Preface
Talutha
Join Date: 2002-12-21 Member: 11286Members
Join Date: 2002-12-21 Member: 11286Members
<div class="IPBDescription">The screaming is all I remember....</div> The screaming, that’s all I remember. Or that’s all that I choose to tell them. They keep asking me, what happened? What where they like? How did you survive? I’m not the only one that they ask this. Me and the 12 other survivors of this incident are asked these things everyday. Not only everyday, every hour of everyday, almost every minute of every hour. But that is what is to be expected. After all, if you survive something like I have, then that’s something you expect to happen, a plethora of questions to be thrown at you. They expect answers, but I’m not ready to answer. None of us are. If you where there, then you would understand. Maybe I’ll tell you the story, maybe. If I am able to conjure up the courage to tell you, maybe you can tell them what happened and save me and my friends the horror of telling it. But that would mean I would have to start from the beginning, a beginning that they already know. It may make things easier to start from the beginning rather from the middle like I would have to; it would make things a lot simpler to tell. You wouldn’t judge me either, you don’t have anything to judge me by, you don’t know me, or what type of person I am. You just know me by what you are reading here, what I tell you. You might think that I am just a crazy person, but that’s all you would know. You don’t know how old I am, what I look like, or what I’ve been through in my life. But that will just help me tell the story, the story of what happened….
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