#5

The truth was, focusing on these memories was as much a way to hold onto her history as it was a distraction.  She needed something to think about, to imagine, to draw her attention away from what always lay just out of sight, in the corner of her peripheral vision.  She could not turn her head to look directly at it, even if she had wanted to.  It sat there, out of focus and barely visible at the edges of her vision.  Maddening.  Reminding her where she was.