3 months later
The harsh January wind beats against me as I walk. Tears sting my eyes. Thoughts for the seven years of pain that I lived through fill my head. I don`t feel sorrow, as much as it makes me just want to cry, out of what emotion I don`t know. Maybe joy from what it brought.
These thoughts have flooded my head since Chaya left. I immediately remembered they day that she had died after she left. I`ve told Judd about this, and he says he has it to. That the memories keep coming back, no matter how happy he is. It must just be a part of being human.
I try to think of all the good things that have happened recently. Chaya`s leaving for Italy was a bittersweet moment. Judd and I celebrated out first Christmas and Thanksgiving with Anna and Mico. Chloe and Cameron have had a huge success with COT. Ryan and Darrion have spent a lot of time together and have been getting close. My little sister Jeannie has matured and moved out from my parents place. Lionel has spent a lot of time with his uncle. Mark and John have spent a lot of time with Carl, Tom and Luke and all went on a small missions trip to Germany for COT.
I still struggle with the pain though, but I believe everyone does. We all saw different things though out those seven years. At one point I was tired of being strong. Judd and Lionel said they were the same way, Judd especially saying he wanted to give up while they were stuck in Israel, but he knew he had to keep going. He always says how worth it it was.
I have talked recently with Chaya about the memories I have remembered, retelling the stories of us so close to capture. She will be getting back next week, and we will trade more stories then. I have reminisced with Shelly, Melinda, Darrion,Janie and the other girls. They all remember the pain too.
Every thought floods my mind. Capture, death, fleeing, everything. I suddenly realise I am not paying attention to where I am going when I feel something in my path.
I look up and see a girl, probably around my age, standing there. " I`m sorry." I say.
She looks at me. She gives me a nod to mean she accepts my apology. " Um, you wouldn`t happen to be Vicki Bryne, would you?" she asks.
"Yes, I am" I say.
How does she know who I am?