Serena's POV~
The next morning when I woke up, I felt strange. My head was heavy, and when I tried to remember what happened last night, there were only some of my mother's words, but I don't remember how I fell asleep. Aside from this, nothing came to me.
I sat on the bed for a while, blinking, and then after freshening up, I walked toward the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, pale and tired, with eyes that looked as if they carried shadows. I combed my hair slowly, watching each strand fall in place, but my thoughts kept drifting.
Why could I not remember? I tried to think of my childhood, but all I could see was this house, these rooms, and my mother's face. Nothing else. It was like there were holes in my mind, big empty spaces where something important should have been.
I touched my forehead lightly and whispered to myself, "Did I… really hit my head so badly?"
