Alyssane dragged a small trunk from under her bed, and with hasty tense fingers, she removed the lock. There were several diaries that she had filled with entries of her dreams.
Even when Alyssane stopped writing, she could never bring herself to let them go. Her eyes were heavy from the lack of sleep, but her heart was restless.
She opened all the journals one by one, and read through every page. The words brought back fragmented memories. She had been too afraid to dwell deeper because she feared her mind would shatter.
But she could not ignore those maddening dreams either. She could not stop herself.
Her stomach growled from hunger, her head starved for sleep―but there were so many things. Alyssane had not realized when but half her memories of the visions had disappeared somewhere. Even the most disturbing parts that Alyssane should have never forgotten had been missing from her memories.
