Week 2 - Anamnesis

She apparently landed on a rock and was knocked out. The flashbacks of her and her friends as little kids laughing and running through the back yard with a rubber kickball, living in the fisheye lens. They contained all the uncertainty of being looked over by a new doctor for the very first time. The same uncertainty of feeling stuck in the car, raining, waiting for her mother to come walking out from inside the garage. While dogs bark at the car from the outside. Are those dogs barking to help or hurt her? She finally wakes up from her numb, feeble state of mind, just in time to see a black dog run from her, going toward the tree line under the moonlight. That dog ended up looking back from where it ran from, then it put it's head down sniffing the ground while slowly walking into the woods. The girl gets up, she feels a cold wind come down across her, blowing her hair forward from behind, slow-motion beauty. Wind as cold as the initial dry stick of iron gates in the winter time. She looks up, has her hands on her forehead, then drops to her knees. Who couldn't hear the screams...?