Chapter 26

VOLUME 2: F814

Prologue

In my dreams, I have a name. A home. A family and friends. I can even see their faces and hear their voices. Feel their hugs and affection. Bask in the warmth of their love.

In my dreams, I am different, carefree, and happy. I speak when I want to. I feel emotions, a torrent of them, and stranger than that, my body is entirely covered in pink flesh. My hair is long and unbound, silky strands of gold that swirl around me, clinging to my brightly colored garments.

In my dreams, I recall a time when I still know how to sing, laugh, and dance.

In my dreams, I am alive.

I hate waking from my fantasy. Hate losing that thread to my old life, those happier times. But that world is gone now. I am no more. The little part of me that remembers is snuffed out when I wake, like a flame before the breeze. But not completely forgotten, instead, tucked away and hidden in the dark recesses of my mind lest they find it and take it from me.