Chapter 14

That night, something happened to me.

When I slept, my dreams took me to the frozen forests. I sat in the snow, and my hands had a different skin color, a paleness just like the rest of me. White, and crystal clear and glass. My nails had long claws and thorns. And on top of my head, I could feel a hard and cold crown that I somehow knew contained real ice. I could feel it without touching it.

There was blood in the snow. A crimson red staining the remnants of a winter storm, and right in front of my eyes was the corpse of someone I'd once known, unrecognizable, their whole face torn apart. Limbs disconnected, throat ripped.

Bile gathered in my stomach and rose up to my mouth. I knew that person, I saw the hideous remains of flesh and I was sure that I knew who had once lived in them; even though I couldn't even understand where his face was, even though I had no memory of who he was.

He was someone important, and I couldn't remember a thing, except this emptiness and despair inside m