Bridget opened her eyes slowly but did not move.<em>I'm alive?</em>She thought in disbelief but the thought was not very reassuring. She knew she had been hurt, and hurt badly. But the pain was numbed by an even greater pain. She didn't want to look around in search of her beloved. She knew they had killed him and she didn't not want to see his body. She only prayed she would join him soon in death.<br/><br/>Sorrow gripped her heart and before she could stop herself her body was being raked with tremendous sobs. "What have I done?" she cried to herself "this is all my fault!"