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MINUTE ONE
They say you have around 6 minutes of brain activity before you actually die.
I felt the force of the impact connect to my chest.
Pain.
Red hot pain.
I didn't fight. I just let the life drain out of me.
I could hear muffled sobs of Sam. I could hear my last few breaths.
Then I saw haze.
6 minutes. That's all I had left.
It's all I have left to remember the elements of my life. It's all I have to reflect.
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12 years earlier:
"Charlotte, baby!" my mom called to me.
My five-year-old self ran over to her, lugging my backpack along.
"Ready for kindergarten?" she told me, pinching my cheek.
"Yup." I said.
My father snapped a quick picture of me, before kissing my cheek.
"Have a good day! Stick close to Samuel and you'll be fine." he whispered.
I nodded, before hopping into Sam's car, where his parents were dropping us off.
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FLASHBACKS
4 years earlier:
I slammed my face onto the bed, my mouth gaping open with blocked screams.
My parents had died.
An orphanage worker walked in, laying a hand on my back.
"It's ok, you'll be fine," she soothed.
What type of teenager lost their parents at thirteen to murder? And basically watch?
They wanted to kill me too. They chased after me.
Oh my God, I'm an orphan. Soon to be a corpse.
I'm only thirteen.
I'm surrounded by smelly children, and have no parents, no more life.
My heart hurts so bad it's unrecognizable.
I'm so confused.
So confused.
Why me?
Why couldn't I die with my parents? It would have been over, and I wouldn't have to deal with what I'm dealing with.
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We Broke
Mystery / ThrillerBut there was something about Charlotte. She wasn't like the most prettiest girl in the world, but anyone with heart could tell that she had a beautiful heart. A heart that could easily be broken. A heart that needed to be protected. -- Her pare...
