Glass shattered as my mind finally went back to reality. My hand was bleeding from the mirror I had just smashed with it. I couldn't stand looking at my own reflection without doing something stupid. I left my bathroom, I needed to do something relaxing, to take my mind off things. Ever since my sister died, I wouldn't look at my reflection, we looked like twins... But somehow I just felt like I killed her. I sat on my couch, "you didn't kill her Jessica, it was an accident, a car crash.. It's not your fault" I whisper to myself. I don't care that it was an accident, the empty feeling inside of me would never be filled... Ever. My shrink. No matter how many times I've seen her, talked to her about everything, leaving no details out, the flashbacks won't go away. I was in the car with her why didn't I die?!?!
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Teen FictionA girl has trouble balancing her life with the flashbacks and the trouble she's been having. Her best friend always seems to come through to her in situations like these but, can Dana help her now or will she have to live like this forever?
