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I looked up. The ditch was deep enough for us to avoid any flying pieces of car and the massive explosion. I could feel the heat of the fire on my back - it was boiling. I looked to my right, to see Sara crying. I hugged her.
"Don't cry Sara. It's not your fault.", I whispered. I could've said it louder but not now. I was scared. Sara was scared. We were all scared.
"It's always my fault...IT'S ALWAYS MY BLOODY FAULT, ALWAYS! I'M ALWAYS THE ONE TO RUIN EVERYTHING, I'M ALWAYS THE ONE WHO BREAKS EVERYTHING!!!! DO YOU NOT SEE? I'M BLOODY CURSED. KEEP AWAY FROM ME IF YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE!!", she screamed. I instantly fell away from her. She was angry. I could see the rage in her eyes.
"It's not your fau-", I started.
"YES IT FUCKING IS!! LEAVE ME ALONE, RUN BEFORE I KILL YOU!", she shouted, the anger building up. Suddenly, she got up and started running. She was running away from me, from us.
"SARA, come back!", I got up as well. The ash was coming down, probably from all the newspapers Sanams brother always kept in the boot of the car. I started running after Sara. As I passed the apple tree I was sitting under, I glanced at the root. Bloody motherfuckers didn't cut the tree down. It was their fault. I looked at its' branches. There, was my favourite top, all in pieces. But how did it get all the way up...shit. Our suitcases were in the car. All our clothes, all our personal belongings. Gone. I gained speed. I had to catch Sara. I heard someone shout my name.
"Sharon! Sharon DUCK! NOW - DUCK NOW!!!", I heard the voice scream. It was Sanam. A duck? Why would she say duck? I don't see any ducks...I turned around to look at her. I could see her waving her arms, and although she was far away, I saw the panic in her eyes. It was a bad idea to look around and not duck. She meant duck, as in go down, avoid something, not look for a duck. I didn't duck. It was then, the heavy metal object came crashing towards me. I screamed. Sara turned around. And then it all went black...
Sara's POV
Always my fault. Why do I even live. Why do I bring unhappiness to this world, and take all it's happiness away. Now, it went too far. I won't bring my friends any trouble, now I'm running away. Then, something stopped me. It was Sharon. Not physically, no she didn't grab me and hold me down. No. It was her scream. I know she screamed my name out before, several times. But this, this was no ordinary scream. It was shock. Sharon was shocked. It caused me to stop and turn around. It was then I saw the car door hit Sharon with great force. Seconds later, she wasn't moving. The air suddenly went very cloudy, like a fog was forming. I could barely see anything, Sharon disappeared. It was a while until i realized, I was fainting...
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