Chapter 130

I should be afraid. Somehow, five, no nearly six, years of my life have been erased from my memory, I woke up in a strange place surrounded by strangers, and I’m not frightened. I’m just amused and curious.

At first, I really thought I was hallucinating or something. The doctor did tell me I suffered some kind of head injury, so it made sense, but then the man, Edric, the one that smells so damn good, changed into a werewolf right in front of my eyes, and hallucinations can’t pinch you. Can’t hurt you physically.

I keep touching everything, trying to reassure myself that it’s real. I can feel, smell, touch, taste. Those things don’t happen in hallucinations. After a wild fit of hysterical crying, then a spell of maniacal laughter, I quickly accept my reality. There’s no point in dwelling. I’ve always been like this, even when I question everything, I’ve always accepted what I can’t change. ~ Why did you do that? ~ a voice asks in my head.

* Do what? * I reply without even thinking