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the eleventh hour

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the eleventh hour

Jasmine didn't know where she was going, she just knew that she going. Something was encouraging her, urging her to keep going. Just keep driving, her gut told her, just keep driving.

"Where are you going? Jasmine, please come back inside!" Adam had pleaded, his arm outstretched as if in an effort to pull her back in

The keys were already in the ignition before she had even grasped what she was doing and where she was going. Actually, where was she going? She was still working on answering that question, but all she knew at that moment was that something was coming, or someone. And she had in fact been waiting her whole life for this moment, but she hadn't even realised that yet.

She had always had a bit of an odd life, the girl had no memories, apart from the day that Maria and Julian saved her from some homeless guy in Croydon. She had no idea how she managed to get there, neither did her two adoptive parents, but they insisted on feeding, bathing and clothing her and then stayed with her for over 24 hours at the police station where she was questioned on her parents, her past, her age and everything she should have known about herself. She didn't have a single answer, all she knew was the same as everyone else already did; her name, Jasmine Moore.

She was treated for the amnesia she was concluded to have, although brain scans showed no trauma or disruption to her hippocampus, and put up for foster care. Maria and Julian fought for a year to adopt her and succeeded in April 1995. That was 14 years ago now, and Jasmine had now made a successful life for herself in marketing in Greenwich.

Working in marketing was the best career option for her as she was unbelievably talented with people. She understood them, understood their behaviour patterns, and everyone loved her. She needed no introduction when meeting new people; they already knew her. She had no idea how, but everyone in the world knew Jasmine Moore even if they had never met or interacted with her.

She met Adam in marketing. He was lovely to her from the get-go and she fell in love with him within months. He was the first person to ever understand her, to not just hear her but listen to her as well. The only person she had ever connected to. She recalled with guilt the look on his face as she tried to run out of the apartment.

She had woken at some godforsaken hour in a frenzy with one thought on her mind; He's returning. She didn't even pack anything, just grabbed a jumper and some tracksuits before taking the car keys.

Adam had woken up as soon as she jumped out of bed, and assumed she was having one of her fits again, but this time she had a purpose to her actions, and this terrified him. He had been through all sorts with the girl, any and every type of psychotic fit, but he had never seen her so worked up.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the waves of panic begin to overwhelm her again. What if he had died? What if she murdered the only man she had ever trusted? She racked her brain to try and remember what techniques she could remember to calm herself down; she was still going 90 down the dual carriageway.

He tried to stop her, he really did. But she was going to find him, and there was nothing that could stop her. He pulled her back, tried to plead to her, but she was unreachable. Once he started to try and physically stop her, all hell broke loose.

She became something else, someone he didn't recognise. All Jasmine could remember was a burst of light and something similar to a lightning bolt followed by Adam being pushed back by an immensely strong invisible force. She didn't look back at him before rushing out of the house.