thirty
I remember it all.
It was my fault. We shouldn't have gone to the beach. The waves were big, brutal, but we went in. We flirted with death and Thomas fell in love.
I cheated death. The ambulance picked me up and gave me the medical attention I needed. I woke up two days later. I didn't remember a thing.
Maybe because I didn't want to remember. Maybe because I couldn't. Maybe because I was an unexplained, idiotic, stupid excuse of a human being. Maybe because I couldn't be diagnosed. Maybe because nothing was wrong.
I cheated death. I should have died out there, with my boyfriend who took my heart. I should have died. But I lived.
Miraculous, the doctors called it. That cut alone should have killed her. She lost so much blood.
I cheated death, but now it looked like death was back to get me.
