Intro

Whack. Wham. Scratch. Sizzle. Searing. There were so many analogies that could be used to describe the overwhelming feeling of pain that was pulling at her head. Even in the state of pain, it irked her to know that there didn't seem to be an adequate word to describe the amount of pain she was feeling. It only seemed to increase as Rosalie drew her eyebrows into a furrow.

Where was she? Her eyes fluttered open and she immediately shut them. Crack. Burn. Fire. A few new words for every feeling. She tried to regain her composure and opened her eyes again. Nothing. Na-dah. Zilch. These words were to describe what she saw as she opened her eyes. She definitely wasn't blind but was no where able to make out anything,

Rosalie's new thought was to drag her arm above her eyes and wave them wildly in front of them just to see if she wasn't dreaming. Her arms wouldn't move. Frozen. Still. Immovable. What she wanted to do most was to take a big exhale but her body could not even manage the simple task.

Then she noticed it. Beep. Beep. Boop. The sound wasn't overly subtle but the screaming pain inside her body had distracted her from noticing the only sensation she was able to feel besides pain – hearing.

Calm down. Think about other thoughts. The noises must mean that I'm in a hospital? Rosalie attempted to sort out her thoughts to rid herself of the pain. Her pain management plan wasn't working as she had hoped but luckily a faint click was heard. The familiar squeak of a door opening was heard. She was sure of that much anyway.

“Oh dear lord! Her eyes are open!” screamed a feminine voice. With that note, Rosalie could make out the sounds of several hurried foot steps coming through the door. It was then she realized she had another sensation – touch.

She was poked more times than she cared for. Her body was prodded in uncomfortable places, and the worst part was...she could do absolutely nothing. By now the pain she was feeling was pushed beneath the awkwardness of her situation. She opened her mouth to talk but only a few shrill noises were emitted.

“So you can't speak,” a deep masculine voice stated. She could not even respond by shaking her head. The only thing that accompanied his statement was the sound of his pencil writing on a board. “While she can't seem to respond yet, it does seem that she has a somewhat understanding of her situation at this moment. She can hear and feel but not talk or see.” He demonstrated by taking out a flashlight and moving back and forth over her eyes.

“I can tell our patient seems to be in quite a bit of pain. That's to be expected, of course. Please up her morphine level so she can be comfortable. The healing process will take much longer than were used to,” the doctor placed his hand on Rosalie's hand. Somehow instead of comforting like it was meant; the hand felt cold and distant.

“Don't worry Mrs. Ellis, you're alive!”

Mrs. Ellis? Alive? What did he mean by all that?

Instead of the happiness it was intended to bring, she could think of only one word it brought to her:

Frustration.

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Chapter One

What are those noises? There seemed to be too many noises clashing together for Rosalie to make out the differences. Piano...screaming...rough screeches? Nothing seemed to fit together.

Rosalie woke with a start. Breathing deeply, she tried to recenter her thoughts. It was the same dream again. It was just a collection of the same noises every night. There was no scenery or people, just sound. The dream was really starting to irritate her more than her current situation.

It had already been a week since she had woken up. Day by day, her vision was growing stronger. The objects that were once distinct blurs were becoming realistic images.

Her recovery was going well. She hadn't learned any of what had happened yet, and she felt that the male doctor was trying to make her focus on regaining her senses before piling on what and who she was.

“You didn't sleep well?” a smooth male voice said from a distance. As Rosalie refocused her eyes, she was starting to make out the details of his appearance.

The doctor appeared to be a man of large stature. She guessed him to be around 6 feet tall give or take a few inches. His hair was medium length as far as male hair went, and while he seemed to be tidy enough in appearance; he wore his clothes rather loosely. It was a shame she couldn't make out his facial details. He appeared to be quite a good looking doctor around her age.

“Has your vision returned to normal?” the doctor asked. She heard a click as he began to write down her recent development on his clipboard.

“Mostly,” Rosalie said unenthusiastically. “Excuse me, I know this is a bit sudden...and I realize you must have your reasons for not mentioning before hand but...could you tell me about what happened to me?”

The doctor who had been inspecting her overall health while she was talking mumbled to himself. His words were not coherent as far as what Rosalie could make out.

“My name is Jaedon Lowell. Dr. Lowell if you please,” Jaedon continued on ignoring the question at hand.

Fortunately, she didn't seem to notice as the conversation took a turn. It was probably hard enough for her to function. The older woman was going to have quite a journey on her way to recovery.

“Nice to meet you,” she replied with a smile. “My name is...” Rosalie trailed off and frowned. “My...name,” she stumbled over her sentence. Her forehead creased together in frustration as she took in the confused look on his face.

“I don't know,” She whispered in horror.

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Chapter Two

“Interesting development!” The doctor exclaimed from his seat next to Rosalie. His face changed to show a look of pure delight.

“You're saying it's interesting that I don't have any memories? That I don't even know my own name? How old I am? Where I come from?” Rosalie asked inquisitively. Anger started to bubble within her. Dr. Lowell didn't seem to be a bit concerned about her welfare at the moment.

She found it rather strange that he didn't answer her earlier question. Rosalie had a gut feeling that he knew more about her than he was letting on. On the other side, Dr. Lowell almost seemed unwilling to hand over her personal information. What kind of doctor was he?

“I believe it's about time you told me about my situation, Dr. Lowell,” Rosalie responded coldly. “As your patient, it is my right to know all about my personal situation.” She took note that he had listened to what she said but did not make an effort to calm her anger.

“Patient did not retain memory...” Dr. Lowell mumbled to himself. “However, language is still perfectly in tact.”

“Dr. Lowell,” Rosalie attempted to cut him away from his note taking. “I'm glad you find this fascinating but it's time to put down your pen so you can talk to your patient.”

“If you cannot remember what your name is; how do you know it's your right to know all this information?” He asked giving her a quick glance up.

“You are deflecting my question, Dr. Lowell. Please do not redirect this back to me,” she smiled wickedly at him. Rosalie was actually feeling rather confident that she was getting a grasp of his personality. Dr. Lowell was not much of a talker, but she was not going to give up until she got her answer.

“Patient has not retained prior memories but is successful in forging new memories from this week,” Dr. Lowell continued to mumble observations about the patient in front of him.

“YOU!” Rosalie said in a high pitched voice that did not sound right at all. She let out an exasperated cry of defeat. No matter how many times she brought up the same question; it never seemed to be answered.

Dr. Lowell had to be given credit for not out-right ignoring her. He gave her a response every time she asked. The “answer” was never close to the subject at hand.

With the last few notes in his book jotted down, he put his pen back into his coat pocket. He stood up and gave her a smile. It looked rather charming on the surface, however, Dr. Lowell's eyes lacked the emotion that should follow one.

“Good night, Calysta,” Dr. Lowell said as he walked out of the room with a smirk on his face.

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Chapter Three

“How can you stand him?” Rosalie asked the female nurse who was tending to the room. She stopped her work and gave Rosalie a confused look.

“Are you talking of Dr. Lowell?” she asked to clarify.

“Who else would I be referring to?” Rosalie raised her eyebrows. The nurse seemed to be taken a back from her sarcastic tone of voice.

“Forgive me, Miss Calysta. There are a few males around this place but I should have known you were speaking of Dr. Lowell,” the nurse flashed Rosalie an apologetic smile.

“I'm not sure if you will believe me but Dr. Lowell isn't as bad as you think. He certainly has a different personality than most but that is because...” she trailed off trying to sum up the right way to phrase it.

“You just need time to adjust to his personality. That's all,” She smiled sweetly as she talked about Dr. Lowell.

“I guess if you can talk about him with that kind of smile on your face...he couldn't be all that bad,” Rosalie said with deep thought.

“I'm glad you feel that way, Miss Calysta!” The nurse said with an exuberant tone before collecting dirty linen and removing herself from the room.

That was another thing bothering her. It had been many months since she had woken from her coma. The only thing she learned about herself was her name was Calysta. She rolled the name over in her mind; it was familiar but didn't seem quite right.

She had a gut feeling it wasn't her name and it wasn't even her full name either. She could have swore Dr. Lowell had called her something else when she had first woke up. The memory was so far back she couldn't remember.

The door to the room opened pulling Rosalie from her previous thoughts. She glanced up to notice Dr. Lowell approaching her bed. He looked rather unkempt and it suited him rather well she thought.

“Good afternoon. I apologize for my absences recently. I've been having to spend a lot of my time at the hospital recently,” Dr. Lowell explained to her.

“At the hospital? Aren't we at the hospital now?” Rosalie questioned him furrowing her eyebrows in deep thoughts. She found his personality really irksome. Even as she asked the question, her instincts told her Dr. Lowell wouldn't be answering them.

“How is your rehab sessions going with Miss Christensen?” Dr. Lowell asked as he cleared his throat.

“Good. I am standing on my own now. I think I'll be close to walking soon,” Rosalie responded. “I can't wait to use a toilet for the first time in forever,” She said lamely trying to converse with him.

There was a calendar on the wall not far from her bed. She counted the days, the weeks, and even the months since she had woke . Seven long months had already passed. Rosalie had not seen a single person besides Dr. Lowell and a few of his staff. She had been feeling very lonely without anyone to talk to.

“Does my family know I'm here?” Rosalie decided to probe him regardless of him answering. She watched as he continued to stare out the window completely ignoring her question.

“Geez!” she cried out with frustration. “I've been trying to put my life back together and you've been making it awfully hard! “

Tears of frustration streamed down her face relentlessly. Rosalie turned to see Dr. Lowell in the same position he was before. He hadn't moved to look at her even once.

She narrowed her eyes at him and lowered her gaze to see his clipboard in his hand. If he wasn't going to help her, she might as well take it upon herself. Before he had time to react, Rosalie swiftly snatched the clipboard away from Dr. Lowell.

“What are you --” Dr. Lowell started to protest.

Rosalie leaned to the side of her bed so he could not retrieve the clipboard. Dr. Lowell had been so intent on taking notes she wouldn't be surprised if there was a novel written about her on this clipboard. A stunned look settled over her face as she glanced at the first page.

There was a mutilated looking dragon doodle on the front page of the clipboard. From the looks of it, the drawing could have been done by a six year old. She flipped to the next page to find another doodle that looked somewhat like a bird. Even a few pages down there were only horrid drawings.

“It seems I wasn't cut out to be an artist,” Dr. Lowell chuckled.

“I'm glad your movement seems to be returning to normal. Miss Christensen seems to be doing her job rather well,” He reached over and retrieved the clipboard from the stunned woman.

“Are you screwing with me? You never tell me anything! To make things even worse, I thought you had been diligently taking notes about my recovery and you're fucking drawing on your clipboard! Your the worst person I've ever met...at least I think,” Rosalie said quite out of breath.

“Hmm...probably,” was Dr. Lowell's only reply as he exited the room.

Rosalie kicked the covers off from her bed. Screw Dr. Lowell! There was no way Rosalie was going to stay here and take his crap any longer. She angrily ripped every cord that was still attached to her. Even if she had to crawl she was going to leave this room.

Very shakily she stood up. Leaning on the wall for support, she looked out the window. From what she could tell this wasn't the ground floor of the building. Rosalie's window escape plan was out of the question.

Finally at the door, she made her way out of it. The hallway of the building was desolate which Rosalie found strange. There were no nurses in sight nor any sort of medical cart or equipment.

Finding her way to the large elevator doors at the end of the hallway she clicked the button. It wasn't long before a ding sounded and the doors opened. As she glanced at the mirrors inside the elevator, Rosalie let out a piercing scream.

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Chapter Four

Rosalie stared in horror at her reflection in the mirror. Who was that person?

She frantically touched her face all over just to see if she was dreaming. Scars seemed to mar every inch of her face. One of her eyes was even deformed to the point that she was surprised tears could still flow out of them.

The elevator doors closed shut on her. She turned around and pushed every elevator button that she saw. Anything to distract her from the mirrors as this point was welcomed appreciatively. It was no wonder Dr. Lowell had a hard time maintaining eye contact with her.

Rosalie thought it was his personality at first. He seemed disinterested in people in general but at this point her only conclusion was that it was because she was very unsightly. Those poor nurses who had taken care of her had to look at this every day.

She tried to shake the immense depressed feelings from her heart. She had known her face was scarred; Rosalie could feel them just putting a hand on her face but the reality of it haunted her. As the elevator opened at each floor, Rosalie began to pray that no one would see her. Turning back to look in the mirror once more; she twitched in disgust.

“This is real,” She whispered to herself in horror.

“Ground Floor. Parking lot,” the mechanical female voice of the elevator announced.

Rosalie flew out from the elevator. Her eyes darted to the left and then to the right before turning to look back at the elevator. She picked up an object that seemed solid off the parking lot floor and flung it a fit of hysteria at the mirror.

The mirror was no match for the collision as it impacted and shattered in to many fragments. An alarm started to sound as the doors closed and the elevator doors shut. The lights dimmed out and Rosalie find herself in the dark by herself.

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“Sir, the alarms have been activated in the elevator area,” one of the security guards said nervously.

“I know. I can hear that,” Dr. Lowell replied gruffly.

“What should we do, sir?” He asked patiently.

“Turn off the alarms.”

“Turn them off? Sir! There has been a breach in security,” The guard said cautiously.

“I told you! I know!” the doctor snapped.

The guard contemplated his words carefully before leaving without a word.

Jaedon turned his attention back to the security cameras he brought up on his computer. He had thought that she might have tried to leave after he walked out. She did not fail to amuse him. The door to his office opened and he sighed heavily.

“What do you want?” Jaedon said clearly irritated.

“Shouldn't you help her, Dr. Lowell?” a feminine voice asked.

As he glanced up from his desk, he was surprised to see a short woman with orange hair standing before him in a white lab coat. It was one of his personal staff, Elizabeth Christensen.

“Miss Christensen! What is the meaning of this? Were you not supposed to be supervising her rehab this afternoon?” Jaedon propped his head against his hand as he waited for her response.

“I find it rather hard to work with my patient when she has fled because of someone,” she shot him a look.

Jaedon raised his eyebrows at her forwardness. It was unlike her to say something so openly.

“Lizzie, I think you are adopting my patient's short fuse personality,” he found himself grinning at her with amusement.

“Why are you treating her like this?” Elizabeth asked him earnestly.

“What do you mean? I have only my patient's best interests at heart,” He replied with feigned innocence. Elizabeth even thought she saw him bat his eyelashes at her.

“I find that hard to believe. If you did, you wouldn't be watching her struggle to leave,” she said as she sat on a corner of his desk to look at his computer screen.

“Oh, Lizzie! You know me too well...”

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notes

The Woman

Name: Rosalie Calysta Ellis
Alias: Calysta
Age: 34 Years
Birthday: February 29th
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Race: Human

The Bonds

Father: Henry Harrington
Mother: Susan Harrington
Brothers: One older brother
Sisters: One older Sister
Friends: Jaedon
Spouse: Charles Ellis
Sons: None
Daughters: Jewel Ellis

The Physical

Hair: Black; waist-length; wavy at ends; Bangs
Eyes: Light brown
Mouth: Full Plump lips
Facial: Cold intimidating look/expression
Body: Curvacious; wider frame type
Breasts: 36 - C cup
Skin: Creamy white; has scars marring the body all over. Heavier in the face area than other areas.
Height: 5 foot; 6 inches
The Extras

Background:The Harrington family had good relations with the Ellis family before they started the Ellis company. Rosalie and Charles grew up together as childhood friends. They lived near each other, and started dating when they were young. The two had their first daughter, Jewel Ellis, when Rosalie was 16. Charles and Rosalie were married when they turned 18. Rosalie was married to Charles for 12 years. Rosalie went missing after she got into a horrendous car crash at the age of 30. Charles was later legally separated from her not long after the cops believed her to be dead.

She is actually very much still alive, but unable to come home until Jaedon is finished helping her survive on her own. Jaedon (Half-god/Half-Human) currently uses his blood to keep her alive, but it wears off quickly. (You could say she's pretty much undead at the moment; or supposed to be dead.)

Clothing:
While Calysta lived in the Ellis Mansion she wore mainly modern dresses. However, after the car accident, she became the Secretary of Jaedon. Her attire switched to office attire such as business suits and blazers.

Accessories: Wears wedding ring, earrings, and a Sapphire necklace.

The Personality:
Before the accident, Rosalie was more of a care free person. She let nothing bother her and had an highly optimistic outlook on most situations. Her most treasured moment was the birth of her baby girl, Jewel, whom she smothered with love.

After the accident, Rosalie's personality changed drastically. Her connection with people slowly vanished and the person she once was distorted. Her face and body had horrible scars and burns which caused her to feel like a reject in society. Her personality is now more cold and intimidating and her motherly instinct left has she has not seen Jewel in over four years. However, she works as Jaedon's secretary and keeps a strictly professional air about herself.

art

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Credits

Profile by boogleloo
Story by Korean
Art by Lavabeast
Lyrics by Maroon 5