The Sky Was My Ceiling

Sammie wakes up with no memory of the last three and a half months, her body rebuilt by seven surgeons after a random, brutal murder attempt. Whoever hit her with their car, ran her over again, and threw her into a dumpster thought she wouldn't survive. They were wrong - and there was a witness. But survival comes with a price. Before she can understand what happened, she's discharged onto the streets of North Hollywood, a city she was only visiting when her life was stolen from her.
She's left with a PICC line in her neck, an aluminum walker, and a brain struggling to form sentences. No phone. No family contact. No memory. No protection. And no explanation - because both the medical and police records are sealed. What follows is a raw, cinematic memoir of instinct, grit, and the feral will to live