Nati Grant.
"Nati? Nati."
The voice would not let me alone to sleep. It sounded like my own, and I could not make it still. It beat in my head like the pounding of my heart, and…oh, all was pain. My entire body throbbed, fire ripping through my nerve endings. Darkness attempted to pull me back down beneath, and I went gladly.
Images flashed before my eyes. Memories. Snow, snow everywhere. Footsteps behind me, rapid footsteps. The sensations, something closing in around me, burning pain. In my head, then everywhere. Cold seeping into my bones. More pain. My face rubbed into freezing concrete. Being lifted, carried, which only increased the pain. Voices. No faces. Hoods. Maybe even masks.
The voice in my head would not give me a moment's peace. "Wake up, please. Please be all right." My
