She was laying down in the street unable to move.She  was covered in her own blood. She had a bullet going through her left side of her chest. There was more than one witness but all was too scared to help, for they were scared for their lives. If they interfered they would be putting their lives on the line for a woman they've never met.No one bothered to call the police they left her there for dead. Instead of giving her a peaceful death they gave her a slow painful one. She laid there with tears rolling down her icey cold cheeks, praying for someone to put her out of her misery. She heard footsteps of a man nearby. She slowly turned her head over to see who it was. A strange looking man appeared before her. The man walked up to her and carefully picked her up, then he walked her towards his car. She wanted to tell him to leave her be. If he was seen saving her he would be targeted just like she was, but he was too weak to speak. She couldn't utter a word. The injured girl looked up to see who her savior was but could see nothing but a blur.She tried to ask for his name but the words would not come out. He put her in his car and started driving.  He was going so fast it was if we were speeding through time. She saw something. It was beautiful. She's never seen anything like it. “What is it? It's so beautiful...” It was more than anything i've ever seen. She reached for it, it had many colors. “Could this be the light people referred to. The light they see before they die? Maybe it's my time. How could something so close feel so far? I can't reach it the closer i get to it the farther it gets. What does that mean? Do I get to live?” Her body was overwhelmed from the wounds on her body. She could no longer feel the pain though.it actually felt a bit could, and as if a heavy weight had been lifted off her body. She felt light. A moment later she fainted.

The girl woke, she noticed that she is no longer in the car, the man was no longer there either. “Where am i?” she looks around .“ It seems to be an abandoned building. She touched her chest and the wound was stitched up. “Huh that guy must've stitched it up. He's probably gone by now. When i get back to headquarters i'll find a way to thank him. Right headquarters. I can't go back, I'm being targeted.” She looked down as she was no longer wearing the clothes she was wearing before. She was wearing men's clothing a little too big on her. She got up and walked towards the window. “I need to get out of here and find a place to lay low for a while before they find me.

¨ It's morning? How long have I been out?¨ She looked around and saw the chair with her bag. She hurried and went to go search the bag to see if anything was missing in her bag. she looked inside the bag for the one thing that was making her a target, the flash drive. A sigh of relief. She pulled out a gum case and opened it inside was the flash drive. “Thank god…” she then looks for her phone. She grabs it and checks for the date.

 Wednesday March 5th ¨I've been asleep for two weeks!¨

 **She grabbed the bag and walked towards the door, when she tried to open the door the door wouldn't budge. “Great. Now I have to force myself out.” She went back to the window, she opened the window and took a look outside. “Two stories high… that might not be a problem, but i need a way to get out without being noticed. This probably means there are people guarding the door from the outside.” She went looking for something she could use to protect herself. She looks in the kitchen and finds nothing of value. She does find something to protect herself. She found a knife and twenty dollars. She pocketed the money and went back to the door. She reaches for her hair and pulls out a bobby pin. She uses the bobby pin to unlock the door. 

*click*

“There we go.”

She opens the door and prepares to fight. When she walked out to her surprise no one was guarding the door. Before she gets anywhere she hears someone's footsteps. She decides to go back and pretend to be asleep so that she could get some information out of whoever was coming. She hurried back to the bed she found herself lying on. She tried to position herself back how she was before she woke up. She closed her eyes and waited for the unknown person to walk in. Not long she heard the footsteps get closer. The stranger set something down on the table; it was a box with unknown files. The box had something written on the side. “Important documents.” He sat there for a few more minutes, he got up and came towards her. He checked her wound and her temperature. When he was finished he walked out and closed the door. “Click” he locked the door. She waited a couple of minutes before she got back up. When she could no longer hear him she got up and walked towards the box. She takes the top off the top to the box and sets  it aside. She sees a file with her name on it. She grabs it and opens the file. She began to read “ Marilyn Grams twenty-two years old and attended Flore Mont University. Parents died two years ago. Has an older male sibling named Brendan Grams.” She continued to look through the file and found a picture of her brother, Brenden. “He looks familiar. Do I know him?” She tries to think where she's seen him before but only ends up with a horrible headache. The room begins to spin. She holds her head hoping it would help. “Who is he? Why is he so familiar?” She falls to the ground her head is now throbbing. She can no longer take the pain. She fainted shortly after. 

Everything's dark for a second. I'm alone. No one hears, I turn around and suddenly I'm sitting on a bench. There's a little boy. He was smiling, “why are you here? Where are your parents?.” I say. I touch the boy then everywhere around me goes dark. The boy disappears, I'm now alone once more. I start to breathe hard and get unsteady. Shortly after I hear the littles boy whisper. “You have to remember who you are. Who am i? Why can't you remember?” The little boy repeats himself and he gets louder and louder. “I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM OR WHO YOU ARE!” he stops yelling and disappears again. It gets quiet. The boy reappears, but this time behind me he gives me a terrible freight**