"That bastard injured me, you see. Yes, him! Jordan fucking Wilford. I had to return the favor." "When was that?" I asked. "You shouldn't trust him, Anna. It's for your own good." "When?" I repeated. "You may not remember. It happened before the accident." "Well, you no longer have any right to tell me who to trust, what to do and how to live my life. I don't even know you." "Ouch," his tattooed hand rubbed a spot on his broad chest, "but I know you. Tell me, do you still see ghosts?" **** A tragic incident divides Arianna's life. Thrust into the spotlight with no memories of herself, she is forced to face her fears and battles through deep, dark secrets. She reaches a dead end as she pursues all that haunts her. Is love and hope really all that matters? Or would it cause everything she strived for to come crashing down. (Frequent updates, y'all!)