Suddenly the car swerves to the right and there is a blur of noise. My head jolts forward and hits the seat in front of me. I pause as dizziness fills my mind, I watch the gray leather of the seat and focus on the song that's blasting through my brain. The lyrics become as useless as the quadratic formula. My thoughts drown out the song with its noiseless symphony. The gray pattern of the seat looks distant. I close my eyes, my thoughts can't focus on one thing so I let them buzz around.
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Who am I?
Short StoryClare in involved in an accident which leaves her not knowing who is. She struggles to rediscover the world and who she is.
