She remembered everything. From the sickening crunch of her mother's neck to the garbled screams of her father. She remembered the people who did it, and she told, but no one ever believed her. Heck, she didn't believe herself anymore.

She had already been on her way home, waiting, eagerly, for the feel of the rope around her neck or the moon colored metal that would maim her skin. She believed this was just a better, easier way to die. She just didn't care.

"Ms. Matthews?"

Anna is startled from her sad thoughts and into reality. She looks up at the doctor (Dr. Chase, she recalls), but doesn't speak.

"You're running very low on blood right now and we have to take you into surgery. You're lucky that you survived the first one. Even though all your bones are set and in place, you will have to wait until all your bones are healed."
Anna pays attention to her words, gobbling them up like a pig at feeding time. She wants to know when she'll be able to get out so that she can end her life faster.

"Your face was completely scarred seeing that the truck hit you on your side. You can either stay like this, which I don't recommend, or we can have a reconstruction surgery to fix your face."

So she wouldn't even be her anymore, huh? She didn't care. She just wanted to feel the euphoric feeling of the breathe slowly leaving here lungs. She gave a slight nod to the doctor.

"Excellent!" The smart-looking blonde cheered, "Also, is there anyone you can call?"

She had a brother, but she hasn't seen him in so long that she didn't think that he'd remember her nor her of him.

She gave another nod.

"You can use my phone if you'd like?" The doctor asked.

She nodded yet again and began to croak out the numbers of her brother's last known phone number. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hello?" His voice was deep and scratchy as if he had just woken up.

"K-Kai?" She asked and flinched. How long had she been out?

"Yes?" He sounded suspicious, "Who is this?"

"I-I-It's me, K-kai. Anna."

There's a pause and then, "Oh my god. ANNA?! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!?! FORGET THST, WHERE ARE YOU NOW?!"

"I'm in the hospital. I got hit by a t-t-truck." She groaned internally at the stutter.

"Anna, what hospital?" Kai inquired, "You do realize that I'm not even in the same state anymore. I live in Columbus!"

"I'm in New York a-at the B-b-bronx-L-leban-non."

At that point she deflated. Here voice was scratchy and her throat hurt immensely. Dr. Chase took the phone.

"Hello? Mr. Matthews?"

She heard little from the other line. The doctor's responses filled the air.

She tuned out everything and didn't notice when the gas mask was put over her face. When her eyes fluttered shut, one thought echoed in her head.

Just kill me now.