Okay, so this is my little author's note. I've posted this story on another site, but I found out about this one so I decided to post it here too. It wasn't originally written in chapter form, so just go with the chapters right now. They'll be organized better as the story goes on. I hope you guys like it because I love writing and I already have the first 8 chapters done!

To Be With You

Chapter 1: Another place to fall

Are you proud
To have founded a brand new behavior
With hatred and hurt as your savior
But nobody's choosing to follow
So you choke back the tears and you swallow

Meredith turned her overhead light off and opened the small window. It was a little after midnight, making the lights on the wing the only thing she could see. She didn't mind though; she was traveling alone and it gave her something to focus on. After all, the flight was relatively empty and most everyone was asleep.

She put her right elbow on the armrest and placed her chin in her hand as she stared out into the abyss. The sky seemed never ending and for a moment, she wished she could just disappear inside of it.

"Ma'am?"

Meredith jerked her head to the left, looking at a smiling flight attendant, "Yes?"

"Could I get you anything?" she asked, "We have blankets and pillows if you'd like one."

"Oh, no, I'm fine," Meredith said with a small, polite smile. The woman returned the smile before heading down the aisle. Meredith turned her head again and focused on the lights.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying with American Airlines. We will be arriving in Seattle in about an hour. I hope you enjoyed your flight and that you chose to fly with us again," the pilot said relatively quietly into the overhead speaker, stirring a few of the passengers.

Meredith twirled her watch around her arm nervously. She didn't know what she should expect when she got there. She had no idea what kind of condition the house would be in or even if it was in a good part of town anymore.

She picked her purse out of the seat next to her and opened it. She pushed past a few things, something at the bottom sparkling up at her. She stared at it for a moment before looking away and pulling out her wallet. She opened it and looked at the small picture holder inside. She stared at the small picture for a while, wishing that she could go back to who she was then.

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She paid the cab fair before pulling her three bags up the sidewalk and then up to the house. She stopped and pulled out an old key before trying to open the door. After a small amount of difficulty, she unlocked the door and stepped inside.

She dragged her bags over the threshold and put them down in the foyer, allowing the glass doors to swing shut behind her. She scrunched her nose disapprovingly as she looked around the dust-covered foyer.

She slowly walked into the house, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. She peered into the living room, almost fearing that her memories would become animated again.

When nothing moved in the dark room, she slowly walked in, flicking the light on as she went. She walked around the perimeter of the room, hearing only her heels as she grazed her fingertips against the dusty mantle. She stopped as she reached a familiar photograph. She gently picked it up, carefully blowing away the dust and clearing it off completely with a brush of her fingertips.

She looked at it closely, realizing how much it reminded her of the picture in her wallet, only a generation earlier. She examined the people, only imagining the lies and deceit hidden behind each visage except one. The child, so innocent, had no idea what was still yet to come.

Feeling her emotions move too fast, she hastily placed the picture back on the mantle, never noticing how crooked and out of place it was. She walked through the rest of the living room, images flashing before her eyes.

Most people she knew couldn't remember things before the age of six or seven. Her memory was different. She remembered just about everything. She could remember things that happened when she was just two or three years old. They were mockingly plastered into her mind and showing themselves through out the house.

She walked back into the foyer and looked up at the stairs. Her eyes trailed down to the bottom step. She had many memories there. Sometimes she was with other people sitting on that step, but usually she was alone and waiting. She began to wonder how naïve she must have been to actually wait there everyday and never give up. It must have been the innocent optimism of a child.

She slowly placed her foot on the first step, her hand finding its way to the banister. Cautiously, she made her way upstairs, noting every aspect of every step. She walked down the narrow hall, finding her way to a familiar room. She pushed the door open, not surprised at what she found.

The room hadn't been touched. She wasn't sure if that was out of sorrow or rejection. She took a few steps further into the room and examined the light pink walls. Butterflies and flowers were stenciled along the ceiling, adding a personalized border. There was a small-canopied bed. The headboard was wooden, painted white with another stenciling on it. In a pretty pink shade, her name had been written in curly letters.

Meredith walked over to the bed, letting her fingers graze the letters. She sat down on the small bed, the unused springs squeaking a little. She placed her small hands in her lap as her eyes danced around the rest of the room, her memories blurring her vision once more.

She looked back down at the bed and the small, delicate pillow. She picked it up and held it close to her for a few minutes before placing it back down. She stood up and took another look at the dark, untouched room. She headed back to the door and closed it behind her, deciding that room should remain untouched.