Prologue

It was quickly how things changed. Although, 6 years passed.

I was engaged with my first and only girl. She had came back from the inside of herself. At a great cost, but she was back.

Yes, I was happy...of that. In all this 6 years, there has no been a day I don't worry, care about...her.

We...I just left her there, frozen on the grass. Ran away afraid I would get caught. We panic. We ran and hide. We have run and hide for six years, and I have ran where she laid. She was not there. She's nowhere.

My fiancé appeared in front of me 2 years after we ran. She had been invisible all this time and had watched me and her family. She knows. She knows I've cried for her more than for her but still, fought for me again.

I have always had this feeling that she's alive. There was no body left in the scene and we searched for remains of her in every hospital, morgue in the city. Nothing.

Once my fiancé appeared, the victimizer of her, I questioned for what she had done to her, expecting the worst. She just said: "We just froze her" she confessed she did not wanted to kill her. Freezing her was a way to hide her for a sure unfortunate destiny.

So, yes, she was alive.

A month before my weeding, her mother talked to me, telling me she had known, by mother's sense, that she was alive. She asked me to go and search for her, because I was her closest friend, and the only person she knew was possible to find her and bring her back.

After I finished talking to her mother, my fiancé appears and tells me that she knows where she is.

Shock.

Before she gave me a useless explanation, I order her to take me where she is.

Amazingly, she agrees, takes my hand and, at the time of a wink, we step on fresh, soft beach sand.

-A draft from Freaks III