It's snowing again.

Ha, I missed those old days, one of my friends told me. I giggled at her comment and asked, "Do you like snow? Why?" She gave me an astonished look, "What? You don't remember?" "Remember what?" I asked mischievously. With a smirk, she held my hand. "How I died?"

That line shook me, leaving me in terror.

I stared at the hand she held. It began to be covered with her blood. The figure began to change slowly; she jerked her head, her eyes popped out, and she coughed blood onto my face. She began to yell at me.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT...

IT'S YOUR FAULT...

YOU LET ME DIE... YOU LET ME DIE...

YOU LET HIM KILL ME..."

"NO... NO... I DIDN'T..." I told her furiously . "Listen to me, I didn't. I tried my best to find you... Save you..."

"YOU DIDN'T AND YOU WILL PAY..." Suddenly, she strangled me. The fear conquered my body. I couldn't breathe properly. I could feel my death now.

All the time, I thought my life was very peaceful. I don't have any memory of age 15. Why is it so strange? A doctor told me I had lost those memories due to something terrifying I witnessed. On that day, I was found by my foster parents. They treasure me, and I love them too. But what I loved most are my friends, the friends who gave their lives to protect me. But am I really worth that?

The friends of my life... I am really blessed. But one day, one of them was able to backstab me for revenge... So, was it worth it, that friend exchanged my life for hers?

As for love... I have one too. I gave my heart and soul to him. He loved me too. The deeper I got to know him, I began to realize I was sinking into those depths. He was loyal and beautiful, but he is not like others. He is different. The way he looks at others and me is very different. Until one day, I witnessed something horrible. In that moment, I realized it was my big mistake.

Why do I have to suffer like this?

Why is it only me?

Is it my fate?

I can't entirely blame my fate. It was my choice. The lost memories leading to this situation are my choice. I made a big mistake. I regret it...

Everyone was trying to escape from their dark paths. I tried too. But in the end, I realized it was an endless loop. That's why it's able to reach me so closely.

Still, I have to live... Why is that so? I couldn't find a proper answer.

I don't want to die...

Someone save me...

Will I save you from that?" I heard an alluring voice. The darkness reached every corner of my mind. That blurry figure came near to me. The last thing I saw was it slicing my friend's throat, then licking her blood. It then gently whispered in my ear, "YOU DON'T NEED FRIENDS. YOU NEED ME. I LOVE YOU DARLING."

#To be continued......

POV - ADIRA NYTH

Van... Please don't do this.

Why did you stab her?

She is like my sister! I yelled at him.

He stared at me, like nothing serious happened. His blue eyes were fixed on mine. He examined my whole expression.

Near my friend taking her final breath, she held my hands tightly. Even in that situation, she told me her last words.... RUN.... ADIRA..... she died in my hands. My lips pursed together as I burst into tears.... No...... No.... Sitara.... Don't die.... You can't die!

Her body became cold. I hugged her tightly.

I heard his footsteps. He sat down near me.

I didn't look up at him. I hugged Sitara's body and hid my face. He pulled me away from her, forcibly lifting me up and putting me on his shoulder.

Van, stop it..... You are hurting me. I scoffed at him.

Then what about me? He stopped.

With anger, I looked at his face.

'I HATE YOU...... YOU ARE THE WORST THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME,' I told him.

He jerked his face. "THEN PREPARE TO LOVE ME, BECAUSE I WILL MAKE YOU FALL FOR ME AGAIN. YOU ARE MINE." The confidence in his eyes was enough to kill my soul. That night he put me into a prison of love. But one day, I managed to end him and run away...... Even as he faced his death, I heard his last words.

EVEN IF I AM DRAGGED TO HELL, I WILL COME BACK FOR YOU DARLING.... ADIRA, YOU ARE MINE.

I am not...... I shouted and jumped onto my seat.

So you are not willing to submit this project, Miss Nyth? The professor asked me furiously.

Oh, shoot, I forgot I already have a class. The students began to give me weird looks.

Miss Nyth? Are you daydreaming again?

No... I am sorry, Professor. He stared at me angrily.

Darn it, I did take a nap during the lecture.

Then he allowed me and continued his lecture.

I tried to focus on my class, but I couldn't. Those memories were enough to ruin my entire day.

My name is Adira Nyth. The adopted daughter of the Nyth family. 20 years old. A psychology student at the National University of Chester. It's my dream to become a psychology doctor. However, I have to work hard. After the class, the professor scolded me and advised me to focus on my studies. Since I am the rank holder, he strictly won't let me slack off. While returning from there, I decided to meet my friends in the campus canteen. I know that those memories of him are going to haunt me forever. It was my mistake to drag him with me.

I did so many stupid things in my life. But those have the value of my friends' lives. I owe them. If it's not for them, I wouldn't be here. I would become his doll, the lifeless doll who sells her soul to the devil.

Why can't I have a normal life?

Am I destined to be bewitched by a devil?

#To be continued

POV - ADIRA NYTH

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Finally, I reached the canteen. As usual, it was crowded. But I could smell the chicken pasta, the burger, cheese pasta, etc. My stomach growled with sudden hunger. I brought my pasta, 5 pieces of burger, and milkshake. But the problem is I can't find my friends here. Damn it, they must be in the Apple garden. I rushed towards there. The Apple garden is our favorite spot on campus. Actually, it's a prohibited area on campus. But who cares about the rules? We trespass there and enjoy our free time.

I secretly jumped the fence and got in there. There I could hear them clearly. "Tada.... Guess what I brought for you?" I cheered at them. "Adda..... It's you....." The girl with strawberry blonde exclaimed. She rushed towards me and took the food packet. Her name is Akantha; she is an economics student. "Adda, come and sit here," the boy with white hair dragged me. This is Erix, in the same class as Akantha.

"I thought you were still having classes," the ginger-haired girl commented on me. This is Ealia, the chemistry student. "Nah.... Probably she took a nap in class, right Adda?" the boy with chestnut eyes teased. He is Micah, in the same class as Ealia. These are my high school friends. "Yes, I did," I replied to them. "See, I am correct, right?" Micah teased me. Everyone began laughing loudly. "Pssst.... Be quiet, guys!!!" I hissed at them with embarrassment. After that, we teased each other and discussed many things. I patiently listened to them. Even though I don't talk too much, I love hanging out with them.

"Why are you so quiet today?" Erix pinched my cheeks and asked. "It's because... I had those nightmares again," I said with a bitter smile. For a second, everyone's laughter faded. I could see the terror on their faces. Akantha held my hands tightly. "Did you guys take the medicine today?" I asked them. "Yes...." They told me with a gloomy face. I can't help them; after all, it's my fault. We both have post-traumatic stress disorder. Something unpleasant happened, and someone has to suffer for it. They never blamed me for those incidents, although they always stay by my side. No matter how much I try to push them away, they stick with me. At that time, we made a promise that we will move on. How can I thank them? I owe them. I hope we will stay like this forever.

"Hey.... I do have the nude photos of Erix. Do you want them, Akantha?" Micah asked her with a mischievous smile. "Ehhh????" Erix jumped out of his seat. "You traitor....." Erix grabbed Micah's collar. Akantha and Ealia giggled at their quarrel, and I joined them. I know that Micah did this purposely to change the mood, but I am so happy for them. When the break is over, we head towards our own classes. "See you later..." I told them and headed towards class.

#To be continued......