Imogen
The cold, I remember feeling cold, drowning in freezing temperatures. I never remembered being this cold before; too cold to even shiver. But that’s not all I remember. I remember the darkness ebbing and rolling over me as it sucked me in, swallowing me completely.
So dark, it erases the pain that is consuming my soul, the darkness that comes with each breath, shoving me deeper into my mind. I try to push against it, knowing there is someone waiting, something I need to remember. Yet, I can’t remember what my mind is trying to fight against. I just know it is bigger than me, more important than me. Something worth fighting for.
I continue to push against the darkness, catching glimmers of images dancing in front of my eyes. Each image warms me slightly, but not enough to take
