My head hits the dashboard before I have time to think. Blood drips like strawberry flavouring down my cheek. Bitter tears form in my eyes and I have to hold back a scream. My throat closes and I choke on my own saliva. A loud ringing sound pings in my ears and my head pulses like a drum.
My eyes scatter around in search of life. My head is swimming as I gather my thoughts; My name is Stella, I am 16years old, and I think I just killed my mother.
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The Way You Saved Me
Teen FictionStella was sixteen when her mother died. Everyone says it wasn't her fault but she knows that's not true. Stella is struggling through high school and has no idea how she is going to live through college now that her idol and number one go-to-gal i...
