"Didn't we just pass that tree three minutes ago?" I asked, confused. Lost was dragging me around a dark forest to god knows where.

"This seems like a good spot," She stopped and turned to look at me, "Are you ready?"

"Ready? Ready for what?"

"Deamhan! Bail ó Dhia ort!" Her words were laced with a thick Irish accent. In the blink of an eye she had disappeared. There was an eerie quiet, roaming through the thick trees. Wind whistled in my ears, swirling my black hair around my face. A crunch broke the silence behind me, a crunch like the snapping of a twig.

The back of my hand flew up hitting something hard. When my head whipped around I saw Lost's ankle had collided with my wrist.

"Quick aren't you?" It took all but two seconds for her to disappear again. This time I could hear her voice in my head.

Fight back. It said. It's in your blood. You are what you think.

Another hit, this time it was a punch. I blocked it using a cross block. Her eyes were glowing, the usual hazel color had turned to bright silver, the pupils and irises had disappeared.

"You are what you think!" She shouted before disappearing again.

Suddenly the lights flashed, the woods I had just been in had disappeared. I was surrounded by mirrors. Each one held an image of me. My eyes were a bright red, the stripe in my hair the same color. Lost was nowhere to be seen. Mist spread out from behind the mirrors like I was in some horror movie. Something rung in my ears, it was Lost's voice.

What do you think you are?

"I am Erin Reilly," I replied, "I'm a sophomore."

Deeper then that, deeper then your identity, what are you truly Erin?

Something in my brain clicked, I knew what I was.

"I am nothing" I closed my eyes.

You are not nothing. You are—

"No!" I screamed, opening my eyes.

You are a murderer.

That was the last thing I remembered. After that it was all a blur.

****

"Is she okay?" Max asked.

"She should be fine; she did lose a lot of blood though." Matt replied, still not looking at me.

"I don't know what happened…I passed out before I could see what was going on" Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, swelling my eyes up. I did know what had happened to her. But they would kill me if I told them.

"It isn't your fault," Matt smiled at me, "She probably ran into a bear or something, you two did run away from us. And Lost isn't all that good with directions."

"Hence why her name is 'Lost.'" Max pointed out.

"Not funny" Matt glared at his brother.

"I thought it was" Max gave Matt a smug grin.

Something stirred in the back of my mind. Why did Lost call me a murderer? How did she know? Does she know someone who has the disease too? It couldn't be possible…she couldn't know.

"Erin," Matt said, drawing my attention, "Can I talk to you…alone?"

"Yeah, sure" I replied mindlessly. We walked out of the old cottage and stood on the porch.

"Are you sure you don't remember what happened?" He asked.

"I'm positive" Was he onto me? No. He seems too confused.

"Okay, because Lost definitely was attacked by someone. It couldn't be a bear, bears can't stab people," He sighed, "Look, I've lost my whole family—not including Max—and Lost is my best friend. If I were to lose her…I don't know what I'd do. If you remember anything…then tell me."

"I will," I plastered a smile on my face, "Hopefully she'll wake up soon."

"Yeah, maybe she could tell us who attacked her. I wanna rip that guys guts out at the moment."

My heart turned to stone and sank into my stomach. Questions swam through my mind, weighing it down. What if he knew it was me? Would he hate me? What could I do?

"Do you blame yourself?" He asked.

"What?" My eyes widened in fear.

"I mean, if you could remember, then we could kill the guy who hurt her. Do you blame yourself for not remembering?"

"No," I said, but it was in a meaner tone then I had intended.

"Okay…well I would blame myself. I guess you just don't have that kind of guilt in you." He shrugged.

A cold breeze brushed against my cheek. It was the middle of January, but it felt like December. Snow was still on the ground here too. The little crystals shined and sparkled like they were diamonds, but soon they would be gone when the heat wave came.

"What are you staring at?" Matt raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing important," Another plastered on smile, "It's just the snow looks pretty."

"Tch, I never understand you girls. It's just frozen rain."

"But it's pretty frozen rain." My smile started to become genuine, instead of fake.

"It's still just frozen rain. It can give you hypothermia."

I laughed, "Actually I agree with you on that. It may be shiny and sparkly, but it really is just hypothermia waiting to happen."

"At least someone agrees with me!" He laughed.

Suddenly my adrenaline kicked up a little. Matt's smile was very cute, and so was he. His roughly cut hair fell limp over his face, making him seem like a child. Under the goggles, I could see his big green eyes; they shined brightly with the feeling of happiness. I wish I could see them without the goggles—

"What are you staring at now?" His eyebrow rose again.

"Nothing!" My face felt hot, which is never a good sign. I must have been blushing.

"Were you admiring how sexy I look?" He grinned and struck a pose.

"Very modest." I giggled.

"Yup, modesty is my middle name."

"Your parents must have hated you then."

"What? Modesty is a very common middle name."

I rolled my eyes, "Sure it is, you keep telling yourself that."

"I will" He grinned.

"Matt!" Someone screamed inside the house. Max ran out, frantic and terrified.

"What? What happened?" Matt's face went from joking to serious.

"Lost stopped breathing."