My name is Kitty Carson. I'm 19 years old. I am an animal telepath, this is my life.
AUGUST 17th, 2015
Kitty woke up at dawn, as she had been ever since the incident. Ever since they killed her. That was Kitty's secret that she'd never told anyone, and probably never would. They'd think she was crazy. They'd throw her in the nuthouse, she was sure of it. So she never told anyone about herself, about her. Kitty roused herself out of bed to look at the clock. 4:01am. 'Why is it always 01?' She asked herself. Kitty had had another nightmare. Her first nightmare was on July 31--The night they killed her. Kitty had never had nightmares--not before this anyway. Not even when she was a little girl. But now she had them every night. She came to Kitty every night in her dreams. She haunted Kitty. The wolf caused them. As was said before, Kitty is an animal telepath. She talks to animals, they talk to her. Kitty hardly got any sleep now. The wolf came to her trying to talk to her in her dreams. She had no idea why the wolf came to her. Why she haunted her. Maybe it was the guilt, maybe it was the ghost of her, or maybe it was something else. Still the constant question that was always there. Why? Why? Why hadn't she broken the link when she was supposed to? Why had she held on? Why didn't she leave before it was too late? Maybe that was why she had nightmares. Maybe that was why she couldn't sleep at night. Kitty was always asking herself the question. A question she fully knew the answer to. She refused to accept the answer. The fact that it was all her fault. She visited the same night over and over and over. Asking the question, hoping to find a new, different answer.