Before October 1, I was beginning to embark on a whole new outlook on my life. I had had enough of feeling sorry for myself and was finally over the man who broke my heart. My sister and I were as close as we could get, and we were having the best time. Everything changed in a matter of 12 minutes. I have never been more scared, and since then, healing has been hard. The smells, the sounds, running and not knowing what we were running into, holding on to my sister so tight, the faces of those who helped us and the faces of those who couldn’t be helped… .I’m afraid they’ll never fade. Some days are good, some days are bad, but what helps me is remembering that I am a survivor and I am not alone.