...Jade Mayfield...

Age: 17 years

Birthday: 30 August

Place of birth: Unknown

Biological parents: Unknown

Hobbies: Drawing, Reading, Singing, Fishing, Martial arts, Rock climbing, Craft

Grades: A student

Status: Unpopular, Single

Favorite colours: Blue, purple, black, red

Ace: Book smart

Pet name: Jellybean

Best Friends: Claire Mc Conner, Ethan Forbes, Bellamy Blaire, Cynthia Hanes, Sophie Moore, Benjamin Mayfield (Grandfather)

Grandparents: Benjamin Mayfield and Elle Mayfield

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"Jade! Jade! Jade wake up! Open your eyes jade"

"Please... leave me alone, I can't do this anymore"

"No one is going to harm you... Open your eyes you're safe."

For some unknown reason I opened my eyes only to find that I wasn't being attacked by anyone or anything at all but I was actually in class having a nightmare and the only attack I was getting was all the glare from around the room as everyone stopped their work to look at me.

I can't remember getting out of bed or even getting dressed and coming to school.

Nothing could be more embarrassing than having an episode in school after they already judge you as the weirdo in the class.

Correction; the weirdo in the entire school.

The girl who is an orphan twice after her adopted parents died on her birthday.

Yay me!

My parents and I along with my two siblings were going at a restaurant to spent my 12 birthday not knowing that would be the last birthday I would be spending with them.

My mom, Emily, dad, Benjamin, younger sister ,Elizabeth,10, and older brother, Kent,17, all perished in the accident but, somehow, I survived only to live the rest of my life in agony wishing I had gone with them.

We were heading to the restaurant singing along to the track dad put on for us to enjoy the drive.

Dad drove, mom sat next to him, Lizzy was at the left door of the back seat, Ben was on the right at the right and I sat between them.

Ben stared out the window because he was angry he didn't get to go to a party with his friends and Lizzy was playing with her doll Lucy.

Mom turned around to check on us and stroke Lizzy's hair after giving me a smile and I trust forward when she turned back to her seat and gave her a hug.

It took a mere matter of second between me leaning back into my seat and our car being struck instantly by a truck transporting large metal pipes.

We were struck from the right side of the car at an intersection.

The impact killed dad and Ben instantly since received the later of the hit. Mom and I pitched out through the windshield.

She got pinned by one of the metal pipes crushing her chest, causing her rib to puncture her heart, and skull.

I was thrown further.

Lizzy and I were the only ones who survived and was taken to the hospital.

She died however, during surgery.

She had sustaining a broken foot, brain damage causing her to be brain dead, broken ribcage and a broken spine.

She was in the car when the truck toppled and some of the metal pipes caved the roof of the car in and pinning her down.

I can't lie about crying because I haven't had the chance or was it the fact that the tears never found its way out of my eye.

I felt numb toward the incident and guilt built within me for years.

The thought of me not facing the fact that I lost everything was the only reason for that of my constant nightmares and the reason I may be missing time.

I looked up to see the teacher's face plastered with anger as she stared blankly and questionably at me

"Miss Mayfield, kindly see me in my office after class."

Mrs. Blake spoke in the most solemn tone she could muster and I was struck from my deep thoughts I had been lost within

"Uhm... Yes Mrs. Blake."

I blinked to see her clearly towering over me with anger plastered vividly on her face which no one could have mistaken.

The class ended in a blur and I made my way toward to Mrs. Blake's office still in a daze.

I was wearing a grey hoodie, like always accompanied with a denim blue jeans and a pair of white Nike.

I sat on a chair outside the office and pulled my hoodie over as children passed me hurriedly to their next classes each stealing a glance in my direction and muttering under their breath.

I sat there until I was called into the office.

I took a seat and with my head bent.

"Anything to say for yourself?"

Her glasses sat awkwardly upon her nose and her brows were knitted as she stared at me questionably.

"I... I... I don't know what came over me"

"Jade I am here for you and I have been saying this for quite some time now but you refuse to let me in."

"I can't have you sleeping in my class and staring blankly in every other class."

"Your grades are perfect thankfully but you don't even speak in class. When and if you do speak it is only few words and all the teachers are complaining of this."

"We are trying to help you but you need to help yourself and let us in. It has been more than five years and you still show no sign of improvement."

"What do you want to do now?"

"...."

she sighed and rose from her seat. She then walked towards me and sat next to me turning to look straight into my eyes, holding both my hands in hers and squeezing it gently.

I looked up at her and back down again at my feet.

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Everyone kept comforting me after my parents passes away.

They adopted me when I was an infant so they are like my real parents and they had never once treated me like I was adopted.

To lose every one of them left a hollowness within me and I don't know how to explain that to anyone.

It has been five years to them but yesterday to me because I keep reliving that terrible day over and over again yet no one seem to understand how terrible it is for me.

Living with my grandparents isn't that bad and they try to get me to go out more and talk more but somehow I can't.

I try to but I just can't and it's affecting everyone around me.

"Will it be okay if you take the week off and this time I won't be asking you to write an essay on how you feel or visit a therapist."

"I'm asking you to do three things."

"Firstly, I want you to recollect everything that happened on the day of the accident."

"Next, I want you to visit your parents resting place and finally, I want you to visit the man who killed your family."

"Now jade, will you do these three task for me without a problem? I would like you to answer me this time"

"I will try to do it"

she rubbed her thumb into my arm and tilted my head so I was looking at her.

She was smiling.

Mrs. Blake is a beautiful middle aged woman who loves her work more than she love her home.

She would arrive at school very early and leave very late and there has been no incident where a student would not praise her for her teaching skills.

She was just gifted with students and what I loved most about her was that she was always smiling, even if she was angry her anger always subsides quickly and she would be smiling again.

When school was over I waited outside for my grandpa's car.

He pulled into to the parking lot and I got in the seat opposite his.

He trusted a bar of chocolate to me and opened one for himself. We sat in the parking lot eating our chocolate bars silently and watching students pour out of the compound.

He knew what transpired at school today that's why he didn't ask how was my day and judging by the bar of chocolate I knew that he knew my day did not go so well.

Grandpa always gave me chocolate when I was feeling down.

We would take a drive in search of a quite place and savour a bar of chocolate as we sat and admired the view silently but this time we were in the school's parking lot watching as hundreds of students make their way out.

"I'm okay now Ben." I turned to him and placed my hand on his which was on the steering wheel leisurely.

"Do you want to go grab something to eat jellybean?"

He kept his gaze on something in the distant as he spoke.

The school was almost empty now and everything was quiet. Only the flapping of the great big flag was heard as the wind tossed it.

"Sure, can we get ice-cream too?"

"I was thinking the same thing."

He finally turned towards me and we both giggled.

Grandpa and I somehow always had this type of connection and he became my best friend.

I would talk to him about almost everything and he would listen and reply with some word of wisdom but never a direct answer.

We pulled out of the driveway and headed to Sidney's Diner.

Pulling into the parking lot I pulled my hoodie down and unbuckled my seatbelt. We both got out the car and walked inside.

Grandpa was holding my hand and I felt the courage to lift my head. There weren't many people in the diner and as we sat at a table Sid come up to us.

"Is this papa Ben and little Jade gracing me with there presence this fine day. What can I get for you lot?"

"The ol' cheer me up special and two bowls of chocolate ice-cream with a big serving of jelly beans."

Sid wrote our order down and turned to me.

"It seems the little one is feeling blue. I will get you something special today and you're sure to like it, how'd that sound for you?"

"I would like that very much, thank you."

He give me a wink and headed toward the kitchen.

Sid and Britney runs this diner and they have two amazing daughters, Sally, 18, and Clair ,19, who is a bit older then I am.

Grandpa and I are regulars here so they treat us like family.

The place is always aromatic and cozy and that's what keeps it buzzing, not to mention the hospitality here is off the charts.

Sid is cool while Britney is cheery and together they make the Sidney couple.

"Do you think you can do those three things jellybean."

"I think you should face it some point in life and now would be the best time to start. You seemed absent minded these past days more than ever and it is worrying me."

He had his serious caring face on and I wanted to talk to him everything more than ever.

"I don't remember waking this morning and I had the most terrible dream."

"I don't know what is happening lately and it is all too much."

"How can I not recall getting to school or even getting up this morning, I don't know what is happening to me and it scares me."

......🔥to be continued 🔥......

He was listening to me carefully and let out a deep sigh before looking saddened and sorry for me.

"You must build a boat before you use it to cross the sea but your troubles aren't over, for you must then keep the boat afloat and battle the raging sea, then, and only then, can you say you have had an adventure."

His eyes sparked with wisdom and the aging in his face was replaced with youth beyond imagination. For a minute time seemed to stop and everything seemed quite, the only thing echoing in my head were the words I just heard and I was trying to make an understanding of these words.

Within that minute I grasped what I needed to do and I knew I was ready.

We ate our burger and fries silently when Sid brought it from behind the the door he had previously disappeared through.

I had a double cheeseburger with extra bacon and grandpa had his favourite veggie burger, which gave you such a satisfactory taste it would be hard to tell that it was a vegetarian burger.

It's Sid's way of making vegetarian burgers enjoyable for his customers to have a real meat burger experience.

After finishing our burgers our dessert was brought to us.

Sid had an extra gleam on his face as he approached me and I couldn't help but giggle at his silliness when he stuck is tongue our and urged me to close my eyes.

When I opened them up I let out a huge gasp as I stared at the gorgeous heap of ice-cream before me.

"This my dear is a recipe I have been working on for a while and you are the first to try it."

"It's a mint Oreo Carmel chocolate swirl with chunks of chocolate in there and a raspberry syrup filling to the centre."

"I added extra Jelly beans for you. What do you say about that?"

"It is my pleasure to be the first to try this new recipe."

"If nothing else, this surprise just lifted my mood sky high and I can't wait to try it. Thank you very much Sid!"

Before I knew it I pulled Sid in to a bear hug. He was surprised at first but then he opened his arm to return the hug.

I heard grandpa give out a chuckle and I could help but laugh at my action.

I release Sid and sat down to ogle at this beauty before me.

"Seems like someone is excited to dig in, I will leave you to it then little ice-cream monster."

He winked at me before turning around and heading towards a customer that had just entered.

This new recipe was like a bomb being set off within my mouth and I couldn't help sighing in satisfaction.

The flavours blended really well and the raspberry syrup balanced the sweetness with a bit of sour like tang and together fireworks were set off in my head.

Colours exploded as my taste buds did a summersault and I swayed into a happy dance on my seat, just grooving to a music booming in my mind and the sound of the radio playing in the diner was inaudible.

I felt like I was twirling, skipping, dancing, jumping and just letting loose with every spoonful of ice-cream that disappeared in my mouth, It was that good.

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"HELP! Someone please help me..."

I was out of breath to scream anymore and too weak to push further.

My throat was sandy and scorching... my face was masked with tears... my feet was sore and bruised... my body was cold and shivering, from both the coldness and fear, as if one touch could break me into shards of glass.

All i remembered was going to bed due to a piercing headache.

Half asleep a sudden fog masked my room choking me awake. When I woke the place was freezing cold which sent me in a fit of shivers.

My bed was gone and so was my room and I was now standing in the middle of nowhere bared feet and wet.

Shards of glass stuck everywhere on my skin and I could see blood oozing from them.

My feet was so bloody I wasn't able to make out just how much damage it sustained but I knew it was pretty bad.

I heard a chain dragging on the ground, then I saw the redness of someone's eyes protruding from the fog.

I somehow knew I had to run but not why and I could hear my heart thumping vigorously, more than I could feel it beat in my chest, as though it wanted to come out of there.

I felt hot salty liquid involuntarily running down my face and I knew it was tears.

There was no one in sight beyond the reach of the fog and there weren't any houses either but trees. Tall big ones that looked scary in the darkness.

The creatures of the night hooted, howled and chirped all around but I was unable to see any of them.

I didn't know how long I was running and I hadn't realize I was slowing down whilst he was gaining more ground on me by just walking slowly and dragging his chain.

That seemed outright impossible since I was outrunning him yet still he managed to stay on my tail but my thoughts weren't there at the moment.

Where exactly were my thoughts? My head was filled with so many things all at once that it was hard to pinpoint where my thoughts were focused the most.

I realized too late that I was outran so when I heard him wrapping his thick metal chain around his arm.

"He does when he has caught you," voices whispered in my head.

I felt it wrap around me and he tugged pulling me violently towards him.

I fell at his feet and looked up at his face where only a pair of red eyes can be seen and nothing was there where his nose, mouth and ears should be.

I called him the 'Face-less man' but he had a name because he kept saying, "What is my name?" as he wrapped his chain around his hand which only made the end around my body get tighter.

" I... I... don't know. I d...d...on't know your n... n... ame."

He pounced upon me, adding more pain to my already inflamed body, and started choking me as he banged my head vigorously into the soil.

"WHAT IS MY NAAAME?"

"SAY IT! SAY IT! SAAAY IT!"

I felt the tremors of his voice and my skin felt as though it was being peeled off of me.

It was terrifying even to the creatures of the night for they grew louder and fussy. I tried to think of something other than the pain my body was in or this psychotic man that was torturing me or of the animals who were defenceless against him.

He stopped choking me and was now punching at my face as he grew angrier at me.

Maybe he realized I no longer heard his voice and that my mind was far away from this place.

He held my face to his and squeezed at my jaw maybe even breaking the bone and I tasted blood within my mouth.

Maybe I had even lost a few tooth but who could tell since my mouth was engulfed in so much pain.

One could not tell if they were toothless or just missing a few tooth or none of the above.

I endured it all because my answer was still the same.

I knew not his name nor who he was but he knew mine and each attempt of a reply to what I taught his name may be was like tossing gasoline adding more flames to his already lit fire.

Why should I continue to answer this ignorant and inpatient guy who cared not about my well being and more about his name?

What is his dumb name worth that my pathetic life isn't.

My life is pathetic and maybe he should kill me and get it over with. I don't care anymore I only wanted to sleep, to close my eyes and maybe sleep forever.

I would forgive him since he's only doing me a favour by doing exactly what I couldn't do: which was end my worthless life.

I don't care if he showed no sympathy or is annoying me by asking about some f**king dumb name.

I'm not his mother, how am I supposed to know his name and then for a second I felt sorry for him thinking about his parents and how they would feel having a son that looked so unappealing and had a voice he'd made even the earth tremor under his feet.

Maybe if he was a bit nicer the sympathy would have been more that a second but in general I'm not a sympathetic person.

His voice echoed in the darkness adding more intensity to it.

Each blow was harder and I was slowly loosing consciousness but he won't let me close my eyes. He slapped me to open them as he continued to scream at at me.

"I.. told... you... already I... don't... know... your... name!"

"Please let me go! I beg of you!"

"I don't know your name or even who you are but if you tell me I would?"

When i asked him to let me go i was actually referring to him letting me die.

If he let me live I have to face the cruelty of the world and if he keep me here I have to face the harshness of a deranged man putting me through hell just to tell him his name, which I clearly made known I didn't know.

"You doooo! Now say it! LET IT OUUUUUT!"

How was I supposed to know the name of someone whose face I have never seen, which was both a joke and a fact, and whose voice was so cold and terrifying it drove a deeper meaning to fear into you.

There was something like a magnetic field around him which pulled at something deep within me, like my organs wanting to come out of my body through my pores, but it was only a feeling... A very uncomfortable and miserable feeling which no one should ever have to encounter and yet still it had to be me in this position and I was in excruciating pain.

"Mike?"

"Tttry againnn"

He spoke calmer but in a slithering voice like a snake.

He got off of me and I was now able to sit up so I dragged myself to a tree and tested my body at its trunk for support.

I spat the blood within my mouth and I stared at his action of rapping the thick metal chain around his arm.

He was quite muscular and strong for one could tell that the chain he casually carried around looked very heavy yet still he wielded it as though it weighed as little as a feather.

Quite impressive he was but I shook all good thoughts of him out my head since I didn't want to develop Stockholm's syndrome towards my kidnapper and even my killer, if I don't make it out alive.

" Dave?"

"Jonathan?"

"Bob?"

"Frank?"

"Daisy?"

I said with a mocking laughter

Yes, I was laughing and finding humour in a situation like this.

Maybe I was going crazy, who knew?

But I just couldn't stop the loud laughter of my delusional self which was angering him and he lost all patience once more with me.

Not like I care anymore. Why should I give two sh*t about what happens?

Let me die please

"No, no, no, no, no, nooooo!"

He dropped the chain and was pacing like a little child deep in thoughts then he stopped and looked me dead In the eye as he slowly stooped to my level.

He stroked my face and cleared some lingering hair that fell on it and the bright glow within his eyes turned soft.

For about five minutes we were like that.

Him caressing my face and me staring into his abyss like eyes.

I felt at home in them and for the very first time, I felt loved and everything within me told me he was good and that I should trust him but how can you trust someone who clearly kidnapped you and tortured you throughout a strange creepy forest so I ruined the moment.

"The face-less man?", I Whispered much to myself as I turned away from him but he still heard.

He widened his brimstone eyes and snarked like a beast. I still am unsure how he spoke or made sound without a mouth and heard without an ear and I'm pretty sure he smelled too, hahahaha.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"YOU MUST REMEMBER MY NAME. YOU KNOW IT. NOW TELL ME MY NAAAAME!"

I wished I was dead because the pain was too much. He was now holding me up against the very same tree by my throat.

I had no idea as to why this man was punishing me for not knowing his name.

Why was it important to him that I tell him?

Why was his name important to me?

How did I get here and why am I here facing a million forms of pain and agony but not dead as yet?

Am I in hell, is this what hell is?

"Just tell me your name if it is that important. I beg of you, please."

"I don't know your name or who you are so let me die in peace "

My voice was so raspy and the pain in my throat made it harder to talk but worst of all, his hand blocking my airway was pulling the strength out of me.

He got angrier each time I spoke and so I stopped talking but he was still choking me. This time I was surely being nocked out and he didn't hit at me to open my eyes, he was now killing me.

I was useless to him now so obviously he was killing me.

The sounds of the creatures in the forest died, the coldness chilling my body to a crystal was no longer felt, the pain surrounding my body went next, the remainder of my blood started heating my body up as it boiled and then everything faded as I was consumed in total darkness.

"Remember who you are, Remember where you came from."

"Find yourself, Look deep and hard, Search for what you lost."

"Don't give up but give in to the true you, Remember everything, Don't block it out child... remember."

"Remember who I am and what I can do for you, remember my name and all will become clear."

"Then you will finally be able to let me in."

"A war is coming and you are unprepared for it. If you don't start now this world and yours will be lost to despair and may never remember who you are, what you can do or what exist beyond this world."

Those words rung in my head over and over again.

They echoed in the darkness and bounced as though they were hitting a wall and being pitched back and forth crazily.

All this was total nonsense like the shit from a fairy tale but my life wasn't a fairy tale.

I was now in total darkness but I was able to hear my voice or was it my thoughts.

Maybe I'm in the afterworld now....

Hahaha hahaha haaaaa...

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