Prolouge

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As I laid there help less in a pill of blood ,

holding the wound created by the crash , I

saw the light flash before my eyes as I was

stretched off to the hospital . The sounds of

the ambulance kept ringing in my head as they

ripped of my silk shirt that was once

white. They cut open my jeans and tore

them off as they applied alcohol to disinfect

it . It hurt with the passion but I couldn't care

less , as I slowly closed my eyes.

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