Death (Chapter 1 - My birthday sucks, page 1 of 12)


 
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I thought I died. I knew I was dead. One minute I was in my black Lexus, off to school on my eighteen birthday. The next minute, there was a truck-sized dent in my car, pushing it on to the tracks where the train did a good job of finishing me off. Then I was on my bed thinking it was a dream.

As much as I would have loved to stick with my theory of it being a dream, I knew as surely as I knew my name that I had died horribly. The question now was why the hell I was staring at my reflection in the mirror without a bruise. Weird.

"Darling, you will be late for school."

 
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