She had never felt so alone. She had friends, a nice, loving, accepting family, but she never felt at home. Ever since the accident she hadn’t felt the same. It was like she was stuck in the past, while everyone was moving forward, she found herself acting like she used to, thinking like she used to, and looking like she used to, not aging or maturing at all. It had been 9 years since it happened. Why wasn’t she over it?