It started with the end, something like the drop of a curtain.
A white veil in a haunting in-between calling my name.
The last word hanging on the edge of a sentence.
And then nothing.
I remembered nothing.
I didn't have time to remember anything when the danger made itself known-the village wanting me dead.
There was only time for survival then.
Suffering.
I should be killed.
I deserve much worse, yet I continue to linger in spite of it.