It's brief, a flicker of pain and sound more than a true memory. Your back aches against the floor, and the arm that was against your throat so recently made it sore to swallow. The voice that hisses in your ear is heavy, even though the green eyes eyes that flash at you are young. "You think you're so much better than me, do you? You judgmental bitch. It's people like you that make people like me. Wrap yourself in that tonight, when you go to bed alone and with nothing..." Alone and with nothing. You almost laugh because she'd said it as if it wasn't something you already knew. You may have been trying to do what you thought was best (of course to have it fail), but telling you that you're alone? It barely hurt because you've said the same thing to yourself thousands of times.