After being rescued from the wilderness, the hurt and torment that it caused you never really went away. Paparazzi asking you questions every ten minutes, you couldn’t walk out in public without being bumrushed with horrendous questions about how your still alive.

Even after everything you fell out of touch with everyone even your bestfriend—Shauna Shipman, who caused some of the worst moments even after Jackie passed and her baby was born. How did you keep a baby alive for months? You never really figured that out, but besides everyone hating her guts for bringing torment and then a baby into their traumatic situation, you were the only one who helped her.

You guys never spoke again, it had been a year since your rescue and you had gotten a since of normality back into your life, had gotten a job and made a sense of stability.

As you pranced in your kitchen; you heard a soft knock on your door and you glanced at your cellphone for the time. 7:30pm. You furrowed your brows as another knock came, and you walked over to the door and opened it.

“Shauna?” You stared at the visibly crying girl who held the handle of her son’s car seat, you had stepped slightly closer to her in more confusion than anything. Before you could speak again she beat you to it.

“I need.. help. I feel so alone.” Her voice was hoarse and broken as stray tears fell down her cheeks.