6. The Worst Day of Her Life

She struggled hard to fight it. She knew was was happening to her. Her disordered senses had probably decided it had had enough and was shutting down—she was going to black out. So she struggled hard to fight it. To push back the darkness that was steadily creeping towards her, shutting down everything in it's wake.

"No," she mouthed.

She was aware of the strong, warm arms around her slowly lowering her into a warm cushion. Then she was aware of his face looking down at her in worry, it was the only thing in focus.

He's probably going to call 911, she thought. Or the police. She had destroyed his car after all.

Oh, the car.

She remembered the fender bender and tried to shake her head. When had things gone from plowing into a car to fainting? She wasn't fatally wounded and dying, was she?

Still confused, she struggled to grasp the reins of her world. She