I know this place, I've walked this path. Where am I?
I feel eyes upon me. There is someone watching me. As if I am pulling myself from the grave I bring together the effort to lift my head and push my shoulders off the dirt road. And I know who is watching me. He is a figure known to every living this from the moment it is born. As familiar as one's mother.
I am at once both scared and calm, incredibly, unthinkably. For I know he cannot hurt me even more than before.
Before what?
