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    Where am I?


    Winter’s Point of View
    “Mmm...Agh!” I jumped up from the sudden shock of pain sent from my stomach. My hand slowly traced down the sides of my ribs to my stomach feeling warm bandages laced carefully around the upper half of my body. I realized I was naked on my top half. Opening my eyes, I stared up to a blank brown ceiling; Droplets of water could be heard from a mile away from how quiet and peaceful it was here. I sat up slowly attempting to resist the pain, clutching at the sides of my waist, I peered around to see that I was in a room which was bare and surrounded with healing remedies and lavender scented candles. What happened to me? Then I remembered being in a dark forest, running, bleeding, and Asher. “Asher!” I hesitated. I began to panic; Was she alright? She was there next to me watching me die. But I’m here. I stood up to fall right back down again. I landed on the floor hitting it stone cold, to hear my ribs break. “Aghhhh!”
    I began to see fuzzy; shadows of people dancing around me, black shadows. Blue eyes, cold skin.

    Snow covered the meadow surrounding me, freezing and dark. Suddenly the sun came out from hiding and casted a warm glow above me, I felt safe. “Winter…” A distant voice echoed. I placed it in the back of my mind wanting to stay in the warmth of the sun. Why did my parents have to name me Winter? Why not Summer? “Winter.” The voice was now growing louder but soft and angelic like...So...So…masculine. “Five more minutes, please” A low chuckle was applied to what I had said. I opened my eyes to firm masculine features. Burning yellow eyes with muffled black hair, and the palest skin I had ever seen. “Umm...Winter?” His voice echoing through my ears like pure velvet. “Yes.” I said.
    Then I noticed my hands were on his temples.
    “Oh, sorry. “ I said blushing, turning my head away from him.
    “It’s alright, are you well?” He asked, only this time it seemed like his voice turned stern and cold.
    “Yes.” He handed me a dark purple blouse with a pair of jeans which smelt familiar, of home.
    I looked up to see him, but he was gone. Staring at my clothes, I plopped right back down on the bed. “Damn...why do I have to be such a klutz... and why did he have to be so damn sexy?”
    The pattern on the outfit felt odd. I’ve always worn this outfit, but why did it seem so different? Maybe I was just being hysterical, or just losing my mind. One by one I placed each piece of clothing over my body until I was fully clothed. Turning around, stunned by the fact that I found a tiny pocket mirror on the ground. Heading over to it, I lifted it up to view myself.
    CRASH. Glass scattered everywhere, crunching and crackling. My body quivered, me…this couldn’t be me…