Only one thing separated her from life and death… the memories, the thoughts she didn’t want to let go. A single movement.. despite her difficult past, despite he hardships she had endured, despite the home where she was abused, she chose life. All at once her memories and emotions came back to her, with a jolt that made her head ache intolerably and created a sensation in her throat that made her cough wildly, spitting blood out of her mouth. She didn’t know how long she’d been lying on the ground she had landed on. She could feel absolutely nothing. Actually a blessing, for if she could feel the injuries she had the pain would simply be intolerable, and she would die. She opened her eyes, though her vision was blurry. She could see or hear nothing, that was the good news: She was alone. But the bad news was the same: She was alone…