I cannot leave you in this state."

"Leave?" I asked quickly and with a high pitch voice.

"Yes, I must find Cesare with Ezio, but I cannot leave, your mind is unstable."

"No! I am fine! Do not let me get in the way of your duty!"

"Donatella, you scream in your sleep."

"Leonardo could possibly stay with me, here. He understands the human mind perfectly."

"Mi vita, if anything bad happened to you," his hand ran through my messy hair. "If you believe it suitable."

It was decided. Niccolo waited until Leonardo arrived, painting supplies and all, deeming it healthy for the mind. We watched him leave, the cold winter air consuming us. I waved goodbye, sometimes forgetting where I was and who I saying goodbye to, but Leonardo brought me back. Leonardo always brought me back to reality. As I watched him go, a feeling of uncertainty overpowered me; something was going to happen, something bad.

((Sorry about the late update! D: I've made a RP account and I've been glued to it. Plus, I've finished AC3, so many feels. I might write a story, but then again the chance is very low.))