I have to act.
There is something I need to do.
She needs me. I need her.
Where is she?
Where am I?
Frenzy was all she knew. But not knowing why made it unbearable for Sophie. Most times, she was certain she was dead. Other times, not so much.
Alyssalee! Yes, that’s her name. How could I forget that? Forget my sweet love?
This couldn’t be possible. Forgetting her lover—her everything—enraged her. She wanted to punch herself for the transgression, but then realized she wasn’t alive. The longing for Alyssalee only grew, but the details faded. Screaming, if you could call it that, followed whenever she felt images of Alyssalee ebbing. It was what she imagined being buried alive would be like. That’s it! Maybe I was buried alive, she thought.
Her feelings flowed in waves of color. Righ
