I lay in the rich brown mud thickened with blood, My ocean blue eyes stare upon the rain covered night sky. It’s as if the sky is crying for me in a way. I try to move my head to the side but all I hear is a cracking noise that comes from my neck. I move it back slightly to its original state to not break something that's already broken even more. With a heavy sigh, I close my eyes one final time. How did it come to this? Why? They say you live your life over in your head before you really pass, my memories come rushing back to me. They start slowly, building up momentum. A blinding light flashes and I see a small baby girl. Her eyes are electric blue and very wide. She lets out a high pitch but beautiful laugh. It fills the room, makes warm and cozy. I want to stay but it’s quickly over. More memories play and before I know it I see a small little bean like girl, beautiful. Long, thick brown hair. It dances in the winds as her mother makes a flower crown for her daughter. A sweet exchange of a hug so heartfelt. Backing away the small girl receives the flower crown, she giggles and makes her mother bow before her. I grip my fading heart as tears well on the edge of my eyes. The memory once again moves on. They flick in my mind quickly until I reach the age of seven-teen. It slows and I watch intently. Why do you stop here memories? What is so important at this stage in life? I sit watching as my memories play out, silently watching and in that instant I understand.