“What’s your name?” I'm trembling, my hands start dripping sweat, my lips shudder, but somehow no sound escapes the iron clasp of my throat. “Sweetie, don't be shy, we just want to know your name.” The syllables sound further and further away with each movement of her curved mouth. I know my name. It's Kimberley Jialie Arango but the foreign words spoken to me ripped the meaning of my identity away. The woman with the red lips sighed. She...

It's dark outside and she's running. She's running faster than her legs can move. She's running faster than her mind can think. There’s an alley. No, not good enough. The street signs flash by her before she hears the first shot. BANG! BANG! She isn't hit so she keeps running. The sun’s coming out and she sees her apartment building moving closer on the horizon. She stumbles into the complex, and collapses at her own front door. It's...