Ash - the powdery residue left after the burning of a substance.
Ash.That's my name but it's also the way I feel after waking up every morning. The fire is my only memory of my past and it comes as a nightmare . The dancing crackling flames and the smell of smoke all seems so vivid and real. But the most horrific and realistic part of my nightmare is the howling of wolves.No matter how hard I try I can't get it out of my head.And I don't think I ever will.
When I think of the sorrowful howling of the pack of wolves I heard that night the same questions float around my head , Why did a seven year old feel so connected to them?, Why did they feel like...like family? These are the questions I've been thinking about for eight years and now I'm fifteen almost sixteen and I still getting the nightmares ,I'm still trying to find answers and I will keep searching.Without the answers I feel as if I'm not complete I need to figure out my past before I can move on. I need to know my identity.How can I figure out who I am if I don't know who I was?
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Nightmare of the past
FantasyShe lived a normal life until the incident. Now she can't sleep without having the same nightmare again and again . With nowhere to go Ash lives a secret life in the shadows , hiding and surviving alone in a broken world trying to uncover the secret...
