The Turn of Truth

Prologue.

I'm walking from Ray's house to mine, when it happens.

One moment, I have enough life in me to lend some to a dying person.

The next moment, I'm the one needing a little more life. I'm on the road, sprawled across the zebra crossing, my heart breating loudly like the huge flicker of a flame before it gets estinguished. A number of people I do not know have crowded around me, all of them have looks of dread and horror on their faces. The man who's car hit me isn't here anymore.

"Why doesn't somebody call the hospital?" says a young woman from the crowd. There's a rush of movements then.

But that's useless, I don't know how I know, but I do know. I'm dying. It's final. No amount of medics of prayers can save me now. I'm dying. Cassie Young is dying. My life is over. Have I achieved everything I wanted to in my fifteen years? 

Definitely not.

As everything is happening here and there in a blur, only one thing can run through my mind: This can't be over now.