Stepping into the unknown.

Memories.

Ticking filled my ears. It was quiet but all that I was able to hear. Nothing seemed odd, I had been in so much pain when I had entered the room that I had almost definitely missed it. Slowly though the ticking seemed to move. It drew closer and then like an alarm it rang in my ear. Someone was clearly trying to wake me up but I couldn't open my eyes and my body was stock still. I was still laid down but when the ringing stopped I panicked more. There wasn't even a ticking sound. Instead a faint sound was then heard and it also grew louder. It was right by the same right ear. It was laughter and it was a giddy sort of sound and it made me think about when a person does something that they shouldn't but it results in them getting what they want. Like they wanted to rub something into someone's face for all that they had done.

Nothing was heard then and I braved the idea of just a wink. My eye shot open until I saw that there was nothing in the room. Nothing aside from the bed and a window. No door and the window was barred up. I wouldn't be able to escape. One thing I couldn't even comprehend was how I got in. Just as I thought that though I felt cold rush to my right. I shifted and let my eyes move there. It wasn't particularly bright in the room but the corner to my right was pitch black. Nothing could be seen. Then the natural light from the outside, it looked too dim for the sun so had to be the moon, it reflected off of something. It looked close to a finger only, it was so wrinkled and thin it looked like an aged claw. It was black as well with a black nail.

The figure drew closer but I closed my eyes. The last thing I saw was the black eyes that seemed to see all the way through me as I looked at it for that split second. Then a shattering pain ran through me and I jolted myself. My body hurting and so did my mind as it happened.

The whole ordeal came to a close as I felt a strong chest beneath my head. It didn't hurt at all but I was aware of a liquid on my mouth as well as my cheeks. I had been crying and whoever was there knew it as they held me close. Comforting me.

"It's okay. Come on, it's okay." The voice was deep and as I opened my eyes I could see a room that let me feel relaxed. I lost the rigid structure of my numb body that he was holding. Something about the whole ordeal was making me shake a little but one strong thumb rubbed over my shoulder and upper arm. Just like how mum used to when I went to her crying.

"I'm fine." I pulled back but as I did so his eyes went wide and I could only catch a glimpse as he moved my head up and looked at my neck. Clearly he was as distracted by the mark on my neck as I had been when I found it.

"I woke up with it. Hurts like a bitch. Not to touch it just hurts. Aches almost, to be honest when I said that it feels like my body had been tasered it feels as if it started there. When you told me about us I just assumed you had done it." He wasn't listening but instead he whispered something. It had an A in it but as I went to ask him a gush of wind passed me and a man was there. The one from the office.

"She was attacked." Dazzling eyes met me and then he looked at my neck, black eyes beginning to take over his once stunning ones. As that happened I was shocked.

"I saw you, in my dream. Black eyes, black finger, it was as long and sharp as your ones right now." He seemed to have changed as he looked at the mark on me and I recoiled. It may have been something that had happened before I forgot what appeared to be my whole life for the past few years.

"You didn't see me. You saw someone that is like me. I don't attack but in the past few days it was harder for me. If I was a loose cannon I might have gone for it." He was speaking in riddles about going for me as he spoke.

"I will get mother on this. She understands more and has more books about treating people who have had their state of mind altered like Enyo." I looked at the room around me and shuddered as I did so and as I turned back around Ambrose was looking at me with mischief in his eyes.