PROLOGUE(the before-everything-begins part)
Since waking up in the alley, my memory has been nearly perfect. I believe it is a side effect of what happened to me. Or whatever that old man did to me before he died...or I killed him...or however it happened. I can remember everything that's happened to me since waking up covered in blood. Whenever I close my eyes, anything I’ve experienced since then comes rushing back to me as if I’m viewing the full-color pages of a book. It's spooky. I don't know if the memories will last forever. I'm still learning the full extent of what I can do.
It bothers me that I can’t remember the hours before I woke up. Looking back, I suspect I know what might have happened to me, but there's no point in speculating. I’m no longer the same person I was that evening. Actually, I’m not sure I even still count as a person. But I’ll get to that soon enough.
For now, let's begin with that dark alley. That’s where the nightmare began.
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Catharsis [Novel]
ParanormalEvery villain is the HERO of their own story... Fifteen-year old Catarina Perez wakes up in one of the city’s alleys covered in blood and lying next to the corpse of a man she has never met before. And it turns out that isn’t the strangest thing...