In a way, you could call this a story version of a trailer. I won't be continuing this story until after Familiar Faces is finished. But I was so absorbed in this idea that I couldn't wait to write it. This is a very short chapter because I don't want to give so much away already. But the chapters after this, whenever they are put out, will be longer. I promise ;) Please review and tell me if you want me to continue or just comments. Each and every one is greatly appreciated.

"Stop struggling..." The doctor growled, shoving Aria's petite body against the hard metal board behind her. As he finished haphazardly stitching up her bleeding abdomen, the doctor left the room to get gauze wraps. Aria slid her wrist slowly out of the restraint and grabbed a scalpel that was lying next to all the rest of the torture tools. She flipped her wrist over so that the sharp tool was pressed up against her arm and the metal board as she slid her hand back in.

As the doctor came back, he snorted as Aria whimpered in pain. "Get used to it." He wrapped the gauze tightly around her bleeding areas and unbuckled the restraints to her arms and legs.

Aria pretended to leave as the doctor turned his back on her, beginning to write notes and observations in a folder. Aria ripped the wrap from around her mouth and readied the scalpel. Before the doctor could detect her presence, Aria tackled the man to the ground and tied his wrists together. She elbowed him into the jaw and took no hesitation as she drove the scalpel into the doctor's eyeball. The man let out a blood curdling scream and Aria could hear the loud foot steps and yelling of the other doctors. Aria took the opportunity and darted for the nearest exit. The freezing midnight air chilled her insides as Aria shoved the door open and took a deep breath of the clean air. She bolted away from the wicked building and the people inside, not once looking back.

Run, Aria. Just keep running. Don't stop no matter how much it hurts. This is your only chance to get out of here.

Aria could feel the fresh stitches that littered her stomach coming close to popping out as she ran. She fought the strong urge to cry out in pain as the cool air burned the open wounds on her body. But she that she had to keep running. It was the only way she was to get away of that hellish asylum.

The only thing covering Aria's paper thin body as she escaped was hastily wrapped gauze around her chest and torn up, vomit dyed shorts. Her face was pale and nearly lifeless. The hospital slippers placed on her feet were no match to the rough forest ground her feet kept colliding against. She could feel twigs and other objects stabbing against the soles of her feet with each step she took. The fresh, chilling air now felt surreal to Aria. The sounds like the easy blowing of the wind and the woodland animals scurrying around, struck her as a dream. For so long, all that she knew was the feeling of isolation and the heart breaking, gut wrenching sounds of other patients tortured screams.

None of that mattered now though.. After two years in that place people call a 'rehab center', she was finally free. Even though Aria knew she was far away from Hell on Earth, she kept on going, it was the only thing she felt she could do. Frightened that someone was after her, Aria couldn't stop. No matter how much her body tried to convince her otherwise.

After what seemed to her like a few miles, Aria gave out. She collapsed next to a nearby tree and unwillingly emptied the contents of her stomach on to the forest ground. She could no longer see the tall, grey building from where she was kneeling. The building that snatched and destroyed any sense of innocence left in her. Aria knew that she was different now. The pure, but wrongly accused girl who entered that asylum died in there. The one that escaped, alienated and reserved, was born there.

When Aria gained some more strength to keep on going, she wandered through the dark, empty forest until she could spot a illuminated town in the distance. She leaned against an old looking tree and for the first time in two years, cracked a small smile. She slid her tired form to the ground, mesmerized by all the bright lights contrasting against the dark, night's sky. Something caught her eye as she watched a few cars pass through some streets near her. A big green sign that read...

Welcome to Rosewood