Everything was grey, grey concrete walls, grey concrete floors. Wooden bench held together by grey nuts and bolts. And the guard in a grey uniform, a dark grey nightstick in one hand, the other held a set of grey keys. Which he used to unlock the final door between me and him. The guy who had ruined my life

It was strangely like the movies, only without the dramatic music. Plastic sheets seperated two rows of chairs and tables facing each other. I just had to pick up the telephone and we could talk. I looked up from the black handle to the person I hadn't seen for almost eight years.

He hadn't changed much. Light brown, messy hair, square face with his jaw pushed slightly forward. Dark brown eyes – though in my nightmares they were white, like a ghost that wouldn't stop haunting me -.

He was still scrawny and I noticed a few faded bruises littered his skin. For a second I felt guilt in how pleased I was to see those bruises until a slow grin formed on his face as I sat down. He leaned forward, phone in hand, eager to say something.

I hesitated for only a second.

Remembered all the people who had told me this was a bad idea. Confronting the past was a bad idea. Then I pushed their voices away and picked up the phone.

“Hello Catherine, long time no see, tell me, how have you been since I last saw you?”

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The first chapter is fictional, I never actually did this. But I think if I ever did any kind of story of my life I would properly use this as my opening xD

I'll continue writing this personally, but probs won;t post it as after German stuff pretty much goes downhill, very far down and i don't really want you guys to have to learn about it xD

updated Oct 14 '11 by Cat_Monty