I woke up in the dark. Finally, the burning stopped. I didn’t know where I was, but there was something different.
I wasn’t in the asylum.
But then, where was I?
Also, there was a burning, no, scorching, in my throat. But why?
And why can’t I remember anything?
I just had a vision. I saw a pale, honey-blond male, fighting others. He’s gorgeous. But who is he?
Another: He’s talking to a woman, except she doesn’t look like a woman, più a girl. Her name’s Maria. His is Jasper.
Jasper…
I get up and walk around. I walk so gracefully! And I can barely hear my footsteps, too. There’s another...
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