The 911 call for help came in early through a weird winter windstorm. A crash of ‘breaking glass and screams landing on hardwood’ had been artfully described.

Rounding the back of the house the officer noticed that all curtains were tightly drawn, like freshly healed wounds. A rickety back door greeted him. The officer shook the door’s knob which moved like a fractured wrist. It opened with ease, but a security chain hindered entrance.

Peering in through the four inch crack, the officer witnessed a frantic woman, naked in a circle of glass and blood. “Don’t open the door! Go away!”

Using his full weight, the chain snapped. A gust of clean wind followed the officer in, breathing life into the home’s exterior. Post-It-Notes filled with whos, whats, whys, whens, wheres and hows rained down like tattooed wings.

At the center of the storm the woman snatched at her graffiti covered confetti. Her gaze focused onto a single note as it fluttered into her grateful hands:

Remember who you are