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"Speak of the devil" Ace of clubs said looking at the peeking Two on the door, she decided to ignore him though "Turn off the lights when you are done Eight" she said while she got to her feet and began walking to her room, it was late and there where no more patients on the infirmary so she might as well just retire for the night, to be alone whit her thoughts.

Ace of clubs entered her room and locked the door, she didn't need to turn on the lights, she knew that room a little too good for her liking, there was not much, an old perch, a little wardrobe, a writing desk and a bed, the walls where covered by shelves of books from the ceiling to the floor and everything was neat, none of the furniture was hers, just the shelves and the books, the rest it all had belonged to the previous Ace of clubs, she had no time or interest on interior design so when he died and she had to move to this room she just left it the way it was.

Ace of clubs started to undress as the memories came rushing in, she usually avoided this place and slept in the infirmary instead, but eight was there tonight so it couldn't be helped....

She couldn't help reviving how her 15 year old self woke up confused and empty after her first medical examination "Good morning Ten of clubs" came the soft voice of a young man with a charming smile, his light brown hair shined with the sun light of that warm day and even though he was very handsome she couldn't help but feel he was being fake, the young girl spoke, unaware that she was the one he was speaking to, she was the only one on the infirmary but she didn't knew that at the moment, she could see another person in the next bed, maybe that was ten of clubs? she didn't remember that person was dead and she didn't recognize the name so it couldn't possibly be her but then again "Who Am I?" she couldn't remember her name.... how strange was that, not remembering her own name... "You are Ten of clubs" the man answered getting closer, too close for her comfort "Now, Ten, where is my kiss?" The girl blushed, A kiss? but she didn't know this man!! who old was he? how old was she?

"Kiss? I am sorry sir, but you must be mistaking me for someone else... I... my name is not Ten of clubs, of that i am sure" she said trying to distance herself from that stranger that pretended to know her, but if she was not ten of clubs the who was she? what was her name? she could have any name for all she knew...

"Not Ten of clubs?" the man said getting closer again "would you had rather be a Ten of spades?" He asked smiling innocently "I am Ace of clubs by the way" He said handing her a folder "And you promised me a kiss" he said inches away from her face.

Ten of clubs took the folder and looked on the opposite direction 'life files' she read and opened the folder that held a single piece of white paper with a picture of her and 3 bits of information: Ten of Clubs, 15 years old, New recruit.

That was not much but it seemed her name was ten of clubs indeed, she got to her feet and away from the former Ace of Clubs "I am not kissing you, just how old are you?" Ace of clubs remained sited and chuckled, the new recruit sure was interesting "25" he answered amused, the young Ten of clubs just glared at him still blushing "*****> she murmured before exiting the infirmary, she had no idea where she was going, she just needed to get away from that guy.

((oh what a good night of sleep and a hot bath can do for the mind))

Marcie fell asleep on the chair next to Matt's bed, it was not very comfortable but she was a little tired because of the evening events, had she known of the dreams she was about to have she would have probably not slept at all...

The a little Marcie looked at her mother curiously as the latest packed her belongings "Are we going on a trip mommy?" she asked innocently just to receive a cold glare and a dry answer of "How old are you, Marcie?" from her mommy, it didn't matter though, because she loved her mommy "7 years mommy" Her mommy was the greatest mommy on the world, that's why she loved her, her mommy stayed with her when her daddy had to go on his long missions, her mommy took her to uncle Hatty's house to play with Matty all the time and her mommy prepared the best tea! she couldn't say that to Uncle Hatty though, but it was the truth, her mommy was the best mommy on the world even if she sometimes got mad at her for no apparent reason, Marcie was just clumsy so mommy probably had a reason but she just forgot.

"Stop calling me mommy then, my name is Clara" Her mommy said in a cold voice but Marcie didn't care, she was actually exited, mommy always made a hurting face when she called her mommy but she had never suggested how she wanted to be called "Clara? should i call you Clara mommy?" Marcie said smiling even more, but she had made a mistake, she had called mommy 'mommy' again.

So mommy got mad "listen to me you ungrateful child! I am not your mother!!" mommy said grabbing Marcie by the ears, it hurt, it hurt a lot, but maybe mommy didn't know it hurt because she had not the same ears Marcie and daddy had, surely mommy didn't knew, mommy wouldn't hurt Marcie on purpose, would she? of course not! so Marcie decided to let her know "it hurts mommy, it hurts!!" Marcie cried but her mommy didn't let go, she didn't calm down either but just the opposite.

"I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER FOR GOD'S SAKE! i never wanted to be your mother! had i know i was going to be giving birth to a monster i would have aborted! and your father! your stupid father! he and his ears! all that time and i didn't even notice but when you where born, oh yes! when you where born he couldn't hide it anymore... he threatened me! 7 years... yes, 7 years was the deal... i have been your slave for seven years you stupid child but no more, , i am sick of wonderland, i am sick of your father's missions, i am sick of tea and never ending tea parties and of the god damn queen... i am sick of it all!" mommy yelled letting go of Marcie's ears in that moment as if they burnt her, as if Marcie was some filthy piece of trash that could make her dirty.

And yet Marcie couldn't understand "but... " she said between cries unable to process the harsh words of her mommy "I love mommy and i thought mommy loved Marchy too" she just couldn't understand, she was looking up at the woman she had called mommy for so long, looking for some kind of comfort on her eyes and all she could find was hatred "I am sick of you Marcie" Her mommy told her whit a disgusted look on her face, she finished packing and walked out the door, turning back only to deliver the final blow "I never loved you Marcie, happy birth day" then she was gone.

Marcie woke up with her heart pounding madly on her chest, she calmed down as she took notice of her surrounding and of Matt on the hospital bed, her body hurt because of the uncomfortable position she had fallen asleep in to but that was nothing compared to the emotional pain, she placed a hand to her cheek and noticed she had been crying on her sleep, it had been so long since the last time she had that nightmare "please don't abandon me too Matty" she whispered before pulling her legs to her chest, it had been too long since the last time she had that dreadful dream... too long.

((my my.... by the way, here is the sketch i made of Matty... Matty he looks a bit too old there though, and i made him whit black hair))

((hey everyone guess what!!!))

((LOL ok I'll post something XD crying I missed the windsor cast of rent in my workshop today...damned essay crying )

((kyyyyya~!!! so cool whee
Lyka: sorry for ignoring you there for a minute *pat's on the back* sorry about your miss because of the essay))