Alyris's's POV

I woke up. Sweating as usual. Scared. Weak. Stupid. Normal. I saw the shadow again. The shadow of the boy with a mask. It was a blue mask. Quite pretty too. But sad. Always crying. Like me. One day I woke up and he was just sitting right on my chair by my bed watching me. Watching. Carefully. Then he left. Out the window.

This was different. There were 3. Paper white. A smile. Teeth. Blood. Sweatshirt. Then the other one. Sad. Orange. Also sweatshirt. Frown face. Also sad. Sadder than blue mask. I watched. As did they. The orange was coming closer.

I titled my head. Ever since I was 5 I stopped talking. Always. Silent. He came closer and inspected me. I felt myself being picked up. Blue mask was carrying me. I clung to him. I knew to trust. I was only 9. He dropped out of my window and ran into the woods with me in his arms. All I could remember was this. Tall man. No face. No eyes. Little girl. Brown hair. Bloody. Pink nightgown. Blackness. Doctor. And angel. To save me? No. Also bloody. Dog. Red. Bloody. Scared. Happy. Calm. Loud. Food. Link. Red eyes. Sleep. Nice warm bed. Then sleep.