Marilyn POV:

I had another person in mind to call to help me with this plan. In the meantime, I had made him tie her up.
I yelled at him to go into the basement and keep her down there.
He had brought her down there and I was now walking through the house.
My childhood house.
Memories unfolded at every crevice and piece of shelter.
I could see them, imagining them, as if I were hallucinating; but it was just memories. I could control them.
Thousands of them echoed over one another as I turned and viewed them all.
They were all starting to give me a headache.
I headed to walk out of the room.
"Hey, lookey, here Aiden, little buddy."
I stopped in my tracks.
He'd sounded so familiar.
I turned and saw one memory left, a clear, ghost-like structure shadowing my old furniture and living room at Christmastime.
Soon everything became more human-like and 3D.
A little boy, sitting in a teenager's lap, opening presents.
I smiled at the thought.
"This one?" he asked, smiling at the little boy.
He shook his head.
"No, tee one wif the- uh, tee bwoo wapping." he said in a childish voice.
"Aiden." I whispered.
That was his real name.
I walked over and sat ahead of the two.
"Here you go, little guy." the teen smiled and handed him the present.
A tear slid down my cheek and I smiled.
He wouldn't remember this.
Nobody except for me would.
I then stood up as the boy opened an airplane.
He gasped in delight and I laughed to myself, remembering how much he just loved that airplane and how much he used to play with it.
"Thank you, Justin."
And that used to be his name.
Tears flowed down my cheek and I felt sorrow.
I looked in the corner.
There she was.
I walked over to her.
Long, blonde, curly hair.
I ran my fingers through it and it felt as if she was staring past me. After all, it was a memory.
She had a skinny body, a beautiful smile, red lips, and her eyes....
Her eyes were the color of cinnamon.

Keegan POV:

"I'm so sorry for earlier." I layed the girl down.
She stumbled, but I caught her before she fell.
I picked her up again and walked through lie her on her new bed.

Skylar POV:

I didn't know what I was doing.
Why would you feel so comfortable around a serial killer...?
Why would you feel so happy about being kidnapped by a stranger, a stranger who had a gun, and if they shot it, everything would be over within milliseconds?
Why was I so... Satisfied? He held my life in his hands.
He could end me.
I think it was the idea that he protected me at the same time.
I didn't know what I was feeling.
I was warm, fuzzy...
But I never had this feeling with Brian.
Why do I have it with someone who can kill me, easily?
He looked in my eyes.
He was so beautiful...
He had shaggy blonde hair and dark green eyes.
He snapped out of his trance and stood up and backed away, awkwardly.
"Sorry."
He left the room and closed the door.
My head was spinning as I looked around the dark, gloomy basement.
Boxes were piled up near the corners.

Marilyn POV:

The girl had drawn me in and I noticed her calm, happy features.
She was so pleasant.
So beautiful.
Then another memory rushed through me.
The house we had just left from... The beach house.
I could see it, it was dark and gloomy.
I walked through the dirt to the windows, which seemed lower.
Inside the room which I'd viewed was a small baby cradle, a little black haired boy with pale skin and ice blue eyes rocking back and forth.
He was so..
Beautiful.
I felt bonded to him...somehow protective of him.
A lady sat in a rocking hair, humming to herself with closed eyes.
I stepped through the window; I wanted to see the baby better.
The woman opened her eyes, hearing a sound.
I gasped and ducked.
I then looked at her eyes.
They were the color of cinnamon.
The same girl...
The same woman.
"Delilah." A man walked into the room.
But the man wasn't there... It was just a voice.
The woman sighed and closed her eyes again.
"These voices in my head... They will truly never stop."
I looked at the woman.
Her eyes read of exhaustion.
She then opened her eyes suddenly.
"You." she looked at me.
"Save yourself." she demanded.
I shook my head, backing up.
"I KNOW YOU'RE STILL IN THERE, DELILAH!" she screamed and I shook my head, crying.
"What are you talking about?"
She faced me.
"Change before its too late."
I shook my head and voices bombarded me.
DELILAH! CHANGE! PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO! SAVE US! LILY! PLEASE!

Then it was silent.

I could hear anything.

"DON'T SIT AND WATCH LIKE I'M DOING!"

I screamed as loud as I can, and fell, hitting my head, letting darkness consume me.

Keegan POV:

"Marilyn!" I screamed, running up the stairs.
She was passed out on the floor.
She was more than that.
She was completely unconscious.
She wouldn't even move.
I heard a rustle.

Skylar POV:

I heard screaming.
"Marilyn!" a voice echoed.
I jumped up.
I wasn't supposed to leave my room...
But what if she was in danger.
I hesitated and heard someone panicking upstairs.
I sighed and ran as fast as I could up the stairs.
"Is everything okay?!" I yelled.
It was quiet and I only heard one person breathing.
I ran into the living room.
There was the boy and the girl on the floor, the girl lying still and pale.
I ran over to her.
He went to push me away, but I moved him, trying to help the girl.
I listened to her chest.
She wasn't breathing but her heart was still beating.
CPR.
I leaned down and pumped her chest for her, and tried to help her breathe myself.
I puffed in and out of her, hoping her color would return.
The boy had backed away and wasn't in the room anymore.

Keegan POV:

Something had happened to me.
At first, I felt embarrassed.
Then she leaned down and started to give her CPR.
I don't know what it was...
I guess it was the fact that two girls were on top of one another, in my living room, and-
You pervert. I sighed.
Stupid hormones.
Why would I even think that?!?!
That's my sister for God's sake!
And she's dying.
I ran back out to them.
But it was too late now, Marilyn was already sitting up, or being helped to sit up, because she was in shock.
I silently thanked the girl.
She breathed and helped Marilyn sit down.
"What's your name?" I asked the girl.