At lunch, Max found Anya and asked her to sit with him.

The kids around them stared at her like she was some sort of alien creature. As if being in a tiny box, Anya felt like there was no escape from this situation. They sat at the end of an empty table, and Max decided to break the silence between them.

"How've classes been?" he asked her. She took a piece of paper and scribbled in what had become of her bad day so far. When Max read it, his eyes narrowed. They gave his flicker that made it seem as if he were scared of something reoccurring. The paper read as followed:

When I entered science, these kids gave me this horrible death glare, and Ms. Orr had to stop them from whispering. I've been called names in the hallways like Suicidal Girl and Cliffhanger, and it just give me this horrible memory.

 He looked to Anya as he handed her the paper. "What in the world? What memory?" She wrote some more, but as she was doing so, the memory came back to her.

It was raining, and this heavy weight kept on bouncing on her back as she ran. The droplets sprang up from the raincoat she was wearing while a few hit the strand of hair that were refusing to stay in the hood. 

The sound of sirens blaring and horns honking made Anya hide in a dark alley. There was a cop car that splashed the water near her. When it went away and out of her sight, Anya ran into this building. The person at the counter yelled to her as she needed to get to someplace where she could end this nightmare. She ran up the stairs and up to the roof. 

There, the sound of the cars and pedestrians became faint and distant.

"Anya?" Max said, getting her out of the memory. "You okay? You seemed a bit off."

"Huh?" she said, blinking rapidly.

"You zoned out. You wanted to tell me what the memory was?"

Anya wrote down everything she saw. The cars, the people, the person that yelled when she entered the tall building. She looked at the paper before giving it to Max. As he read it, his eyes began to widen wider than the size of a walnut. 

"Anya," he said. "Do you know why you're having these memories?" When she shook her head, Max sighed with relief. "Well, you don't need to remember these. It's something that's better not recalled than ever. Okay?" The look that was in Max's eyes made Anya not want to remember, so she kept it that way.

At least.... until when she saw more of who she was.

K.C.T: WHAT?! Did it really end on that note? Yes it did. Why did I do that? Because I can! :P But, seriously, how are you guys enjoying this book? I know that some people (I'm talking about you, AtzaArya) complains about this book being too sad, but I wanted to write this, okay?! Besides, I just got the idea for this book while looking at a picture someone drew for me (*Cough* The book cover *Cough*) and after I came back from a party. Ik, weird huh? Anyways, everybody say bai! OOWAY! <3