Prologue

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Did I just kill someone?

I glance down to my once white shirt that's now soaked with a dark crimson liquid. My vision blurs with salted tears as I suck in a quick breath through clenched teeth.

No, I-I couldn't have. It has to be my blood.

The image of a freshly dug burial in the forest outside flashes through my mind. Squeezing my eyes firmly shut, I bring both my hands to the top of my head and pull at the roots of my long black hair, creating the only pain I feel throughout my body.

No! It-it wasn't me. I don't remember kill...hurting anyone, and if I had, wouldn't I remember?

With a muffled thud, I drop to my cabins wooden floor and clutch my arms to my chest as I try and hold back the guttural scream from tearing its way out of my throat.

Why can't I remember anything?

With each minute that passes, a new question surfaces from the deep depths of my mind. Questions I have no answers for. After a few minutes...or hours of my thoughts conflicting with each other, I carefully pull my arms away from my wet, sticky shirt and push myself off the floor. The muscles in my legs weaken beneath me as I stand and the next thing I know, I'm colliding with the wall beside me.

What's wrong with my body?

Groaning, I push myself away from the wall that created the radiating pain bursting through my shoulder as another image flashes through my muddled mind.

A sob falls from my wet lips as the warm salted tears that I've been trying to hold back, freely fall down my paling face. I wobble a few steps forward as I recall the torn-up shoulder pad covered in dried blood. The one that was lying beside me when I awaken in the forest. A whimper escapes without permission as I lean into the cold door beside me.

What happened? Why can't I remember? Why doesn't anything make sense?

I push my forehead against the door as I take in short gasps of air. My face falls forward suddenly as the sound of the door I was leaning on creaks open. I collide with the cool tiled floor beneath me with a soft thud.

Wasn't that door shut?

I push my hands against the ground and pull myself up to see the only light come from the entrance behind me. Breathing out softly, I feel the wall behind me until I hear the flick of a switch. A dull yellowish light burst throughout the room as I recognise where I am. My red puffy eyes move from the white walls to the bath behind me. My muscles ache at the mere thought of the hot boiling water. With tears still weeping down my face, I turn the warm water on and try not to focus on the dried blood coating my forearms and hands.

Wouldn't I remember killing someone? Or at least recall something?

My throat closes up as I turn away from the streaming water and move towards the sink behind me. I turn the tap on and let the scolding water run as I relentlessly rub the blood off my bare skin. Through blurring tears, I watch as the last of the crimson colour swirls down the cream white sink, but my thin brows furrow at the grey tinge still covering my arms. I continue to roughly rub my skin, but the strange tinge stays there as if it was always my skin tone instead of my usual pale complexion.

I move my eyes up to the foggy mirror above the sink but stumble back at what I see gazing back in my reflection.

What's wrong with me?

I bring my wet hands up to my face and gently rub them down my cheek, removing most of the dirt stuck there. My eyes water at the site of the small weird symbols covering various parts of my skin. I stare straight at my reflection and notice my usual pale blue eyes turn a bright glowing violet colour. I let out a strangled cry as I gaze at my inhuman features.

"What's happening to me?"

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