Can we just back up one second, I can't get my head around the fact that five seconds ago I was standing on the sidewalk, safe. I don't know what happened in between that moment and five seconds later when i found myself flying through the air after being hit by the cold, impersonal grille of a hummer. In those seconds in which I was seemingly suspended for a brief instant in mid air, I could have sworn the driver smiled, the kind of smile you never want to see. The insane smile of a person who just hit a 16 year old girl and is now watching her sail through the air like some large improbable rag doll. This was the day my life ended, it ended with a loud and rather satisfyingly gruesome crunch as my neck broke upon impact with the pavement. I looked up at the starry night sky as my last breath rattled in my chest, with what I can imagine was a slightly surprised expression on my face, not because I had just been hit by a gas guzzling monster of a vehicule, but because I couldn't even remember how I had gotten to this part of town. My name is Natalie Therault, and this is the beginning of the end. How did I end up sprawled on the pavement, neck bent at an impossible angle as the hummer sped off into the night? I guess that's what I'm here to find out.
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The End Is Just The Beginning
ParanormalNatalie Therault gets hit unexpectedly by a car and dies. She doesn't know who was driving and she doesn't remember the weeks leading up to her death clearly. However she is determined to figure out why she met her end at the hands of who? Welcome t...
