I wasn't always sad. My mind wasn't always in hell. I used to be a rose, a symbol of love for my parents. But roses eventually become apart of the ground.
Unlike the parents of my classmates, mine loved each other very much. I was their world, and they were mine. For me, there was no worrying. I didn't even know what the word "accident" meant.
However, it wasn't long before I found out. My first "accident" happened when our car flipped over. The only thing I could see was the head of my mother breaking the windshield, and my father, with his skull visible and bleeding to death.
It's almost funny how things react. If the man we swerved our car for didn't cross the street at 11:57 am, we wouldn't have crashed. If he had chosen another coffee house to cross the street for, we wouldn't have crashed. If I hadn't begged mommy to take me to McDonalds for a stupid happy meal, we wouldn't have crashed.
I no longer believed in heaven, for mine was gone in a crash.
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Teen FictionDecember 17, 2016, the day Silvia Lockhart died. The thing is, she didn't just die. She committed suicide. In death, she meets The Ultimate, who grants her one, last, death wish; to watch the world care about her at last. *** this story is not to m...
