DISCLAIMER IN CHAPTER 1.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, been swimming around in coursework and I haven't had the chance! But her'es chapter five! Enjoy! :)

Chapter five.

When I started to come round, the noises around me were distant – if I really focused I could hear some muttering and beeping, really high pitched beeping like a car alarm or a monitor. I took in a slow deep breath before my eyes quickly opened in pain, my ribs were screaming out in agony and I tried so hard to stop the pain I ended up holding my breath.

"Whoa, Cassie slow down."

I had to blink a few times before my eyes focused onto the man sitting at my bedside.

"S-Steve…?"

"Yes Ma'am… you took quite a beating Miss Ray."

Well I didn't need him telling me that, I was in agony but in some ways – I didn't mind feeling the pain, it was the pain which was telling me I'm still alive right now.

"How did you know I was in trouble…?"

I saw him look up at me with his piercing blue eyes, glancing at my injuries before gazing into my melting amber eyes.

"I'm not exactly sure, I just felt it…"

I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head, I bet I looked like I had been dragged through a hedge backwards right now – not the style I was heading for but then again, at least I'm still alive and kicking.

"That's… odd…"

Just before anything else was said my parent's walked into the room with two fresh cups of coffee in their hands.

"Ray!"

My dad rushed towards me, placing the cup of the table so quickly half of it's contents spilt all over the work top. I wasn't sure exactly when they would be here but I'm glad they were, I felt save with them and as they were both hugging me I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?"

I shrugged and winced slightly in the pain, stopping my laughter.

"Oh honey! Do you want me to get the nurse…?"

I rose a hand and shook my head, seeing the ring still on my finger.

"You've got to be kidding!"

I gripped my other hand around the metal and tugged but it still wouldn't budge, my parents were standing there with worried expressions and it was Steve who stood and took hold of my wrist, attempting to calm me down.

"What is it?"

He leaned in to whisper into my ear, but I just pulled away – tugging the sheets off me and sliding off the bed even with my parent's objections.

"Cassie!?"

"I need to get out of here before I hurt someone."

I think I made it to the door before my knees gave way and I clattered to the ground, the three of them rushed forward but screamed at them, tears streaming down my pale cheeks as my body began to shake.

"Ray…? Sweetie…?"

My father took a step forward and I slid myself back, pressing my back against the wall.

"Don't… Don't come any closer…"

My mother was crying now, I didn't want to worry them but this power that I now possessed could hurt them, I killed someone last night for fucks sake! I'm not their little girl anymore.

"Ray, you won't hurt me."

My father's voice was stern and I gazed up at him through the tears. The effects of last night's events have finally took hold of me, I guess this could all be just shock? But either way I can't let them too close.

"How can you know that…?!"

My father placed a hand on my arm and I shoved him back.

"No! Don't touch me!"

The doctors and nurses rushed into the room now and I felt their hands all over me, holding me down as I tried to struggle out of their grips. I felt like a mental patient in one of those movies, I know I wasn't insane, it isn't crazy to want to protect the ones you care so dearly for. If it is then most of the population she be locked up in a padded room.

"This will calm you down, okay Cassie?"

I tried tugging my arm away but the needle was already in my arm and the doctor was pressing the anesthesia into my blood stream. After a few seconds my vision started to lose its focus and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up Steve was gone and my mother was sat on the edge of my bed, brushing my hair. Whenever I was a child and I was scared or upset she would play or brush my hair to calm me down, I never understood why but it did calm me down and I didn't feel scared anymore.

"Mum… I'm sorry…"

"Don't worry sweetie, you were attacked in Central Park by two robbers. You were bound to be scared."

Okay, so I need to make sure I heard this right because it definitely was not two robbers that attacked me.

"Two robbers?"

She nodded and placed the brush back in her bag.

"That's what Mr Rogers said, it was lucky he arrived when he did otherwise we might have lost you…"

My mother's voice shook a little and I placed my hand onto hers, squeezing it gently.

"Yeah… I never got the chance to thank him."

Janie caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead before standing up.

"I'm sure he will come see you again, but right now we can get you home – the doctors have discharged you."

That was the first time I smiled since the attack, if there was one place in the world that I hated it would be hospitals.

"Thank god."

"Your father has gone to get the car so let's get you dressed."

The next day came quickly, I was currently home alone and bored out of my mind. My mum and dad wanted to stay but they had missed enough work already and I didn't want to cause any problems for them so reluctantly, they left me to my own devices.

"I thought English TV was shit."

I sighed and dropped the remote onto the cushion beside me, staring into space before glancing back down at it. Maybe I could try and get this power thing under control – I mean, if it is going to stay then I might as well learn to control it… right? Just at that moment someone knocked on the door and I leapt out of my skin, jumping up before clutching my ribs. They weren't as painful as the previous day but they still hurt like a bitch whenever I moved too quickly.

"W-who is it…?"

"Miss Ray, it's Mike. Some old Chinese guy dropped a parcel over for you."

I moved slowly to the door and opened it slightly before swinging it open a little wider.

"Sorry, I'm just still a little weary of people."

Mike shrugged and handed me a heavy box which was the size of a large book. What has this guy given me now?

"It's fine Miss Ray, I understand."

After that he just walked away, going back to his duties while I closed and locked the door behind him.

"What has the old guy got me now?"

I sat down on the sofa, crossing my legs and placing the box on my lap. For a few moments I just looked at it, curious but slightly scared at the thought of the contents. After a minute or two of debating to opening it, I tore the brown parcel paper and opened the box – revealing a large, worn and dusty book that looked century's old inside.

"Whoa…"

As I took out the book the door knocked again and I looked at it for a few seconds before standing up slowly.

"Who is it…?"

"It's Steve, can you let me in?"

I bit my lip and strolled over to the door, I wasn't really dressed for visitors as I was still wearing my pyjama shorts and a sweater. Well at least I had some make up on and my hair wasn't a mess.

"Okay… Two seconds."

I unlocked the door and opened it to see Steve standing their all mouth wateringly gorgeous as ever.

"I wasn't expecting to see you again."

He smiled and brushed his blonde hair back with his fingers.

"Well I needed to make sure you were still doing ok Ma'am."

I blushed slightly at that and stepped to the side as he walked into the apartment.

"Nice place Miss Ray."

I smiled and once again shut and locked the door behind me. I didn't want anyone just walking in.

"I didn't interrupt anything did I?"

I glanced at the book and shook my head.

"Of course not. Tea?"

"Black coffee would be great."

I nodded and walked to the kitchen, luckily I just made a pot of coffee so it was still fresh and hot. No effort needed as I poured the dark liquid into a large red mug.

"What is this exactly?"

I walked into the living room and sat on the sofa next to him, handing him his coffee before picking up the book.

"I'm not sure yet, I haven't opened it."

"Oh well don't let my presence stop you."

I chuckled and crossed my legs again, placing the book on my lap before opening it. Inside the pages were aged and crinkled in the corners and edges – I don't exactly know what this was supposed to be but it looked like information, diary entries and instructions.

"What is it?"

I placed my hand on the page and a huge gust of wind blew through the apartment from no where and the pages began to turn until it hit the centre of the book.

"What… Just happened?"

I glanced at Steve and picked up a small envelope with my name on it.

"It's a letter…"