I was alive, but it didn't matter. The memories were more than I could handle. Luke... Susan. Why them, not me? I was alone, just my thoughts. Thoughts about how I might end my loneliness. My mind would not let me rest. Sometimes I'd get angry at myself for feeling self pity. I couldn't find a purpose. There was nothing left for me. It got worse... unbearable, the thought of how they died. Finally, I couldn't hurt any deeper. I was numb, totally exhausted. That's when somehow I ...