Chapter 2A Wind Blows In

The courtroom, which had just quieted down, erupted again.

The judge stared at me, his eyes unblinking. I met his gaze, my jaw set, my intention clear. The case of a fragile-looking eighteen-year-old girl accused of murdering three people, boiling their remains, and feeding them to dogs was too sensational to ignore. The public, driven by a morbid curiosity, craved the gruesome details more than the truth itself.

The judge was only human. He was no exception.

After he gave his consent, I was led into a massive, sterile chamber. The only sounds in the white room were the steady beeps of machinery. Orderlies and technicians strapped me onto a bed. In a few minutes, my entire life, my every thought, would be on display for the world to see.

I felt a strange thrill, like opening a mystery box.

I was actually a little excited to see what they would find.

A rainbow of wires was attached to my body, and a searing pain shot through my skull. Within seconds, my body started convulsing uncontrollably. Then, an image flickered to life on the massive screen, accompanied by text transcribing my thoughts.

These were my memories.