“What?” I panicked as soon as the words left his mouth. Daniel has always been around and I always thought it was just coincidence. “You crazy!” I said as I swiftly turned around wanting to leave as soon as I could. Danny grabbed my wrist “I’m not lying to you, I could never lie to you!” He lifted his hand to my face and gently caressed my cheek. He was trying to comfort me, but I was to far gone. My breathe was uneven and my vision was beginning to blur. “Rosie, baby!” his voice was cut off by the lingering darkness. I woke up in a soft plush bed. I was comfortable, but that was suddenly ruined by many red flags. Strange bed, strange room, strange shirt, strange noises coming from what I guess was a downstairs. I screamed and flailed my arms and legs hoping someone would hear me. Light footsteps trotted up the stairs. “Rosie it’s okay, your alright.” Daniel rushed in placing his hand on my shoulder rubbing soothing circles up and down my arm. “Did I really die?” I spoke gently almost a whisper. “No, at least I don’t think so. You look the same, you talk to same, and even the same name.” I smiled at least I wasn’t a zombie or vampire. The Salvatore brothers put me to shame already as it is. Daniels face went blank and I was immediately worried. “Daniel, what is it?” I spoke in such a way I barely recognized. “You were in a coma, we thought you died. There is no reasonable explanation besides the fact that your memory went away.” Daniels voice was filled with hurt. “We can move on. I loved you then, and it’s clear by my feelings even now that I love you now.” I said with tears in my eyes. I just wanted to move on for everyone’s sake. -2 years later- I didn’t immediately go back into the spotlight of my giant acting career. Daniel and I were happily married with 2 kids. Our twins were our life and joy. Harlow and Faye were our two girls. Everyone says girls were made for there daddies, but our girls weren’t. They were made for the both of us. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. They were only 6 months but they already had there own personalities. Harlow was a firecracker always making a ruckus, she talked and played and was so bubbly. Faye was also a bit bubbling but she loved everything outside. I never got my memory back, but we did the best we could. We didn’t risk any medication or anything. I trusted Daniel to tell me everything. He would hold me at night and show me pictures and tell me stories. I trusted every word he said. I loved how my life was. I loved my family. Even though I didn’t remember it all.

My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness as they pushed there way open. Pockets of sweat bubbles above my brow as I desperately searched for familiarity. It was then I realized, I was trapped. I was trapped in a small contained space. I suddenly realized it wasn’t just any space, it was a tiny wooden box. The crate was just big enough to fit my body. I noticed my clothes had been ripped and I had bruises over half my body. Whoever put me in here was not careful at all. I had no idea how long I had been in there, but by the disturbing noises my body was making I had been in here for days if not weeks. I knew that if I did not have food or water soon I would start to whither away. I had to come up with some way to get out of here and quick. Would I ever be able to escape?

I will never forget the day I went to that little coffee shop on 3rd Avenue. I took an unusual turn on my way home from work and found myself hungry. I had a very long day and it was so tempting. I decided to go on inside. I sat my naively sat my purse down on a table and walked up to the front desk. I ordered my food and drink and when I went to pay I had noticed my wallet was still in my purse. I walked over only to find my card had been stolen or lost somewhere. After my crappy day all I could do was laugh. I said “All I have is $5.” The older lady looking not so impressed looked at me like a thief. Then out of no where a tall, dark, handsome man walks up and pays for my drink. I never thought to much about it. I politely said thank you, and asked if there’s anything I could do in return. He simply asked for my company on a walk. We walked and talked till the sun set. Never in a million years did I think he was my soulmate. Six years later and here we are a sunset, picnic, and the most amazing love for one another. It all started with $5.