Shards
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She wakes up in a hospital with no memory, and only a hazy idea how she got there, but this isn't your typical case of amnesia. There is something bigger going on, the key to which lies somewhere among the broken shards of her mind. Her parents brought photographs and witness testimony, trying to tell her that she's just a normal girl, but things get more complicated when the police run her fingerprints. Two identities, but neither of them feel right. Nothing does, except for a mysterious boy who everyone tells her was just a figment of her imagination. At first all she wants to do is remember, but she is prone to acts of violence and at times unable to control her anger. Although she longs to see the friends she leaves behind in her dreams, she becomes fearful of who she used to be, and what she'll find in her own mind. The unnamed girl is torn, fearful for her sanity, and plagued by nightmarish flashbacks. Who can she turn to when the few things she does remember would sound ridiculous if spoken aloud? Who can she trust, as it becomes apparent that she's involved in something much bigger than they'd ever feared?
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"I observed the girl in the mirror, grimacing at the sight of her hair colour. I watched as the girl twirled the brown locks in her fingers ruthlessly. The girl's porcelain skin was painted with grief and nostalgia. The problem with nostalgic feeling was that: She didn't seem to recall what must be recalled. All she saw was flashes of bones, twisted hands, sweaty bodies, a Victorian house and Danny's nerdy glasses." ----------------------------------------------------- Ashley Moss, a perky fourteen- year old prep, saw her life change from a rainbow to a hurricane on the chilly December night of her best friend, Danny's, birthday. After seven months of nightmares and depression, she finally decides to catch the culprit who brought death to many innocent souls. The only problem was : She couldn't remember anything ----------------------- Just give it a try!

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