The pain, the sadness, the despair—they were all too much for her. She had reached her breaking point. She knew that better days had once existed, but they seemed so far away now. All she could see were the many haunting images of suffering and death that plagued her mind like a disease. Death had always followed Sara since she was a child. She tried to escape it, but it gripped her tight. No matter how hard she fought, she could not free herself from its iron-tight clutches. Death was all there was for her. And what better way to beat death than to join it? Then she would finally be free. Five years had passed since that horrid day, the day her mother had died, when Sara was just fifteen years old. To her, it felt like yesterday. Sara could still see her kind smile and smell her lilac perfume. She remembered the way her mother’s crimson hair lit up like a wildfire in the sunlight. And Sara would never forget that magical sparkle in her mother’s blue eyes whenever she would talk about spirits and “the other side.”
