*1 month later*
I dropped out of high school but I still keep in touch with my teachers though to make sure I knew what I was going on
I still go to the hospital on a regular day basis I'm on my way home from the hospital now
Belle still has made no sign of change which worries me and I'm on the verge of just giving up
But I know I'd never do that
It's so dark and foggy out which is weird because it's never been foggy while it's dark but I guess i wouldn't know because I hardly ever drive at night
I picked up speed because I was exhausted and I just wanted to go home
I'm physically and mentally tired I'm tired of everything I wish I was gone honestly I with I could some how trade places with belle
Some how
I turned on the radio to drown out my thoughts and carelessly sang along with the song that was playing
"I sat alone and watched the clock trying to collect my thoughts all I think about is you
And so I cry myself to sleep and hope the devil I don't meet in the dreams that I live through.."
The chorus came on and I sang louder than ever with tears building up in the brim of my eyes
"Believe in me I know you've waited for so long believe in me sometimes the weak become the strong believe in me this life's not always what it seems believe in me cause I was made for chasing dreams"
When you wake up I hope you believe me I hope you'll see that I lo-
"HOLY FUCK!!"
My thoughts were cut short when a herd of deer came running out into the road
I swerved but lost control of my car
When the wheels lost traction my car flipped causing the Windows and windshield to shatter all at once
When it stopped felt like the car was upside down but my seat belt was unbuckled and I was shoved between my stirring wheel and the drivers seat unable to move or breatheI could feel all the blood that trickled down my face down my arm all over my body I could feel blood
So I shut my eyes
And
Everything turned black
The last thing I remember is the horrid smell of gas
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