I ran into oncoming traffic. I didn't care. Actually, I would rather die, I thought decidedly, than go back to that. A couple of cars saw me too late to stop. One car veered and crashed into another, and a truck with a gas tank hit them both. Immediately, flames burst out, and I would have run into them but that someone grabbed me and pulled me back.
"Who is that? What happened?!" A stranger shouted.
"Itís okay," said my savior, "She's with us."
No, I thought, recognizing his voice. No, I wanted shout. Don't let him take me back!