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the emotional pain, which invaded her heart with so much sorrow that it overcame her. It was like she had been crushed, every part of her begging to be put out of its misery. Death had found Sara once again.
    A fuzzy drape encased her, and she no longer felt a part of the world around her. It was as if she were a distant observer, looking in on earth and all of its troubles. So much pain. So much suffering. And for what? This place, this existence, it was just a cruel, senseless joke. People were allowed to experience brief periods of happiness, moments of fleeting joy, only to have them abruptly taken away. They thought they were building a life. They believed they had a purpose to fulfill and, as a result, spent years trying to achieve and accomplish whatever it was they equated with success. Some accumulated wealth; others achieved career success. Many found love, formed families, and did whatever they could to nurture, protect, and provide for their loved ones. But it was all just an illusion. No one could ever really protect anyone. We all die in the end. Game over. There was no otherworldly reward for good behavior. Every living being suffered the same fate—death.
    Sara’s fuzzy, detached state began to fade as everything came pounding down on her. The sunlight was too bright for her sensitive eyes. The birds seemed to screech in her ears like loud emergency sirens. The very air itself seemed to choke her as she tried to breathe. Sara’s whole world seemed to spin out of control and a whirl of dizziness overcame her. She thought she was going to vomit.
    She bolted for the front door as death gained on her. Her head throbbed, and her heart raced. She tried to fight the overwhelming feelings of helplessness and despair. But there was no way out. No way to escape death’s powerful, persistent clutches.
    She opened the front door and threw herself down on the black leather couch. “NO!” she screamed. “I can’t be a part of this anymore!” She whipped her newspaper against the wall and cried out in sorrowful sobs that filled the room with death’s tragic song. It had to stop here. She had to defeat it, once and for all.
    Sara ran to her bedroom and retrieved the shiny handgun that was safely hidden in her nightstand drawer. She slowly raised the gun to her head and began to pull the trigger. She waited to hear the boom of the gun going off and expected to feel the bullet sharply piercing her skull. But instead she felt something unexpected. Someone pushed her, with a herculean strength that knocked her off her feet. She fell to the carpet as the gun flew from her hand and went off, sending the bullet into her bedroom wall. Sara lay on the carpet, her heart pounding and beads of sweat trickling down her temples. She cried once again.
    After what seemed like an eternity, she finally rose. She looked around for her mysterious rescuer, but found nothing and no one that could explain what had happened to her.
    She picked the gun off the floor and checked it before attempting to kill herself once again. It was out of ammo. How could that be possible? Sara was certain the gun had been fully loaded. She didn’t have time to trouble herself with details. Maybe she had just forgotten. Besides, it hardly mattered now. There was really only one thing left to do, and she had to stay focused on that. She again went to her nightstand drawer to find some more ammo but strangely could find nothing. Her plans to kill herself were thwarted once again.
    What just happened? she wondered. How did I fall? And what happened to all my ammo? I was sure I had a full box just the other day. Sara was forced to remain in her tortured existence. Tears streamed down her face, leaving behind a smudgy mess of mascara. She breathed in deeply, but still couldn’t get enough air. She quickly darted to the window, flung it open, and drew frantic breaths of cool air into her lungs. Then she headed for the refrigerator and downed a bottle of