She didn't know when it started, just when it stopped.
At first it was small things, like the look in a victims eyes, the sadness of the pure, they brought her down, hard and fast. It soon built up though. She'd be walking down the street and their screams would follow, like her shadow, they would never truly disappear, just blend in with everything else.
She couldn't sleep anymore, when she did she saw their faces, heard their desperate cries. She couldn't help them,she was immobile. Then when she woke in a cold sweat, shaking, crying, she could smell the iron in the air of the non-existant blood that she saw splattered on the walls. The cast off, the similarities. No. She couldn't escape, no matter how many pills she took. No matter what her counselor said.
Now she doesn't sleep, she doesn't rest or laugh or smile. Her life changed 23 years ago with a murder. It changed 6 years ago with a phone call. Now it was to change again, this time she could stop the change though. She could stop the death. Right now the life hangs in the balance, the lord ready to judge, the living ready to save. The decision teetering with a black abyss below it. She'd made her choice now, the only question that remained was if it was the right one.
Sara Sidle chose to live, for now.