[new version]

The moon was my only spectator as I leaned up against the ten story building, panting and out of breath.

Night was gone. I would never see him again. What was the point of living when you only love wasn't by your side? What was the point of living when everything that you had ever had, was taken away from you in a second?

Those thoughts alone gave me the courage to keep going. Maybe what I was doing was the coward's way out, but the pain in my chest, where a thriving, loving heart had once been, was now no more than than a shattered piece of pain, and loneliness- and I could not take it.

A grunt slipped out of me as I pulled myself up and onto the fire escape. An internal slap to the face was the only scolding I got, the stunt I was about to pull would make up for that. No one could stop me- my mind was made up and nothing, nothing would keep me from my goal.

The black combat boots that clothed my feet were near silent on the shaky metal framing of the stairs, leading up, up, up, all the way to the top of the building. The thin, but thick, cloth of my cloak fanned out behind me as I sprinted up the stairs, two at a time.

I could do this. I would do this. The small light of the moon illuminated my silver hair as I broke through the top of the stairs, and onto the awaiting roof of the ten story building, regular breathing just a fantasy I would kill to have right now. Pun defiantly not intended.

A door that protruded through the roof lay to my right, as well as a line of gray metal tubes, fans lining the top of them. To my left, empty air. Immediately my feet started towards the left. Left was Night's favourite, he was left handed, always chose the left side of things, no matter that his last choice of left-or-right led him to his awaiting death.

Maybe I chose left to honor Night in those last moments, but no matter the direction, the outcome would always be the same. I would always choose Night over anything, anyone. Even life itself.

A stray strand of silver hair whipped across my vision, and my hand shot out to brush it back to it's own side. But my hand stopped, stood frozen before my eyes shut on their own accord.

My fingers danced along the line that separated the half of my head that was lush and alive with thick silver hair, and the half that was shaved clean off, only small stubs of hair remaining.

A small line of ivy, imprinted into my skin with ink, was all it took to make myself burst into tears.

He was gone. I didn't know what I was doing, or who I even was anymore. Huge, ugly sobs burst out of me, scaring the vermin in the alleys into even more scattered oblivion than they already were.

A world without Night was no world that I could live on.  No world I wanted to.

My hand still on the ivy as I remembered what Night had told me the night it was permanently inked into my flesh.

"It reminds me how everyone- even you- can put aside all the bad things they have done, and have even the most beautiful of all things grow on them, on you. No one is born bad, they are created, but no matter how evil you become, Auta, always remember this tattoo, how even though you can be evil at times, you can still let this ivy grow and thrive on you."

I would always reply with, "Evil like this cursed, hell of a kingdom,"

He would just nod his head in agreement.

The salty liquid of the tears dripped into my mouth woke me from my small daydream as I looked out from my perch on top of the building. Everything was lit up with many different colours, scents, and lights. It almost looked too good to be true. And I was leaving it all behind. Night was more important than any pretty view. Night was more important than my life.

The tears started up again. Not ugly sobs anymore, but quiet, reserved tears- meant only for Night.

It had been too long since I had last seen him. Gods, how I missed him, how I loved him. But I never told him that. Never got to. What kind of world won't even let you tell the only love of your life that you love him? Oh right, the kind of fucked up world I live in.

I hated him. The king I mean. I hate him. He was the one that took Night away from me. He was the one who imprisoned a once free country. He was the one who ruined my life, my heart.

Too long, for far too long the king had been taxing us to death, while he sat his fat butt on his throne hand-made from gold. It was time for change. I just hoped that someone could do it after my downfall. That someone who was stronger than me, smarter than me, could fight in this war. I was just so tired of all the fighting.

The only thing running through my mind as I let myself fall, was Night. How much I loved him, how much I needed him. How much he completed me.

The open air whooshed past me as I free fell towards the hard concrete below me.

This is for you Night.

The sickening crunch of bones and skin sounded out as I hit the pavement.

Fearlessly.

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Eyes groggy and unfocused, just the small, blurry outlines of shapes and people registered to me. The sound of the tv show flitted over to my ears, jarring me awake from my slumber.

Small rabbits- I think that's what they were- danced across the screen, the occasional moose thundering by, grunts and laughter the only sound in the otherwise silent room.

A heartbeat monitor, and other various machines beeped, and thumped, adding to the melody of noises in the small white box of a room.

The jangle of keys eventually took the solo, my ears tuning out everything- the monitors, and creepy tv show included.

Squeaky hinges replaced the jingling keys, and the equally white door as the walls, opened, revealing a short man- who couldn't be more than 25- and a handful of curses.

"Dang it Morrey! I thought I told you not to play that crap Happy Tree Friends in here! How would you like to awake to cartoon animals finding different stupid ways to die and kill each other?!"

Many more curses sounded after, this time from a one way glass pane I hadn't noticed earlier. A muffled sorry came after. Some fumbling later, a triumphant cry replaced the many curses and sorrys given by the man behind the glass. The Glass Man. I assumed he had found the remote.

But before The Glass Man could press the change channel button, a loud "BREAKING NEWS" filled the room, making the man in the room next to me jump at least 5 feet in the air, and The Glass Man drop, and shatter something, resulting in even more curses.

"Breaking News Barrow City!" the newscast started.

"Our beloved princess, Auta, is in critical condition after throwing herself off of a ten, yes ten!- story building! The building was located somewhere in the middle of the downtown,- AKA the slums, seriously Alhxandr?! Get it right. -the exact location is not allowed to be given out at this time, but after this case is solved, we will be allowing you to know the location.

Reports on why Auta would of ever thought to do this are murky, and coming in slow, so there isn't exactly much we can give to you other than our princess had some sort of motivation to do this, or someone pushed her off.

We went digging through her past, in the hopes to find out some more clues, but just like this case, it was shallow, and containing less and less details the farther back you went into her past.

Some reports say she was spotted as a criminal, stealing things from off the streets, and then others say she was a rebel sympathizer. While most of our trusted reporters in the kingdom say all of those are false, we can't take any risks. We will be taking Auta into questioning after she wakes up- if she does.

But one thing we did find to be interesting was a boy named Night. He had been captured about 2 years and a handful of months ago, for street crimes and destruction of the king's property. About a year ago he was executed, which sent Auta in a spiraling pit of depression. We think this might mean she could of been close to him, and was no longer able to stand the pain of him no longer being with her.

Knowing nothing of Auta's past, she could of been working with him, could of had no idea of what he was doing, or even could of not known who he was all together. Again, we will be taking Auta into questioning if she wakes up.

More speech followed, but suddenly I felt... weird. Different. Tired... Oh so very tired.

"Mo...ey! S...'s awa...e! ...ome qu...ck!" the muffled voice of the kid in the room with me just barely traveled over to me.

Tired... just let me sleep. Oh, how I was so tired!

The sound of a clipboard clanging to the ground awoke me a bit, but I could not fight the heaviness on my eyelids.

Sleep, I just needed sleep...

"Di... ...ou gi...e her th... medi...ne B...?"

I drifted in and out of consciousness, the last thing I heard before I blacked out completely, was a muffled, and scattered "yes".

Someone had wanted me to stay in a coma... But who?

That was my last thought.

Everything went black.

-

Weeks had past, but their was no sign of me waking up permanently anytime soon. And anytime I did, I was met with the face of the same doctor who had came in to see me the first time. One word was passed to me, sleep. And oh yes did I sleep. I wasn't exactly given a choice in the matter.

Soon, weeks turned into months, and months turned into a year. Than two.

The same procedure kept going on. Little did I know I was being kept in a coma to brainwash the whole kingdom, into obedience and loyalty.

Simply put, they were all being forced into a life where the king was their one idol, their one god. Just so the king could sit his fat butt down on the throne, and enjoy his moment of fame... before his downfall.

Two years turned into three.

Finally, three years, two-hundred and seventy-nine days later, I awoke for good.

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Well Hej there muffins!

Look here! It is the FIRST chapter of Memories... again LOL.

For those of you new people here, hi there, and idk if you read my a/n, but I will be re-writing/editing this... so yea...

(its more of an editing thing than re-writing xD)

I did keep the old version in with this(its down below after this extremely long note im writing rn), just because I can, and I kinda want to see what the difference is between the two lol.

also I want to try to make the chapters a bit longer, as you can probably tell from the new and old just in this chapter xD, so maybe when im gone for like a month, and have no inspiration, i wont feel too bad about not updating...

LOL

anyways... I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, make sure to vote if you loved it and comment if you are a grammar nazi and i spelt something wrong (you guys should have a hay day with that), or anything that you think could make this story EVEN BETTERRR! yay!

ok now that thats done... adjo for now muffins, and have a wonderful... whatever day/time/year/holiday you want it to be xD!

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[old version]
   
I flipped a strand of my silver hair back over to it's dominate side. My fingers ran across the line that separated the side of my head with hair, and the side that was shaved off.
    The single line of ivy that ran down the separation line made my fingers stop for a moment, then continue their wandering.
    I didn't know what I was doing. My feet were positioned on the top of a fire escape, but I couldn't bring myself to jump.
    He was gone. He was truly gone. I didn't  know who I was anymore. A world without him was not a world at all.
    I remembered how he wanted me to get the ivy. "It reminds me that there is good in everyone. That everyone can still live, and put aside their bad thoughts. Ivy on you would remind me that you are not who they want you to be: Cruel and heartless," he would say. I would always reply with "just like this god awful kingdom." He would nod his head in agreement.
    I didn't know the tears were streaming down my face until I tasted their salty liquid on my lips. It had been too long since I had seen him. I didn't even get to tell him that I loved him.
    What kind of messed up world won't even let you tell the love of you life that you loved him? The kind of  fucked  up world that I live in.
    I hate the king. I hate his god damn kingdom, and his god damn perfect prince. The prince can have anyone he wants, but why did he choose me?
    Me out of the thousands of other perfect princesses. What is wrong with my life? What did I do to deserve this?
    I hauled myself over the fire escape of the 10 story building and let myself fall.
    And fall.
                      And fall.
   
     No more perfect princess dreams for me.

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    Barrow City News

    Breaking news! The soon to be princess- Auta- threw herself violently from a 10 story apartment complex fire escape. She is in critical condition, and has been in a coma for 13 straight hours already. The police are combing through the evidence trying to come up with an answer for why Auta would even think to do this! She had everything, the prince, she was living in luxury, and had the beast food in the country! Not that I have ever tried it, but I have heard a few good things about it. Ok, now we go to you Officer Hamplin for further information about the case. If you would like to go back to our regularly scheduled propaganda, then please tune in to channel 667. Now to Officer Hamplin.
*A pre-recorded video of the police officer comes up*
Thanks Alhexandur, i'm standing here in front of the building that Auta threw herself off of. Our police are scanning the area for any clues of why our beloved princess would even think of  killing herself. From the evidence that we have gathered, it is safe to assume that she had no help from anyone, as in no one threw her from the building, or no one forced her to. We did find out that Auta was once close to a boy named 'Night' on the streets. He was executed exactly one year ago at 20:53, and was executed for violent crimes against our kingdom. We think she might of worked with him. Having no idea of Auta's past, we have to hold off on that part of the investigation until we can take Auta into questioning. We think Auta may of attempted suicide because she could no longer take the pain of not having Night by her side anymore. Anyways we will continue to feed you information on how Auta is doing, and what drove her to do this. Now back to the regularly scheduled propaganda.

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    5 months passed. 6. 9. A year. Two. Three. I was still in a coma. My hair had grown out to the same length on both sides, and was no longer silver, but a deep blood red.
    My ivy tattoo was hidden beneath my blood red hair, no longer visible to the outside world. But the tattoo that told my story was still coiled around my left arm, all the way up to my elbow.
    Whoever is reading this now, please help me. I'm trapped inside of this kingdom with no way out. Defeat the King. You must. That is my only request...

x-x-x

    Three years, two hundred and seventy-nine days later- I finally woke up.
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