Sara

It’s funny, the things you remember and the things you don’t. Someone once told me that the mind has its filters; well mine must be working overtime. A lot of bad times have happened throughout the course of my life; I was abused by my father, I watched my mother kill him when it all got too much for her, I was taken away from the only person in my life who loved and put into foster care, because of all that I was teased in school, I moved to Vegas and was rejected by the man I moved for, the man I loved and then to cap it all off when we finally got together a psychotic killer kidnapped me and trapped me under an upturn car. And yet, my mind choices not to remember all of that. It filters it out.

The bad things still come through every once in a while, I’ll get insecure or a case will bring up bad memories, but for the most part it only remembers the good things. I have to remember the good things or I’ll go crazy. It’s funny, considering everything that has happened that I still consider myself one of the luckiest people alive.

For one thing I’m lucky to be alive; the doctors say if I hadn’t been found when I was found I probably wouldn’t have made it through. Not only am I alive, but I have a lot to live for. I have a job that I love and that I’m good at. I have wonderful friends; friends who worked arduously to find me, friends who waited by my bedside in the hospital waiting for me to wake up, friends who I know will be there for me anytime I need them. Friends who I am thankful for everyday of my life.

I have a wonderful husband, who I love with every piece of my heart and who loves me in return. A man I would do anything for and who would do anything for me. A man who refused to rest until he found me. A man stayed by my side the entire time I was in that hospital bed (the nurses told me they had to threaten to call security in order to get him to leave for an hour.) A man who makes me endlessly happy and who took my hand in front of all of our friends and vowed to spend the rest of his days making me endlessly happy. A man who I can’t live without and who told me he wouldn’t have been able to live without me.

Together we have a beautiful daughter and a son on the way. We live in a very happy home filled with lots of love. Our children know they are loved, not just by us but by our wonderful friends as well, our ‘extended family’. Together we’re making many happy memories, to make up for all the bad ones in our minds.

In my life I have learnt that when something bad happens, it’s important to remember the good times or the bad times will consume you. It’s just difficult because that’s when the good things are hardest to see. With the help of my friends, my loving husband and our little angels I’ve managed to put all the bad things in my past and move forward. I’ve managed to make many happy memories to carry me through. At the end of the day, life is made up of memories and at the end of it all, memories are all that will be left of you when you’re gone, so make them beautiful.

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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the ending of the story, sorry to those of you hoping for a tragic endng - I just couldn't bring myself to write it, even when the idea was in my head lol

Thanks to everyone who took the time to read my story and a big thanks to everyone who bothered to review!