[ WP ] A woman you look after at the hospital is dying . You 're at her bedside and she has one final story to tell you . `` I killed myself at 17 , '' she starts .

`` I died when I was 17...'' she started. 
 
 `` It was fifty years ago. The war was still going on. I was in a refuge with this brave woman who called herself Beth. Day and night, she would be there for all of us. She stood for us, talked back to the horrible men and their guns. Oh they were such horrible men! They took my parents from me. Barged in one night and slit their throats. I managed to get away, but barely. My leg was bleeding from the many falls I had whilst running.'' she looked at me with those big, sad eyes like she always did. But this time, it was different. 
 
 `` One morning, I was out playing in the field with my three friends. Sally, Joanna, and Cyn. I still remember that fateful morning, how I felt the wind blow on my face, the laughter we made. Everything was alright for once... till the sirens came.'' she went silent again, this time she stared at the ceiling at let out a big sigh. 
 
 `` It's okay if you do n't want to continue,'' I said, reaching out my hand. 
 
 `` No no, It's quite alright.'' it sounded like she was mustering a whole lot of energy for speech, her time was coming, and it was made apparent to me. 
 
 `` I heard gun fire in the distance, flash of lights came from the barn. I ran in and heard screaming. It was incessant, it did n't stop. I rushed into the bed room and I saw one of the horrible men on top of her, he was violating her. Blood was pouring out from her chest and yet she was breathing; heavily at that. I picked up her chopping knife and lunged at the man, but he was quick. He kicked me to the ground and grabbed my wrists. He raised the knife up in the air before letting out his last breath. Beth had picked his weapon from him and shot him.'Come here,' I remember her say as she beckoned to me.'I'm in... so much pain.' I did n't know what to do, I was panicking, her life was disappearing before me.'Finish it.' she told me as she shoved the weapon into my hand.'' 
 
 `` And what happened next?'' I asked. 
 
 She looked at me, stone-faced. 
 
 She had passed on.
