43. The end
I was in a coma for a long time. I don't know what happened to my body, but I actually woke up. I heard that the truck driver was buried, and that many had attended to show him and me their support. I became headlines in the country and everywhere they talked about me. It felt odd and so different. I hadn't done anything but survived.
I sat a long time in a wheelchair, but after a year, I managed to finally get up my body and was able to walk with crutches. The doctors were talking about the fact that my body had reacted to the drugs and become paralysed by that I never got to move on my body. I know it may be a cop-out, because it happened so much more in the barn. The police managed to get rid of all the movies on the net. I was underage and all who saw them were called to the survey. Many of them seemed to be pedophiles, but I really have no clue about the whole story. I couldn't bother.
Niall wrote me a letter. I chose not to read it, but put it in my drawer, just in case I got the courage to dare. I think my dad burned the letter, because one day it was just gone. Five years later, Niall did suicide in prison. Police said he felt guilty, but I doubt it.