Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.

Our mistakes rewire our brain and open up new gateways of perception.

You know," she murmured, "we're all heading straight to hell.""Yes," said Masako, giving her a bleak look. "It's like riding downhill with no brakes.""You mean, there's no way to stop?" "No, you stop all right - when you crash.

There is always a moment in our lives when we are destined to fall the way we ever feared of.

Maybe not getting what she wanted gave her everything she wanted after all.

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate.