Selena’s POV
Cold, it is so cold, and I can't help shivering.
"Stop! Stop!" I wanted to scream, but my throat hurt and I couldn't make a sound. I couldn't control my body...
Tears flowed down. Someone gently wiped away my tears, which reminded me of Stella, the only person who had ever treated me so gently.
My sister, I miss you, and the time we spent together as girls.
I feel like I'm in a thick fog right now. The picture before my eyes flashed like a movie. I see Stella happily dressing me up in her beautiful clothes and jewelry, and I never get used to my reflection in the mirror.
I feel awkward. Wearing her clothes made me feel like a puppet with no control over my body. I walked carefully on the floor in her high heels, staggering and possibly tripping over myself at any moment.
