Chapter 2

She starts creating herself. Word by word, inch by inch.

 

A personality formed from a hundred; borrowing from people she encounters on the street, outside the bistro, in the mega mart. She does not know them and they do not know her. 

Six months of subconscious research later,she can be who ever you want her to be; who ever she needs to be.

Chapter 1

Eyes flutter open. She is lying on a four poster.  The ceiling fan creaks. She panics. Sleep paralysis. 

It is a modern room if you ignore the 16th century bed sprawled across most of it. There is a picture frame on the bed side table. It is empty.

She tries to remember, to think of where she is and how she got there. But she cannot remember-

Anything.