"Rory.."
"Rory..."
Thousands of still-life images flashed in her eyes as Aurora laid wide-eyed, looking up to the ceiling. It had been way past midnight, and she found herself unable to sleep. Sleeping exactly on the same bed, the walls of her room reminded her of bitter-sweet memories, everything was mocking her. She could see everything and everyone mocking her, telling her how incompetent of a daughter she was for whom her parents had to sacrifice themselves. They were pitying the weak little wolf who could not even see her parents for one last time before they perished from this wretched world.
As more and more images started to flash, she started to hear whispers and voices. The voices that kept telling her she was nothing but a failure, a loser. The voices who told her she was in
