•We Chase The Sun•

I was there again. On the freeway were he left me, cold and bloody on the solid road. He had just left after beating me, fracturing my skull, rib cage, and possibly breaking my arm. I could still feel the sting of his blow on my face, as a cry waiting for a shine of hope that somebody will drive by and notice a small injured little girl on the side of the road. But hope was gone. I lay there for days before a wake from a young boy's scream in terror then I suddenly black out...