I was in a room with 7 people. Actually, one same face on the seven bodies- each wearing a differently coloured shirt. The one wearing a red shirt walked forward and smiled warmly. My heart leaped forward and tugged at the rest of my body to move towards him but I remained frozen in my spot.

"Remember me, Ally?" He asked.

This is a dream.

It's not real.

"Oh but it is real, Ally. Aren't you happy to see me?" He asked. I shook my head at him. Not possible. This is just the dark witch playing tricks on my mind.

"You're not real, Noah." I begged myself to get up but to no avail.

"I am-"

"You're not real!" I screamed angrily.

He pushed me against the wall and pushed a knife into the flesh of my left hand. I screamed in pain and tried to push him off me. I felt the warm blood dribble down my arm as I watched him. He still looked calm and had genuine affection in his eyes.

"You see, Ally, Noah is mentally and emotionally drained. As a survival mechanism, we've separated from him. I'm the part of Noah that represents love. Which by the way was shattered by you but that's a story for another day," he waved me off.

"Oh damn, you're bleeding a lot," he snickered. He knelt in front of me and began licking my arm; making slurping noises as he drank the blood that poured out of my veins. I pushed him away and whimpered in pain.

"Whatever, I was just trying to help," he grumbled. He looked exactly like Noah if you ignore the fact that Noah thought red made him look gay. "I have something to show you," he whispered into my ear.

He looked into my eyes and it was like he ripped off every bit of privacy hidden in my mind as imaginary claws pierced into my mind and forced my eyes shut.

I stood in a playground watching a five year old me sitting alone, away from all the other kids, and playing with my two favourite dolls- Barbie and Ken. They were most probably being married by me for the thousandth time that week.

The other kids kept making fun of me for having a brown skinned barbie marry my fair prince but I ignored them.

"Can I play with you?"

My wide olive eyes looked up at a boy the same age as me and frowned at him. "Mommy says not to talk to boys," I said with a small pout. He grinned and sat down anyway. He had curly blonde hair and clothes that were perhaps too loose for him.

"Why did she say that? I'm nice," he said.

"Mommy says that boys make them like you a lot and then break your heart and leave," I replied. He smiled back but said nothing and continued playing with his toy truck. "I can offer you a deal. I can give you my truck to take Barbie and Ken home after you get them married."

"Why would they need a truck?"

He gasped dramatically and clutched his chest. "Do you make them walk home after their marriage?!" He shouted loudly. My wide eyes gave him the answer.

"Do you know that if you make Barbie and Ken walk so much they'll be too tired to have babies?" He asked, plucking the grass roughly and throwing it around.

"Give me your truck. Pleeeeeaaaseee," I begged, tears forming in my eyes.

"Hey Noah, come here!" Someone called out from behind. Noah looked at me and handed me his truck carefully. "Someday, I'll marry a girl as pretty as you and then take her home in my truck," he boasted.

"Mommy says I should only marry a boy with a nice car," I giggled.

"I don't like your mommy." He pouted.

"A lot of people say that," I replied with a cheeky grin as I watched him run back to his friends. That was the day I met my best friend for the first time.

I fell to the floor as I felt the imaginary claws slide out of my head and I slumped down. A pair of shoes came before my line of vision and stopped in front of me. I looked defeatedly at the Noah in front of me wearing a purple shirt. He looked at me with malice and smirked.

"Any guesses, Alaska Ivanov?" He taunted.

I groaned and shook my head. He kicked me lightly and laughed. "Oh come on, play nice," he encouraged. I clenched my jaw angrily and glared at him. My Noah would never hurt me. He hissed and pulled the knife out of my arm only to plunge it back into the open wound and twist it. I screamed in pain.

"Anger!" I cried out, "you're anger!"

"Let's cut to the chase then." He grinned.

And once again the claws came in. For a moment I was glad because I seemed to forget about the pain. I wish I could go back to sleeping next to Arian knowing very well that he wouldn't let anything happen to me if it wasn't inside my head.

This time I stood in Noah's room as he paced back and forth mumbling something over and over again. I walked closer to listen to what he was saying. "Hey Ally, I love you?" He spoke to the wall. He shook his head and groaned.

"Gosh I'm such a mess. Why couldn't I be like all those fictional guys she's obsessed with?" He grumbled and sat down to write another love note for me. I watched him scribble onto the paper for a while as he talked to himself and even laughed at his own jokes.

I picked up one of the many notes that had missed the trashcan and sat down on the floor to read it.

I looked at Noah's figure as he sat on the bed with an entire cake in his hand, still grumbling about how I'll never love him because his handwriting sucks more than his personality does.

I laughed sadly and wiped my tears away. Maybe I would be able to love him someday if I hadn't met Arian Ice. But now I'll just feel guilty my entire life knowing that I broke my best friend's heart into a million scattered pieces.

The claws once again slipped out of my mind and I gasped for air, feeling breathless all of a sudden. A hand reached out to me and wiped the tears from my face. I looked up to see Noah in a blue shirt this time staring at me sadly.

"Please," I begged softly, "I can't take this anymore. I'm sorry, Noah! Just tell me where you are! I'll come get you and then everything will be okay."

"Betrayal, Ally. I'm Betrayal. You can't trick Noah into believing you with those innocent eyes and crocodile tears anymore. We're stronger now," he grinned. It was like a light feather caressing my skin before the feeling turned into a sharp piece of glass being pressed into my skin making it pain unbearably.

I stood by the door along with the Noah from the past as I stared at the scene in front of me. It was the day after Arian took me to his room in the castle because I was too drunk to go home. I was barely covered in Arian's shirt with my legs exposed as I lay sprawled on top of a very very naked Arian.

"You did beg me to kiss you last night," he whispered into my ear.

I felt the jab of glass once again but this time into my heart like it was being twisted and squeezed simultaneously. I felt betrayal and anger and hurt all at the same time. These were Noah's emotions. He saw how happy I was with Arian and he saw a future of me being with Arian, leaving him all alone forever.

Once again I was pulled back and slammed into reality.

I looked around me.

"Who's next?" I sighed.

The Noah in a dark grey shirt walked ahead looking dull and tired. "Loneliness," I guessed. He nodded at me and reached out to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear. "You're so beautiful," he said softly. He sounded so different. The Noah that I knew was too shy to tell me what he felt about me. Maybe I just didn't deserve to know how he felt.

This time it was like floating into a dream.

No pain.

I watched as people danced around happily and laughed merrily as they spoke to each other. We were in Arian's palace only this time it wasn't dark and gloomy. It was bright and decorated with flowers and candles and smelt like vanilla and roses. My favourite.

I watched Arian come out of his room with a baby in his hand. People surrounded him and grinned happily looking at the child sleeping peacefully. "It's a girl," he grinned. The people clapped and asked him what he'd name his baby girl. A part of me felt heartbroken.

Who was the mother?

I slipped into the room and watched myself lying down on the bed, covered in sweat as Allison kept telling me what a blessing I was to their family. I smiled softly. That's my baby. Our baby.

The future ruler of the kingdom.

"I know that I say this every day but I'll keep saying it until you get sick of hearing it," Arian said as he entered the room. I watched myself smile at him tiredly as he sat next to me and kissed my forehead. "I love you, Mrs. Arian Ice. More and more every single day," he whispered.

I heard myself say something to him but it was like the sound was being turned down and then I was back into my room with Arian next to me, sprawled out on the bed. I looked at his peaceful figure and my vision got teary.

I crawled towards him and put my head on his chest and curled up into a ball and cried. He got up hungover but didn't complain once. He held me and rocked me gently as he hummed a soft tune until I calmed down and slept eventually.

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