I stood in the middle of Main Street.
The asphalt was cold on my bare feet.
The street lights changed colors as I breathed in and out, almost hyperventilating.
It took me a while to realize what I must look like.
Crazy.
It slowly began to rain now, ruining the magenta satin of my dress.
It didn't matter.
It was already slashed down the right side, stained with dried blood.
My breathing slowed down, as my mind raced with confusion.
The pain was now recognizable.
It seared through my torso and tore at my knees.
Clenching my waist, I fell down.
I dropped down to my knees.
Tears streamed down my face.
Combined with the rain, it was an odd taste upon my lips.
The salt from my tears, the freshness of the rain.
I saw headlights peeking from the corner.
But I couldn't move, I couldn't feel anything but the pain.
As I closed my eyes, I rest unconscious.
And this is where my story begins.
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