It was a cold dusky autumn morning. I lay in my bed watching the rain flow down the window, thinking of a life that is not mine. I did not want this life. All I wanted was to be a good person and live in peace.
I have always wanted to live in the mountains of Montana alone, where I could bring no harm to others, and no harm could be brought to me.
My body hurts, and my mind will not shut out what they have done to me.
I just wanted to grow a garden and hunt for the meat I would need to survive. Cure the hides of my kills and make the items I would need to get by from day to day.
Yet that is not what I have been given. Instead, I have been forced into witness protection.
Will I ever be free of this torment?