I look into the mirror and wonder who is looking back at me. The flashbacks have given me no clue as to what type of woman I am. Am I a killer? Am I a victim? Am I both? I just don't know. I am at a loss of what to do. I take a deep breath and turn away from the haunting image in the mirror and look down at the street below. People walking with a purpose in life-I wonder where they are going. Home to a loved one? Home to their children? I have no loved one; I have no family. I just have myself, someone I don't even know. I turn around and look at the little apartment I now call home. I have a...