Three months later

Rubbing my index finger on the lip of my grey cup of coffee, I heard the voice echoing of my friend and the therapist she hired three weeks after she found me. He comes over every week for about four hours. Whispering in the other room, I felt like a child. Watching the reflection of myself in the cup I waited.

"Miss. Moore," the therapist said once he entered the room. "You remember me?" he asked. I always tell him the same thing. He thinks I would forget but how could I.

"Yes," I say not looking away from my cup.

"I see. Er... well, lest begin then," he coughed, letting his bag rest on his lap. He went into his bag to get some paper. Then shuffled around for a pen, I took the pen out behind my ear and placed it in front of him. "Thank you," he smiled.

"You always forget the pen," I sighed. I tend to keep one on me when he comes. Between the two of us, he is the most forgetful one. He would forget the littlest things.

"Yes, well...," he played with the pen, straighten out his back, and coughed again. "Miss. Moore," he said clearing his throat. "Do you remember anything on May 14th of 2010 at 6:00pm?"

"I remembered that I forgot cat food and had gone to the store, on the way to the car I was taken in a snack truck. I wasn't the only one, there were other girls. And two men in the front," I rubbed my now aching forehead. "It's still fuzzy, I'm sorry."

"No, no, that's alright. You're doing well. Do you remember getting a call in the truck?"

"No," bring the cup to my lips, I took a sip. "Will I ever remember?" I asked. Finally looking up to see his brown eye look into mine.

"That will depend on you. If you see something, it may trigger it. Or maybe a person? Have you tried leaving the apartment to go back were you were kidnapped?" I nodded my head. "Nothing?" he wrote something down as I quickly looked back to my cup.

"Nothing," I repeated. I began rubbing, with the tip of my index finger on the lip of my cup, again.

A few hours later he couldn't get a single thing new out of me. It was like someone burned a hole in my memories of the last three years. I have tried to remember but the pain in my head was too much. I had once passed out when thinking too hard and when I woke up my nose was bleeding. Never had my nose bleed before, ever.

He gave up and headed to the door as Morgan escorted him out. They started whispering to each other. I knew it was about me but I knew, and Morgan knew that I may never remember. And whatever happened to me, I was afraid to touch men, to go outside, and I started to watch a lot of supernatural anything. Mostly about vampires and werewolves.

"When are you going to stop acting like your world is falling apart," leaning on the kitchen door frame, Morgan crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm sorry, I just feel like I'm falling apart," I got up off my chair, leaving my hands on the table, I became dizzy. "I want to remember but I can't. I'm missing something."

"You're missing a lot of things," she said now making her way to me. "I miss the old you, now you're just depressing."

"I'm glad you think so," walking around her I headed to the living room. Grabbing my computer of the coffee table and sat on the brown leather couch.

"Come on Dawn, let's go out. Get some fresh air, party or something. Pet Piccolo," I glazed at the fat tabby as he watched me with his angry eyes. Did he always look so ticked off? My headache started to bother me, covering my eyes with my hand I let the darkness shadow.

Your mine, human, the darkness spoke."Mine," I whispered. I was someone's. But who? Who was I remembering?

"Look, I know your upset with everything but, maybe this is good for you, you know," no I didn't.

"Fine, but I want to go to the book store first," I tried to put a smile on for her. If she wanted to party she can but I think I'll stay in the car.

"Alright," she was cheerful that I had given her the answer she wanted to hear. And to tell the truth, I was a little happy that she was happy. When she found me three months ago I saw a side of her I never thought existed. She cried, her cry, Morgan was one of those people who never showed that side of themselves.

She took me to the police station, telling them I was found. Of course I was questioned and I didn't have an answer for them. Then Morgan thought a therapist would be able to help. So after I went to the hospital to get checked out she called him.

"Yes, Pat is at the door," she said pulling in to the parking lot of her favorite nightclub, Immortality. I always thought it was a strange name but the people liked it, like Morgan. "Are you coming?" she said turning the car off.

"Yea, I think I'm going to stay in the car for a little bit. I have a headache. I'll be inside, I promise," I lied, giving her a gently smile. But she frowned. Putting both hands on her wheel she looked ahead.

"I believe I smell bullshit, Dawn," turning her head towards me. "Look I'll tell Pat to let you in when you want to join me, okay?" she said getting out of the car. "I'll have Pat keep an eye out for you," she called as she shut the door.

"Okay," I whispered watching her leave. She wore a tight leather dress that had fitted like a glove, along with her three inch high heels. She swung her hips, making her way to Pat, giggling she whispered in his ear as he let her in. He glazed up to found me in the car, I waved at him with a smile. His responded by nodding his head.

Well that was nice, trying not seem upset adjusted my set, letting my body fall back. I was tired, and the music was so loud I could feel the car vibrate. I counted the minutes as I waited for Morgan to return. How long do people stay in a night club? Two hours, perhaps three.

Sometime during my wait I know I would have to get out of this car to go to the bathroom. Sooner or later I'm going to have to stretch my legs. At least it was nice of Morgan to park under a lamppost. It gave me some light to see around the car. We had gone to the bookstore before we came here and I was not really interested in reading a Lynsay Sands or a Kerrelyn Sparks novel right know.

But I wonder, are vampires real, or even werewolves and dragons. Are vampires really vampires? Or are they just people who were experimented on, and have these genes that make them kind of like vampires/immortal. But would that make them vampires still? Whatever, I'm just making myself crazy, vampires? yea right.

I relaxed in my set as the sound of the music at the night club rang in my ears. Closing my eyes, I drifting to sleep. I know if I slept now, I'll see her again. The girl with the cat like eyes. She likes to talk to me how she wants to find her sister, and how she sleeps within the ways of a church. She said that one day she would set up cameras all over her city even in the police station, so she could solve all the supernatural cases that the police can't solve. I told her it was dangerous, but she was stubborn and I liked that about her, she had spirit.

Or perhaps I would see my mother again. An evil shadow that comes for me like Freddy. Leaving marks on me when I wake. The last one was on my stomach. Taking my hand under my shirt, I could still feel the fresh burn mark that was left. Each night she got closer and I fear that I may not wake up. Of course I don't tell my therapist about this because I know he would put me in the looney bin. Thinking I'm doing self-harm, and what not.

But I'm not crazy, just... confused. I don't remember ever having dreams like these. About my mother or the little girl who sleeps in the walls of a church. Did I have these dreams before? Why do I feel like I'm missing something. Through the loud music I could hear sirens mixed with screams. Quickly getting up, people were rushing out of the club. Looking at the time, Morgan had been there for two and a half hours at most. Getting out of the car, the cops were parked all over the place, aiming third guns at the building. The music died down as everyone toppled over each other trying to get out of the way. Some of them were covered in blood... blood.

My legs weakened as I held on to the car for support, blood, I remembered blood. The sound of chains hitting chains, loud screams and... and... warm blood circling around my feet. The vision faded from me as Morgan popped in my head. I watched everyone pushing, grabbing, and pulling each other. Trying to find her, my head dropped. She was in there.

A very large bang came from the back of the building, windows broke as fire and smoke escaped the building. The building was ready to collapse if not now but soon. Racing to one of the officers who was an oddball, dressed in a brown long coat and a tight black t-shirt with dark jeans, he ordered the other police officer around telling them to move in and be careful and telling another to call the fire department. "Sir, sir pleases," I wobbled towards him, scared that it may be too late for Morgan.

He turned around, showing me dark blue eyes. He looked confused at first and then angry. "What are you doing here, leave before something happens," he yelled lifting his hand to point his finger behind me.

"My friend, she never came out. You have to help her," I begged witch I really never do. "Please she's all I have," looking at this man my eyes began to water. Everything in front of me was fuzzy do to the tears fight to come out. I for just a moment I say pain in his man's eyes. This man that looks like he never feels pain, maybe it was pity that I saw.

"Young," he yelled turning away from her.

"There is a girl reported missing and maybe still inside, I'm going in," he took out off his coat. "I'm going in. If I'm not back in ten minutes, make sure this woman is removed from the area." Under the circumstances, I would be drooling over this man, I could see every muscle on this man's upper torso.

"Yes sir," the kid said taking the coat. We watched him run in the burning building alone. Was that a good idea?

Behind us I could hear the fire trucks making their way down the street and into the parking lot. As I watched, I started pacing, waiting for the officers to come out with Morgan in hand. I wouldn't forgive myself if she didn't come back out. I should have gone in. "Ma'am, if you will follow me, further into the parking lot where it is,"

"No," I had interrupted. "I'm not leaving until I see her," I began to yell over all the sirens that were on.

"Ma'am it will be safer for you," he said trying to put his arms around me.

"Don't fucken touch me," I yelled. "I'm not leaving until I see she's alright." The young officer looked frustrated by me which he should, I was yelling, upset, probably in people's way and I was not listening to a word he said. We continued to argue for some time until, in the corner of my eye, I saw the handsome officer return holding someone that looked like Morgan.

Pushing my way through crowd I came to him with a smile. Only to find that, this person was not Morgan. "This is not her," I tried to remember who came out and did she really come out. But if she did would have she would've returned to the car. One of the medics on the scene attended to the girl.

"I'm sorry, Dawn, but this was the only person I could find," what did he say? "Come we have to move you away from here," I felt like I was stunned with what he said. He knew my name. How, I never gave it to him. Who is this man?

"Do I know you," I asked.

"Don't play dumb with me, why did you leave? How did you leave I should say," he whispered. I left? This man, did he kidnap me? Or sold? Or... god Morgan were are you? Fear washed over me. The memories that had escaped me, the memories of the last three years, what had happened? The man took my arm and put me in the back of his black car that sat behind all the police cars. Leaving me in the back seat, I was still stunned. When he walked back to the kid officer I was arguing with just moments ago, they spoke for some time before engaging a nod to each other.

Glazing over to the car door, I slowly made my way to open the door. But it wouldn't open, child lock was my guess. Quickly, I watched him put his coat back on before enter as I screamed. He pretend that I wasn't screaming and continued into the car and started it up. "Who are you," I yelled.

"Later," he said exiting the parking lot.

"This, is kidnapping," I said trying to open the other door. Out of frustration I slapped the window.

"How can I kidnap what is already mine," he said calmly.

"I'm not yours, you sick son of a bi...," he swerved the car making me lose my balance and hit the window.

"I won't stand that kind of language. Now put your seat belt on, it's a long ride," he said looking back at me through the review mirror.

"Were are you taking me?" I asked. I was pissed off, upset and my friend was still not found. This can't be happening to me. We took a couple turns and passed a Laundromat. Nothing was very familiar to me only because I never really hanged around this area. Maybe once or twice but never really remember a whole lot.

"My apartment," I quickly looked at the rear view mirror to see him looking at me. Our eyes locked for a moment before breaking the contact. I realised within those few seconds that I was holding my breath. Who was his man, and why do I feel so strange. Can this day get any worse?