Prologue

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The last thing I remember was the road; how the rain was reflected from the headlights, how I was so concentrated on getting home for the 10 o clock curfew I didn't even see the car coming. They say the memories just before an accident takes place are the ones you remember. Then it's blank. I don't remember the ambulances arriving, the firemen having to struggle me out of the wreckage, the helicopter rushing desperately back to the hospital in time before it was too late.
But none of that really matters. Because the only thing I would ever wish for was to remember was everything else. My, from what I can tell, dysfunctional family. My friends, who visit every day just to attempt to make me smile. My hobbies, which I have told to mostly include watching films and sleeping (according to my friends). But most of all I really just want to remember him.

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