A door was opened to reveal a room, a room too dark and so fusty. Smells of dead rats -mostly because it was so strong, the smell-, dum and old, it was. No one was able to stay here for a single second, not even the one which of this is felicitous to.

Languidly moving inside the room, wondering how and why she got here out of all place, she look around her, around the familiar looking room, a place where invidious things were painted on each wall with an invisible ink she could only see, where the corner were stenched with drops of blood and drops of tears.

The room and her inter-relate a close relationship where things were kept secrete among them.

Her heart lash and attack the chest she holds with her right hand, she was weak to the point her knees were limp of standing when she saw a little girl seated at the corner, her knees crossed, with her head down.

From the look of it, it seems that's she's crying, a sob escaping the lips of hers, a part of hers shake slightly. The little girl had the same black raven hair that shield her face from any eye, but a person could see her puffy eyes, assisted by her red face.

As the girl's face turned up, up enough to see her white eyeballs dyed red with the amount of tears that flooded off them, and her face the lacked rest, sun and smile. She was throttled by the fear and sadness, a spark of grievous emotion sprawled across her entire face. An incongruous feeling rushed through Kylie's body, sending her to tears and fear. She seemed to know what would happen next to the thin, and poor girl that sat behind the locks over the other corner, receiving the same sympathy she always did from the walls that surrounded her.

Ineffable amount of begging escaped her mouth when a door from the way Kylie stood. Kylie realized this was another door she didn't notice, being so much attentive to the girl that is now cowarding to the wall further if possible, sticking herself, that she didn't see the door right behind her.

A women ingresses herself, a high scent feeling her aroma, of a cigarette, cheap beer and some old wet crappy smell. The situation even got inevitable, and stark wondered around the room. The little girl looked like she's laden with unpleasant feelings as the women with the same green eyes and blonde hair approached her a little sinisterly. Tears flow from both girls, of the old and the young. Kylie and the little girl had their eyes filled with white salty tears, the though, other had a laugh escaping from the red stained lip of her, curling into amusingly smile with that of a bitter and cruel green eyes, the same of Kylie's.

"Oh my darling, when have I left you here?" Her voice looked so sincere, so sorry, you wouldn't believe that she was the one who laughed a while ago.

The kid's tears flood more and more, filling the valley between her nose and her red face. Perhaps she liked the women that looked exactly like her with her cruel face more than that of what she is showing now, a quite, calm and sorry look. She would remember her of the before her, the past her that was no similar to what she is now, and the kid had already believed what kind of evil the women standing above her was.

But, still, the kid nodded her head. Kylie shook her head, resistant and distaste filling her entirely, cries of hers were loud. Her heart beating was hard that somehow she needed to learn how to really breath again, doing what she does perpetually, she looks the scene that continues to play before her.

"Please forgive me.." The women say, in the same so sincere sounding voice of hers, "come on I'll feed you, it looks like you hadn't eat any food this past year.." Kylie was sure that she was laughing from the internal of that sinager lauding face of hers, "oh my darling, what have I done?"

Kylie knew the girl gave her the little hand knowing clearly what would happen once they were out of here, maybe, Kylie thought, maybe she had a little hope of things changing, or even maybe she thought the women would be her old loving self, or maybe....she didn't know how to give an excuse for her anymore.

"Don't go with her" Kylie screams at the girl, she looked nearly six age, "you know what she will do, why are you going with her"

The little girl though wasn't listening to any word Kylie say, she looks at the person who holds her little hand leading her to a brighter but rather much darker place.

Did she want to servile her, Kylie thought.

"Amber don't go" Kylie rush to the little girls,Amber's, side, holding her other hand, or she intended to.

As her hand made contact with the little girl, Amber's hand vanished appearing again, as Kylie's hand didn't touch it, it rather pass through it, in it. Kylie shook her head when Amber turn to her, a lonely tear scrambling down her beautiful face,fresh scars across her eyebrow, and another fading scar below her chin.

"Amber stop, please stop, don't go with her. She is no good for you.." As she said those words, a buyer laughter erupted echoing in the cold walls of the room, expanding and duplicating around Kylie's ear.

Kylie shuddered, a fear screeching through her system when those vile green eyes connect with her green ones. It was after an intent stare, the women smiled, a wonder passing through the thick line that formed around them.

"I'll come for you too" another laugh was heared, before everything vanished to a screaming sound of Kylie's.

Beads of sweat that collected themselves rushing down her face, accompanied by the tears. A surprised and totally shocked face of Ashton came worriedly in front of her, hugging her trembling form.

Shaking hands she had, trying to hold anything but lacking the strength to do so, she look everywhere, anywhere to see those eyes, those eyes of hers and the women's. Kylie shook her head continuously, her heart pounding and lashing scared, loving the fact that it was suffocating inside abd almost using it as an excuse to escape the body of Kylie's. Not that she would mind.

"S-she's she's she's..." Kylie didn't have a word, not a single correct word that would pass freely like they always does.

"Shhh" the hugs and love Ashton gave her wasn't enough this time. This time it was of fear she woke up, it wasn't of pain and it wasn't of the horrible past of hers. "It's OK, everything is alright, it's just a dream, a nightmare"

He comb her hair using his hand that hugged her shaking form, her tears run from her eyes to the thin shirt that escort the tears away, drenching itself. None of them cared.

"Ashton, Ash she's she's co-oming" Kylie managed.

"Who is coming, Kylie"

Who was she again?! What was she to Kylie?!

"My mom" Kylie spoke, her voice evidence to the fear she has for her, "Mom is coming to get me, again"

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