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November 2002

A Dream of Hope

She dreams of a better life, but her mind tells her it's impossible

I feel a prick in my arm and it jostles me back to consciousness. I try to open my eyes, but they will not open, the lights are too bright. I peek through a small slit in one eye and see a plastic vial turning red with blood, my blood. I suddenly realize I am lying on something cold and hard; it makes me shiver. I hear a deep; scratchy voice say something about not being a pro or an amateur, I wonder what that means. They see I am coming to, and I feel someone grab my arm and pull me up to a sitting position, my head starts pounding as I force my eyes open. I try to find my memory but it eludes me. I ask where I am. They inform me I am at the hospital, my heart drops to my feet. I wonder what I have done. Have I hurt anyone, or worse, did I kill someone?

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