Before I tell you what happened, I might want to tell you where it started. I'm Charlotte, but everyone calls me Charlie. I'm sixteen, and I live in Oregon. Two months ago I moved from West Virginia because my sister got in a motorcycle wreck with her boyfriend and died. I've always hated motorcycles. We couldn't stand to live in that tragic town with all of those tragic memories. We meaning my mom, dad, brother, and I. My brother's name is Matt. He's 17 and hasn't talked much since Ali died. They were twins. Well we moved into a house in this plastic looking neighborhood that looked like it came out of a magazine.
When we got there, I immediately ran up the stairs and plopped my stuff on the ground. My room was huge. It took all night to set up my room just the way I wanted it. Then when I was unpacking my clothes, I pulled out one of Ali's old shirts. In that moment I didn't know what else to do but cry. I miss her so much. Her laugh, her strikingly blue eyes, her long, dark hair. All of my memories of the wreck came flooding back to me.
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I saw it all from my window of the old house. She was on the back of Michael's bike, her boyfriend, when a drunk driver pulled out in front of them. It killed Michael on impact, but not Ali. I ran as fast as my long legs could take me, when I got to her I just held her hand. She said in a whispery voice, "Charlie, I love you. Keep you pretty little head up." And then it was like her last breath was gone before I blinked.
I was home alone that night because my parents were on a date and Matt was at his friend's house. I just laid there, crying holding the lifeless hand of my sister when an ambulance pulled up. They pried me off of her as I was kicking and screaming. They drove away, and the cops wanted a statement. I was too shaken up, so I just sat there in the middle of the road. Her blood was all over me.
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Matt came into my room when he heard me crying. He saw Ali's shirt in my hand and just hugged me tightly, reassuring me that it was going to be alright. I looked up to see tears streaming down his face as well and just cried harder. Matt said I cried myself to sleep on him, so he carried me to bed.
