Prologue

The sounds of their screams, the
glass shattering the loud boom and the ten shots heard. The pain of
the knife tearing through her flesh and the jolting pain and the
gruff voice heard. The voice pleased with it's work saying it's
nothing personal, wanting her dead, the jolting pain filling her as
if willing her to live not only for herself but for her sister and
mother to finish the story. As if this ending wasn't a good enough
one for it, and so she did. She lived, taking her stuff and leaving
everything and everyone behind.