Getting things straight

Sorin (Present timeline)

I remembered it all.

My first life.

I remembered my nightmares. It’s a constant loop of people cursing me as they burn to death or get killed with magic and weapons. Their voices haunt me every night, the cries of little children, the screams of women, it’s all on repeat but I always forget about it all in the morning.

I remembered the nightmares I had in the beginning where I was killed, where I was assaulted. I saw everything so vividly yet refused to believe it was happening to me.

It was my brain’s way of saving me. I pretended it wasn’t me. I pinned the blame on someone called Sorin and refused to believe she was me all along.

It was easier that way. That way, the guilt wouldn’t eat me up. That way, I didn’t feel like a criminal.

But I guess it was inevitable to avoid it all.

I smiled sarcastically at myself. A novel? The story was in my head in the form of a novel because I was protecting myself.