Truth - Prologue

Prologue

She couldn’t believe she survived the accident. Her vision was blurry and a horrible headache tortured her. Her dark red locks stuck to her forehead, wet from blood. She didn’t see cars or people. Lost sight of her little brother too. She didn’t even know where she was heading before it all started.

She limped through the road and sat down in the tall grass on the other side. For a moment everything seemed to be more saturated; when she looked back at the road, where a car wreck should’ve been in a ditch emitting smoke, there was nothing else but a bike, leaning on a hay cart. And the road was covered by yellow dust, not asphalt. She looked around squinting; ‘Am I dreaming?’ she asked herself, but couldn’t answer. Vertigo took over her more and more, and a huge, blue eyed black dog jumped toward her, from the bushes behind the cart. It was snarling and growling; it was muscular like those dogs people used to use at dog fights.



Cassandra jumped on her feet, although she feared she would fall - the vertigo wouldn’t leave her. Fighting the feeling she ran up to the hill, where a wooden lodge stood. ‘Maybe they can help me find my way back to the hotel’ she thought to herself; then it hit her:



The hotel… her family… the room that she fled… a boy…



Strange, fragmented memories flood her mind but she felt like there was fog over her brain, keeping her from remembering. She could also remember drinking a cup of tea. ‘Could it be the reason my head hurts so horribly?’ She was trying to remember more as she went but as soon as she reached the porch, as if someone hit her in the head, the headache grew stronger, and she fell unconscious on the threshold of the house.