Felicity's POV.

Confessing my love for Kendrick made everything in my heart feel right, I didn't need to be afraid anymore. The only concern I have now is my lack of memory of what happened to me before I woke up. Why was I so traumatized, what did I do wrong?

I decided to not think about it, instead I opened the door to the practice room and walked in with my head held high. "Felicity, you back! It's so good to see you," Mr. Vanderhoof quickly approaches me with his arms raised. Instinct takes over, I back up and flinch. "Felicity?" I open my eyes to look at him, I didn't even realize I had shut them. "I-I'm s-sorry." I unfold my limbs and stand normally. I couldn't help my reaction when I saw him raise his arms towards me, I thought he was going to hit me. No matter how long it's been, when pain has been inflicted on you you can't help but fall back into the reactions that were ingrained in you, day after day, night after night. The look on his face said it all, the hurt in his eyes telling me he was affected by my actions, so to ease the tension I smile broadly at him and slowly step forward. I place my hand on his shoulder, "it's been a while Mr. Vanderhoof, I'm so glad to see you. I've missed your lessons immensely." His shoulder under my hand completely relaxes and removing my hand I take a step back and towards the piano.

"Do you know what you want to play for the concert?" Mr. Vanderhoof asks me. I pull out the different music sheets from my bag, "I have a few choices. I was thinking I could play them for you and we can choose between which one is the best to perform. I have my heart set on two of them but I just don't know which to pick!" He smiles at the slight worry in my face, he knows without saying that I want my performance to be perfect. Especially now more than ever seeing as Kendrick will be attending.

"Take a seat Felicity and let's begin," he motions to the piano bench and I immediately follow his lead. I pull the bench out from underneath, sit down and set out each music piece with my two favourite choices left for last. I will be playing four pieces for us to choose from and I'm hoping by the end of this lesson I will have made my choice. I begin to play, absorbing myself into each piece, playing with all my heart. I move quickly through the first two pieces and move on to the third. I love this piece but still I'm not sure it's not the one.

I finish the third and move on to the last piece, this is the one I'm slowly swaying towards performing for the concert. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, place my hands over the keys and begin to play.  This piece has always resonated with my heart, the beautiful combination of the notes, the pretty flickering motion of my fingers. I remember listening to my mother play it over and over again, and tears begin to pool behind my eyes. As I continue the song begins to change, I move my hands to the farther end of the piano reaching the lower notes, the music begins to flow slower and deeper. As the music progresses more sorrowfully and intense, I feel a tear drop from my eye.

Slowly the piece begins to pick up but still has those sad deep notes behind it. A memory begins to flicker in my mind as it gets to the terrifying notes. It makes me think of the sounds of someone running away, of doom be falling someone. Again there is a flicker of an image in my mind and I remember things in quick imagines. I remember my father, what he did to me, the way he killed my mother, how I was raped by him, sold to the rogue and taken from Kendrick. The notes begin to sharpen and deepen, and build up into a crossendo, horror resounding in the notes. I remember. I'm beginning to remember everything. Suddenly I remember the last and the worst memory, the one that caused all my memory to disappear. I killed him, I killed my father!

Suddenly there's a bang and a scream. Fear spikes up my spine along with pain and I can't move no matter how hard a try. I hear a voice yelling at me with worry, I think it's saying my name but my ears are ringing and I can't hear anything. The voice keeps shouting, I don't know who it is, or what they're saying.

I killed him, I killed my father. He raped me. I remember my whole life being one of horrible acts and pain. Although I didn't forget everything that happened in my life, it's as if right now I'm seeing every horrible thing that's ever happened to me play out before me like a bad movie, except it's one where I'm the star and there is no escape from the harsh reality. I remember the way he used to be, the sweet caring man that disappeared from my life. Then I see pictures of the death of my mother, the first hit he ever gave me, the death of my childhood best friend Adrian, the escalation of his abuse, the men, the Ruler of the Rogues.

I open my mouth and scream and scream but still I hear nothing. His horrible face is center stage. I see the faces of all the men he sent up to my room or had me 'entertain', each man that raped me and when I was younger the women, and the humiliation from the man who tormented me infront of his rogue pack. I killed him, I killed my father. I remember the look in his eyes as I took away his last breath. The glaring appearence of his severed head, his slashed genitals. At the time it felt so good to do while my brain was dripping into insanity, now I feel awful and disgusted with myself. I killed a man, I took a life. It doesn't matter if he was the worst of the worst. I took a life. How can anyone look at me the same way? I am not a murderer, I can't be! I don't want to be like him! To become him! He killed my mother and so I killed him! That doesn't make what he did to me any better, it doesn't make me feel better, it makes me feel dirty!

My vision that was blurring begins to smoothen and clear, and I can see again. I look around me and now see why I'm in pain. I fell on the ground. Mr. Vanderhoof is standing before me, I can slightly make out the words he says and read on his lips that he's calling my name. I think he's asking if I'm okay. Slowly the ringing fades and my hearing comes back. I can now know he is indeed saying my name and asking me if I'm okay, trying to help me.

There is a sudden bang and crash, the door flies open and falls to the ground and I'm immediately wrapped in warm familiar arms. He's here, he came for me. I raise my hand to his face and press it against his cheek. I feel him rub under my eyes and ask if I'm okay, I just nod in answer. I try to get up from the ground but stumble, the bench that fell with me now moved away. What felt like hours was just a few short minutes.

"I'm right here Felicity, I came right away. I'm right here. I'm taking you back to the house." I take a deep breath and focus on his face. I feel Kendrick lift me in his arms. He walks with me to the door to return to the pack house so I can be away from all the outside stimulation and overwhelming people.

Just as we reach the door I yell, "WAIT!" I tilt my head as best I can and look at Mr. Vanderhoof. "That's the one, that's the one I'm going to perform. It's perfect. It's the one and only one I will play." Mr. Vanderhoof just nods his head at me silently, fear and anxiety in his eyes. I can tell by the look on his face he's clearly reluctant to let me play it, especially after today.

I turn back around and whisper to myself, "That's the one," and then we're off towards the cars and Kendrick drives me to the pack house in silence. He's not saying a word and I know he's thinking of what just happened. I open my mouth and say the only thing that's important right now, "I remember, I remember everything."