]Somehow you manage to find clothes and keys in the dark. Even though you heard the door, and the room is empty except for you, you still feel someone is nearby and you need to run. Your vision is blurry from tears and from simply not wanting to see, your stomach churning, blood drying on your lip. You find your car and drive home. You know you shouldn't be driving; you can't see and you aren't even wearing shoes. Stop on the way - there is a payphone. Call for help. You call a friend and her daughter answers the phone. She says, "is someone there?" Sure you are yelling, you say "I need you to get your mom." But maybe you are only saying this in your head, because she can't hear you. You hang up. Back to the car, the blind driving, the trucks with their headlights and growling engi

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