I cannot see. I cannot walk. I cannot talk. I cannot think. I cannot love. I am just a porcelain doll.

Her name was Caroline...Caroline Grace Fisher. I remember everything about her. Her olive skin, wavy brown hair, big brown eyes. Then theirs me. I have shaggy blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes. Ordinary compared to her. Everything about us meeting was wrong, but it was so perfect. I loved her. I couldn't say I didn't. But the war was making everything difficult. This is my story of love, war, and betrayal...

I never believed in all that crap with monsters...until I turned into one.