Yes! I know! There are enough of these out there! Make it stop! *Gag cough die* Well, I wanted to do this... again... Shut up!

This will be completely in first person. There will be no switching perspectives, like you see in some other stories, sometimes, even the professional ones *cough*twilight*cough*.

Anyway, yeah. I did some heavy proofreading this, and it's really just an introduction to the main character. I hope people enjoy. Leave a review after you've read it!

Once upon a time...

Okay, really? You want me to start off with that? How about no? I'm gonna try something else. Hold on... give me a moment...

Ugh... I don't know. Where should I start? I guess with who I am. My name is Evelyn. My grandmother on my father's side was named Evelyn, so I was named after her. Also, I have oculocutaneous albinism, or at least, that's what the doctor calls it. My hair is bleach blond, almost white, and my skin is very pale (very sensitive to sunlight) so the name fits since it means light. My dad had wanted to name me Michelle, and I'm kind of glad they didn't.

Anyway, it was a Wednesday, if I remember correctly, when I had a check up with my doctor. I was having some unusual pain in my back. It had started a weeks ago when I started rereading one of my favorite stories, The Lord of the Rings. It had been steadily getting worse.

I arrived at the doctor's office and signed in as per the usual. I sat down amongst several other patients. One girl with blond hair was sneezing and coughing up a storm. One young man looked like he was going to fall apart any minute. Another man looked like he couldn't wait to be out of there, and I couldn't help but empathize with him. I just wanted to hurry up and get it over with. I took at my book and began reading when that awful pain came back.

The man who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there noticed my discomfort. He suddenly stood up and sat next to me. He had a pleasant smile on his face, with his dark hair and grey eyes. I was a little unnerved by his approach, but I was in too much pain to care.

"Lord of the Rings, huh?" he said, motioning to my book. "Who's you're favorite character?"

"Uh..." With a little effort because of the pain, I thought about it for a moment. "Don't really know. In the book I guess I like Aragorn, but I like him more in the movie." The man scoffed.

"I prefer Boromir," he said with a grin. "He's just awesome. It's a shame he died so soon."

"Yeah, he's okay," I said with a shrug. "He just seems rather, I don't know, stuck up to me. Not that Aragorn is any better in the book, but yeah. I definitely like how they portrayed them in the movies."

"Ah," he said simply. "Well, do you have a least favorite character?"

"Arwen," I answered immediately. He looked at me funny. "And not because I like Aragorn, but she didn't do anything throughout the entire book! Or the movie really, and they made her out to be this uberly important character."

He laughed. "I guess your right."

"Luthien would have to be my favorite female character out of everything," I said. "She totally kicks ass. Unlike Arwen who didn't do a cotton-pickin' thing!"

"I get it you have a point," he laughed. I smiled. His laugh was nice, I noted.

"What about you?" I asked. "Who's your least favorite character?"

"Aragorn," he replied. It was my turn to scoff.

"Why?"

"I have my reasons," he said mysteriously. I huffed.

"Fine then, don't tell me," I pouted playfully.

"Are you flirting with me?" he laughed.

"No," I replied. "I don't think I am."

"Well, I think you are," he said with a mischievous grin. "So that means you are."

"I'm sorry," I said turning serious. "I didn't mean to flirt." He looked pretty disappointed.

"All right," he said. "I accept your apology." Then he mumbled. "Though I'm still disappointed."

I bit back a laugh when they called my name, which was weird cause he had been here before me. I ignored it and went into the office. For me, someone who was known to have serious medical issues since birth, even the slightest bit of pain could mean something awful was up. So, they checked me out. All my vital signs were normal, and they didn't see anything wrong with my back. They asked if I had been using proper body mechanics, and although I said I had, they advised to have my boss inspect my posture while working.

Once we were done, "We'll do some heavier testing later," said my doctor before sending on my merry way. I had expected as much since it was rather busy today, so I left with that.

I got home and continued to read my book, my pain coming back harder than ever before. Suddenly, I gagged. Not good! I ran to the toilet and ended up vomiting everything I had eaten for lunch that day. It was pretty bad. I prayed that it was just the stomach flu and not something more serious and life threatening.

Once I was finished, I decided to lay down in my bed and rest a little. I didn't even get out of my bathroom before my cell rang.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey, Eve, how did the doctor's visit go?" asked a feminine voice on the other line. It was my mother.

"Not good, they couldn't find anything, so they're going to do some further testing," I replied. There was a moment of silence.

"Do you want us to come down?" she asked suddenly. The entire family down here in Miami? You're probably thinking, oh it's just the family. Ah ha, you don't know my family. I'm the oldest of ten children! In fact, I was the only one in my family that was born without a twin or a triplet for about seventeen years! Do you even realize how embarrassing that would be? With every single child here? Yeah sure, some were teenagers, but teenagers, I think, are worse than toddlers. Diapers and tantrums were okay. Driving is not. When I have kids... No, if I have kids, they are staying toddlers forever!

"No, mom, it's okay," I said. "It's just a pain that comes and goes. I fact, I bet it's just my muscle cramping."

"Okay, if you think so," she said uneasily. "You take it easy."

"I will mom, thanks." I heard over the phone mom yelling at one of the kids. Yes, I am the oldest of ten children. My mom was a triplet, and my dad was a twin. So naturally, it's in their genes to have twins or triplets. After me, I was about seven when my mom had the triplets. All boys, and all looked alike. There were some differences if you looked at them, but it still confused my parents, especially when they would trade names. Since I was almost always with them, though, I could always tell. So they never try to play that one on me. Another five years later, mom had the twins, one boy and one girl, fraternal twins. They were a bit more on the... uh... nicer? side compared to the triplets who were loud and obnoxious (still). Then my mom had another set of triplets three years later. All girls, all identical, and, again, I was one of the few that could easily tell them apart. They didn't pull the stupid pranks their older brothers would play, so if my mom or dad got them mixed up, they would just correct them.

Last but not least, two years after the triplets, the last child was born. Not twins, not triplets, just one child, and the last, mom got her tubes tied after him. I guess he was my twin, although we looked nothing alike as babies. He's eight years old right now, and I love him to death. I was at that age of maternity for most girls, and although he wasn't my kid, it felt like he was, and he followed me everywhere once he could walk.

When I left home, I think he cried the most. When I call, he's always trying to yell at mom and get her to let him talk to me. It's so cute. He's the only one of my siblings I sorely miss. Yeah, I have plenty of babysitting experience. It was kind of why I got into the profession I'm in now.

After I got off the phone with mom, I finally got to relax and enjoy the rest of my evening. I laid down on my bed and pulled out my book one last time. I got through one page before the pain returned full force. Not being able to focus, I put the book down and tried to get some sleep.

It wasn't until nine o'clock that the pain finally receded, and I finally fell asleep.

I got up early the next morning, since I had work that day. There was no pain in my back, which I was grateful. I was one of the C.N.A.s at one of the local nursing homes, and as such, it was my responsibility, for today, to get residents up and ready for breakfast. Today, thankfully, I had an eight hour shift, which was rare, and so it was practically a day off for me. Getting up at five in the morning to be there at six was sleeping in compared to the usual. Normally I had twelve to sixteen hours of work, so this was a big deal.

I got dressed in the usual scrubs. It was a Monday so I didn't have much of a choice in color. Blue and white were the standard... oh joy...

I got in my car and revved up the engine. My '89 toyota Camry roared to life, and I could hear the engine moan and groan as it woke up from it's chilly slumber.

"Don't complain to me," I told it. "I haven't had my coffee yet." It groaned at me some more. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, we'll talk more on the way back."

Winter in Florida was cold, but cold was defined as 50 to 60 degrees rather than the bellow freezing you get up north, so I had a light sweater on, and that kept me warm for the most part. I had just gotten out onto the road when I got a call on my cell from work. I let out a sigh as I looked down at my accursed phone.

"Oh please, oh please, oh please, let it be that I do not have to come into work today," I prayed, knowing full well it was futile. Hampton was overly populated and under-employed despite it's five star rating.

"Hello?" I said. I was greeted by the overly cheery voice of Amanda, one of the registered nurses.

"Hey, Lyn!" she said. If there was ever a time I wished I was deaf, it was now. "Sara called in sick, probably partying too hard, can you cover the rest of her shift? It's only another four hours. James is covering the first eight, and since he wasn't really supposed to come in today, we were hoping you could stay after he left."

Ah geez! How could I refuse? "Sorry, Amanda," I replied. "I have important plans tonight, and I can't cancel them." I could almost see the smile disappearing off her smug face.

"You have plans on a Monday?" she laughed, much to my embarrassment. "Forgetting momentarily that it's a Monday, the fact that you have plans at all truly astounds me."

That's right, I thought bitterly, this is Amanda I'm talking to. Can't talk to her without being harassed on some level. "Yes, as it just so happens, rumors of my non-existent social life are greatly exaggerated. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get off the phone so I can drive. Thank you!" That said, I hung up the phone and lightly tossed it into the passenger side seat.

I made a left turn onto the highway towards the north part of the city. Miami was a pretty large city, but I had lived here all my life and knew it like the back of my hand. I loved it here. Despite how hot and humid it would get. I had visited my grandparents every now and again who lived up in New York. Once when I was younger, my family visited them for Christmas. It was snowing. I can remember hating my friends for making me look forward to a white Christmas. It was then that I had decided I hated snow.

It was during my senior year of high school that both of my grandparents died. It made my graduation very sad, especially since I was the oldest of their grandchildren. They had been really looking forward to see me graduate. My grandfather had been in the army during World War 2, and that was how he met my grandmother, whom I had been named after. It was your typical romantic story. My grandmother had been a nurse, and had been doing a checkup on grandpa. They instantly fell in love and got married about a year after the war ended.

It was their story that had helped me decide to become a nurse in the first place. I wasn't quite a nurse yet, but I was on my way with classes and all. I hoped to find my own soldier boy and live happily ever after like they did. Times had changed, however, since then, and men now were not like the men then. I was looking for a man that existed almost sixty years ago. Even then, they were pretty hard to find. Grandma Evelyn got really lucky.

I'm not going to say that I was perfect. Hell no! I've made my share of mistakes and had already lost my virginity to a boy who had promised me forever, but only stayed a month. I've gone out drinking and did my time making flat out foolish mistakes. The key was learning to accept them and move on.

This morning, however, I would probably live to regret. I didn't look out before making another left turn off the highway.

After that it was all a blur. A big eighteen wheeler ran right into my little car. Luckily, it was not going full speed. Still, twenty-five miles an hour can really do some damage. When I heard the crushing of glass, I knew my car was done for. I think I hit my head on the wheel, I can't rightly remember, cause everything went dark. I vaguely heard the sound of sirens some time later. However, soon all sound was gone, and nothing but pain remained.

Evelyn Anderson was taken to the hospital that morning. Her life was saved at the last moment, and she remains in a coma. Doctor's say that she will remain in a coma for the rest of her life.

This is short, but it's the prologue... sort of... There will be more. I had actually planned on putting this and the next chapter together, but I couldn't stop, so I made this one really short. The next one will be longer, I promise.

Rated for violence and language and possibly idealogical sensitive material. Stop reading now, if you are not mature enough to handle it.