Kali walks down the darkened street, allowing the cold rain to fall down her face like tears. The light of a streetlamp flickers nervously, casting small shades of light that bounce off the dark blue streaks in her hair, making them shine, but leaving her face completely in the shadows. The light gives in to it's struggle and goes out, as Kali stops on the sidewalk, and turns, facing a white, two story house with green shutters and a large red door. She gazes in though the large picture window in the living room, to see a large family gathered around the fireplace, and small children running in and out of rooms in excitement.

As wonderful as the scene seems, Kali knew that it wasn't all true. She takes a few steps down the driveway, the sound of her tall boots echoing loudly in the night. As she peers inside, she sees a small girl sitting in the corner, all alone in the dark. The girl must have been atleast 16, and beautiful at that. Her long brown hair covered what must be a pretty face, hiding what Kali knew, must be tears. She takes a few steps off the pavement and onto the grass, creeping up next to the window to get a closer look. As she looks even farther, she sees the girl in the corner toss her hair over her shoulder, and pull a small piece of glass from her pocket, and place it on her wrist. Kali couldn't make herself turn away. She watchs as the girl presses harder, making a significant cut down her arm. As the crimson blood starts to flow, she looks up, her eyes meeting directly with Kali's, gazing into her soul.

In that exact moment, the entire room swirled away in a mass of blurred color. Kali looks around in confusion, but just then, everything stopped. She looked around her to see nothing but blackness, surrounding her, until the girl walks up to her. Kali looks down at her, with a look of horror at the possibility of all this, but also with a large hint of curiosity as to what this all could mean. The girl continues to stare into Kali's eyes, while holding her wrist, and not letting one word escape her lips.]

"Who are you?" Kali asks sternly. "You know who I am." says the girl, in a monotonic voice. Kali tries to take a step back, but unsuspectadley, hits her back on a wall, that hadn't been there before. The girl takes a step closer, and another, until she is close enough for Kali to touch. "Who the hell are you.." Kali demands again. "As I said, you know who I am. You know all to well. You're just to stubborn to admit it to yourself." The girl answers. She takes her eyes from Kali's, and looks down at her wrist, stained with red. "You see this blood? These cuts? This pain? Look at it. It's yours, all of it. I am you, Kali. But I'm the you, that you banned from your mind. You washed me away along with all of your memories, you're pain, you're everything..." Kali looks down at the girls wrist, then into her eyes, and back to her wrist. She shakes her head vigorously, and turns around, resting her forehead against the wall, breathing deeply to regain her composure. "Don't fight it Kali, you know it's true. What you saw, was you. You were the girl who sat in the corner crying because she was ignored by her family, because she was rejected. You were the girl who ran the glass across your wrist, it was you.." Kali tossed back her head and turned around to look at the girl, with a look of anger, regret, pain and horror, all tossed into one. The girl held her wrist closer to Kali, as tears ran down her face. "You did this to me! You did this to us!" The girls yelled, and threw herself into a fit of screaming. Kali, not knowing what to do, dashed her eyes around frantically until she felt a sharp pain in her wrist. She looked down, and saw a cut, identical to the girls, start to form, and the blood start to flow uncontrollably. "What...NO!" Kali screamed, and dropped to her knees in front of the screaming girl, holding her hands over her ears, but unable to not only block out the screams of the girl so familiar, but her own uncontrollable tears. At last she gave in, and screamed a scream of pain she didn't know was possible for a human to feel, as everything shattered.

Kali awoke with a start, straight up in her bed. She dropped her head, resting her forehead in her hands, catching her breathe. After a few moments, she brought her wrist up to her, making sure it was only a nightmare. She rubbed her fingers over where she had seen the cut and felt a small bump. A bit frightened, she turned on the light, and looked closer. As she looked, she found a thin, almost insignificant scar, exactly like the cut that had once been there in her dream. She turned off the light, and tossed herself back into bed, running her fingers through her hair.

"Oh god..." She muttered. "Not again....it was only a nightmare...simply, and nothing else. That girl, isn't me...wasn't me..." Her voice trailed off, as she layed in bed and thougth, for longer than it seemed. After awhile of silence, she spoke again. "It's not true...I have no past...and I never will..." With that, she sat up, and threw her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up, and walked over to her dresser, picking up her clothes for the day that she had set out the night before; a black velvet low cut spaghetti strap shirt, and black leather pants that lace up the entire side. She walks into the bathroom, setting the clothes beside the sink, and turning on the water for the shower. She then walks back over, and leans over the sink, looking the mirror, her hands holding her up. As she looks into her own eyes, she sees a small figure over her shoulder. It becomes clearer, and she sees the girl she had seen in her dream. Kali's look turns to one of pure horror, as she girls mouths the words 'Help Me', but no sound escaping her lips. Kali turns around abruptly, but sees nobody there. No girl...no nothing, simply a large black towel hung over the rack. She falls back against the sink and sighs, running her fingers through her long black hair. "Maybe a nice warm shower would do me some good...." she decides, as she quickly turns her thoughts to other matters. She undresses, tossing her clothes on top of the hamper, and steps into the warm shower. But as she feels the warm water run over her tall, slim body, she can't help, but remember the feeling of the warm, crimson blood, dripping down her wrist...

Lau melted away at 02:45 p.m.