Snow.

That's what the new day brings.

A white, cold cover-up.

Complete and total isolation.

And hot, raging anger.

My legs splash in the cool stream that comes up to my shins.

He's standing on the edge where the water drops fifty feet to the jutting rocks below. He faces me with with desperation. "Emma I need you to stop and realize what you're doing."

I flinch when he calls me that. My head throbs, memories that I don't want to remember start to come. I quickly shake my head and remind myself who I am. Who I'll always be.

"Its done," I say. "You're done."

The voice talking it not mine. The hand holding this knife doesn't belong to me.

Even though I know what I'm doing is not me, this Emma he speaks of is gone. Long gone.

Its been six months, maybe even longer. I'm not sure pieces of my memory are missing. The anger, bitterness, the absolute hunger for revenge has replaced my memories.

" You don't have to do this, not like this." This man that I was sent to kill continues to talk to like he knows me. But he doesn't. If he did then he wouldn't be here still.

" There are things you need to know," he says.

"I know enough."

"You know only what you're supposed to know. Please let me help you."

Help me? This person really didn't know anything about me. He only wants to get out of here with his life.

" I'm going to break your neck."

"Then what happens after you kill me?" he asks

"You can't do this Emma, killing me achieves nothing."

My hands shakes, but I walk steady as I move closer to him.

" You're wrong"

He's now about five feet away from me. He looks behind him, then glances back at me.

This is the first time I see fear on his face. Because maybe, he doesn't see fear on mine.

One more step.

"Swan I need you to remember! This isn't you, it never has been and never will be! He shouts at me. Not with fear, but determination.

"Stop calling me that, I say my head starts to throb, as small pieces of memories try to come.

Then everything stops as he says one simple word.

One simple word that makes realize that I am wrong. He had been right from the very start.

My knife falls, and everything around me becomes black.