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I'm sitting in an alleyway, gasping for breath as my chest feels like it's closing in on me. Something terrible had happened. I shouldn't be here.

Should I even exist at all?

I hear yelling and crying out, words full of anger and disgust. Until the vague shapes I can only guess are humans stop their rageful fits, and turn to look at me.

"Oh no . . ." one mumbles, lifting me up from the rough ground. Their arms were strong and for a brief moment I felt safe.

Until, like always, they smiled, and their mouth split open into one terrifying eye, and down I went, sucked into the vortex of the universe. The cold devoured me, and I screamed as lightning pulled me apart, devouring every inch of my body, its wrath at my disturbance of the void ripping at me from the inside out, until I was nothing...drifting...everything at once and then nothing at all.

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I wake up, gasping for breath. Another one of those nightmares. Another terrible dream.

I slump into my bed, disgusted at the sweat dampening my forehead. Why were they coming now? I didn't understand...was this a part of my past?

My hotel room is dark and mostly unfurnished, which I am grateful for. I didn't need any paintings merging with the dark, looking down upon me as I slept beneath their soulless eyes. But even so, I was shaken. I tried to remember what I was dreaming, but it wouldn't come to me. All I could pinpoint was a terrible feeling of emptiness inside.

"Why can't I ever remember what I was dreaming?" I asked myself aloud, then wincing at my own voice piercing the darkness. Which was so irrational. My head screamed at me that it was only logical I was alone, but my heart wouldn't stop pounding.

I tucked the blankets tight around me, hot as I was, and thought of when Edward had first found me, slumped in a side alley in a foreign city. Perhaps it would bring back some memories.

I thought as hard as I could, only to be hit with a wall of darkness beyond the time I woke up.

Edward was assigned of taking care of me. After all, he found me, the strange girl with no memories, no personality or past to her but her name and basic necessity memories, such as language and movement. Of course, he was adamant.

"You'll just slow me down!" He had constantly yelled at me.

Alphonse, his kind, armor bound brother, had later explained to me that he was only afraid of hurting more people on his account.

I had heard of the poor boy's attempt to get his body back. Well, part of his, and his brother's entire body. I admired that he had such a goal in life. I wish I did. I didn't even know what to live for now.

And thus I laid there, not exactly wallowing in wonderful thoughts. At least I knew my name. Violet.

Just as sleep struck at me again, something cracked against the window just above. My eyes flew open faster than any bullet, scanning the outside with terror for any movement. But no, it was a tree limb. An awfully terrifying tree limb, mind you.

I sighed in frustration. At this rate, I wasn't going to get any sleep at all.

My room was dark and foreboding. I knew it was going to be a struggle getting out of the room without being afraid, but I had to do it. I had to.

Holding my breath, I swung my legs over the bed, and ran over to my robe as fast as I could. Once the fabric was fastened over me, I made my way out into the hallway. Before doing so, though, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Matted brown hair. Dreary purple eyes. Great, what a look.