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Finally she was moved to a quaint old house in Northwestern California. It was run by an older woman; someone who Sara believed wouldn't be able to do anything to harm her. For the first time, she was right. She was finally somewhere where she could be happy and get a good education and life so when she finally turned eighteen, she would be able to do something and become what she wanted to become.
Instead of hiding behind books and work, Sara grew fond of the old woman that cared for her like the mother she wished she had. Her name was Addy Birkwood and she was sixty-seven years old and a mother of three who had years ago grown up and moved to wherever their lives led them. Her life as a mother for forty years taught her to love and cherish children and so she decided to do something with the rest of her life to help other children. She had especially grown fond of Sara and they often sat on the porch, talking or even reading together.
"Good afternoon, Sara," Addy smiled as Sara walked off the bus and came into the yard.
"Hey Addy, and same to you. Gosh, I can't believe its June already," Sara replied to the kind woman.
"Yes, June already and your graduation is in three days. I don't believe how much I've come to enjoy your company over the years and now you'll be leaving me to go off to college. I don't know what I'll do."
"Don't worry," Sara stepped onto the porch and started swinging on the swing, "I'll write every chance I get and I'll come and visit."
Little did Sara know, that she would go off to college and by the time break came around, she wouldn't visit; Abby Birkwood died the next spring of a heart attack. She came to the funeral and it was one of the saddest days of her life. For hours, she sat on the porch sing, rocking back and forth, crying silently and wondering why these things always happened to her and no one else.
That day faded away into her memory as the house was soon sold and Sara went back off to College for another few years.
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There she was, twenty one years old and in her sophomore year at Harvard. She had one or two close friends and very few acquaintances, but she wasn't big on going out and partying. She was putting Addy's money to good use and making sure she got the best education she could get. She was going to be something in life, to make up for everything that ever went wrong in her childhood. Little did she know, she was digging herself into a hole that she would never get out of.
It was a Autumn night that year that Sara went to her first party with one of her friends named Elizabeth. She was picked up around eight thirty and she and her friend drove to the guy's house.
Sara had never experienced anything like it; now this is not meant to be in a positive connotation. With the loud music, excessive alcohol and drug use, and dirty dancing Sara hid herself in the corner. If she had been out there dancing, she would have been trampled, either that or she was sure she would have had a beer bottle jammed down her throat by some drunken guy. It was something she'd rather not do, so after an hour and a half, she simply walked out the door, everyone else was too drugged to notice anything, let alone her walking out the door.
Sighing, she made her way to her friend's car and drove it home. There, she took to studying, since she was sure she wouldn't be able to sleep after what she'd just experienced.
What did I do to deserve a life like this? Who knows what happened to my parents, Michael soiled my body countless times, and Addy died on me before I even went to college, but now I have nobody at all. Even back then there was someone there, whether they were for better or for worse, my parents still gave me a house to live in, at Michael's place I had companions to share my misery, and Addy acted as my mother. Now there is nobody, no friends to confide in, no parent to write to or call, nothing.
Finally, when she thought she had someone, she was wrong. He turned out to be an ass who just wanted to use her, who wanted to use her like Michael did. After that incident, that was it for her. She wouldn't let people do that to her anymore.
The years went by and she would graduate and deciding that she didn't have a life here, she went back to California for more school. There, she met Grissom and later she would move to Las Vegas, hoping that there she could better herself and her life by meeting knew people and possibly finding a relationship she could be happy in.
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She remembered it all as if she were some other person watching some movie in her mind. At first, she was even amazed that she remembered everything, but with a life like that, it was hard to forget.
After finishing up everything she needed to get off her chest, she took a deep breath and said, "If Richard is still out there, I don't know what else he wants with me. He got his revenge; he finished what he had tried to do before though I don't know why I was so important. I'm probably not the only one he's done thing to. I… let's just… can we leave here?"
"Yeah, I'll call the hotel and tell them that we probably won't be returning tonight, if at all this week and then tell Sam we're going to try and find somewhere to stay overnight."
"Thanks." There she sat, staring at the bright, white hallways filled with medical personnel and equipment. Seeing it all sent a shiver down her spine. It seemed so eerie to be in the middle of a place of birth and death and that she had been there in one of those rooms being searched and invaded even more so than when Richard had raped her. How many times had she imagined herself in this position and now it was real. Instead of her damaged body on a bed from being in a car accident from DUI, she had been sitting on a table and someone was doing a rape kit on her, instead of her on some unlucky victim. Once again in her life, she was the victim. As much as she had always never wanted to be a victim, she realized that she always had been. Ever since the day she was born, it was just going to be.