Snow Drift (h.s.)

My head was pounding and I could feel the warm red liquid run down my forehead and the strong metallic scent hit my nose.

I knew I was gone.

And right before I left the world of light and into the world of my own thoughts and dreams, I heard one last thing.

"Sweet dreams my dear, Aspen."

My mind pondered for a moment. The thought was faint but still there and made my stomach twist.

How did he know my name was Aspen?