Funny, How tragedy skews your perception of time. You think I would remember the month, Or at least the year, I pulled her out of that den for ***** desperate destitutes, Trying to escape with help of Crystals and Mana. It was cold. Is all I remember really. Perhaps that's a way of my mind tricking me into thinking,
It never happened.
Her crazed howls from the gurney still echo in my head. They tell me other wise.
My last memory of my mother seems to be lost to time. was I 15 or 20?