Prologue

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With a cloudy vision, Myra tries to open her eyes only to find them too heavy with her weakened body. Even the slightest movement hurts. Attempting to open her mouth and speak.

Mom.....

But the words don't leave her mouth. She can't see anything and doesn't know what to do. She needs help, the pain in her body is unbearable.

Dad.....

Suddenly she feels a cold hand rest on her forehead. If she was strong enough she would've flinched by the sudden contact.

"Hang in there", someone said. Though she didn't know who. The voice seemed faded as she fought to stay conscious. "You'll be alright." It repeated.

Myra felt someone shaking her and telling her to wake up as she heard a faint siren in the distance. Feeling tiny water droplets fall onto her face as one slowly landed upon her lips leaving a salty taste.

Tears.

All she wanted to right then was to scream and tell the pain to go away when she felt herself slipping. Before falling into darkness, she heard someone say, "I'm sorry."

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