I lift myself up, back on my feet as the harsh shells prick viciously into my flesh. A sudden flashback: An image of Rose, her strong, impulsive arm swinging towards me, broken glass lands at my feet, tearing my skin. The picture blurs as my ears ring and my hands start to shake. I throw the nasty memory aside.
Steadying myself, turning around to look at my garden in the distance and begin to walk back. Once I get to the road between the beach and my garden, I look both ways as I start to cross the path. Suddenly a fast, red car speeds past. Two drunk men lean out of the car and whistle at me as I leap back. Another vision comes into my mind: Rose drunk and angrily driving down my road and towards my front porch. I toss the memory away and continue to walk to my house.
As I walk across t
