“You can come out of the bathroom…”
I knew she could hear me, but she wasn’t immediately responding.
“I don’t know where I am,” she replied.
“Well, you’re in my home, obviously dead. I think I can help you.”
“Why do you think you can help me?”
“I’ve helped many like you.”
“What is that?”
Coming out of the bathroom, she pointed to my laptop.
“It’s a computer.”
She seemed confused.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?”
“I don’t remember everything.”
“You don’t have to remember everything, you can just tell me what you do remember.”
“I was locked up.”
“Do you know why?”
“No, they would only give me small amounts of food.”
“Did they do anything to you while you were locked up?”
“I don’t want to remember!”
She became emotional, but not exactly crying.
“Are you sure I’m dead?”
“I’m almost positive you’re dead. It must have been a long time ago if you don’t recognize my computer.”
“Soon after the war ended.”
“Yes, I was taken right at the end. I thought it was victory, but two women kidnapped me. I didn’t trust them.”
“How did they take you?”
She showed me an image of being physically assaulted with her mouth being covered. The two women restrained her.
“They wouldn’t tell me where they were taking me, they just told me to shut up.”
She continued, “They hurt me.”
She showed me an image of her being strapped to a table and…