"Sofia…" the voice said—small and frail, "you're back."
I turned around and saw a little girl standing a few feet away from me. Her green eyes and knotted red hair eerily reminded me of myself. "Hello," I greeted her. "What are you doing here?"
She walked toward the light and I gasped when I realized that she was me.
"I'm scared," she told me.
"Why?" I asked. "Why are you scared?"
Her lips began to quiver and her hand moved toward her neck before letting her fingers fiddle with a pendant hanging under a golden chain around her neck. I walked closer to this smaller version of myself, wondering what was bothering her.
"You don't have to be scared…" I told her.
She shook her head. "No. I should be afraid. Very afraid." She let go of the pendant and I realized that it was mine—the diamond one that Derek had given me for my birthday.
"Who gave you that necklace?" I asked her.
"It's mine." She pouted.
