As we all sat down in the lounge room laughing and talking, my mind began to wander. If I could see the
past from different peoples eyes, I wondered if that would work for the day my parents were attacked.
If I could possibly see things from say the one who tapped my leg when he thought I was dead. A part of
me was scared though. What if it ended up being like my nightmares, and I have to be sedated or
something. “You cannot always run from your fears Claire” Saharra told me speaking up. “I know Saharra, but that day is so horrible for me to even think about. I have to live with that memory every day that I wake up or go to sleep. Do I really want to willingly see that day through the killers eyes?” I asked
her. “If it means catching the one responsible for it, then yes” she answe
