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But when Abby begins remembering, the flashbacks are so vivid, she loses all sense of her surroundings reliving them. Disturbed by what these memories reveal of her former life, she begins exploring the vast and beautiful lands surrounding her new home. Then one day, she meets a young man who tells her he has come in search of her. Surprised, intrigued, and instantly drawn to him, she lets him begin leading her down a thrilling path of discovery, marred only by the growing sense of a dreadful danger waiting for her at the end.
Abby must decide who she trusts, and how far she is willing to go in search of the truth and her freedom.
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I wanted to cry, "No! Stop! Wait!" but I could not find my voice, and it was already too late. I knew that. Yet as my dread peaked, I also mysteriously relaxed, because it had been with me for as long as I could remember, so it was almost a relief finally not being able to ignore it; obliged to face it once and for all. Any second now, I would be consumed by nothingness, because that's what happened when you died. My parents' silhouettes were swiftly receding at the center of two bright yellow lights, and for terrifying seconds, I seemed to be looking straight into the glowing eyes of a predator about to devour me. Were those headlights? Why had my parents abandoned me here? They were driving away! Didn't they realize how cold it was?
I kept wanting to yell, to beg them not to leave me, but everything had happened so fast, in a silence too heavy for my voice. Then there was an immense rushing sound, and I was deafened by a sudden downpour. I was lying on my back, but I rolled over now and, finding my hands beneath me, pushed myself up, only to glimpse my parents' headlights winking out. Then the deluge, as solid as massive hands digging into me with icy nails, shoved me back down again. For a few dark seconds, I couldn't breathe as my face was buried in a slimy mud threatening to choke me. Pushing myself back up, but keeping my head down, I took a deep, wonderful breath. This was all I had to feel good about.
The rain had frozen not into balls of hail but into sharp lances attacking me, so I felt colder by the second as I realized I was either naked, or whatever I had been wearing was already so drenched it had become molded to my skin and so made no difference. The pressure, the cold, the sense of abandonment, not knowing why I was here, everything was conspiring to paralyze me. There was a reason, but any explanation for my situation had slipped out of my mind. I knew only one thought now: I can't just keep lying here! I was in the middle of the road. What if another car came by? It probably wouldn't even see me in time. And there was no doubt that if I didn't keep moving, I was going to freeze to death.
These thoughts intangibly but effectively leveraged themselves beneath me. My parents were gone, and feeling colder than I ever had in my life, I was sure they wouldn't have a change of heart. But I had to keep moving. I couldn't stop to think about them and wonder why this was all happening. I didn't have any answers only the possibility of action, and the first thing I had to do was try and find shelter from this icy rain...
Suddenly, an immense sound like that of a supersonic engine rose above the noise of the deluge. Before I knew it, I was up, and fleeing the danger of being run over by what sounded like an approaching truck. I ran with my head down, but it was so dark I couldn't even see my feet. I was heading in the opposite direction my parents had gone, but that hardly seemed to matter anymore. I simply had to get off this road.
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Maria Isabel Pita was born in Havana, Cuba. Her family moved to the U.S. when she was eight months old, and she grew up in Fairfax, Virginia. Reading, writing and history have been her abiding passions ever since she can remember. In college, she majored in World History, and minored in English Literature and Cultural Anthropology.
Following in the footsteps of Mary Magdalen, before becoming a practicing Catholic, Maria wrote erotic romances. A former member of the International Association For the Study of Dreams, Maria is a regular contributor to the Lucid Dreaming Experience Magazine.
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