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As I finish taping the last box, the one filled with all of my art supplies, I can't help but to wonder. Will this be the last time we move before I graduate? I'm broken from my thoughts as my mom informs me that it is time to leave. I take one more look at the place where I grew up. Leaving is hard, I already miss my friends, my teammates, even my school, but I'm ready for something new. 

I put my box into the back of my car and shut the hatchback. As I get into the driver's seat and start the car, something feels different, but I just shake it off. I start the drive to my new home, getting on the highway. I turn my music up as I sing along to my favorite songs. The drive is quite long and I am starting to get tired. I exit the highway to get gas, and something to eat and drink to keep me awake. I pay for my things and exit the store. As I do I notice that it has started to snow, not thinking anything of it I get in my car and start on my way again. Once I am back on the highway I notice that it has started to snow harder, great. Further down the stretch I notice that a car has gotten into a pretty bad crash, but being behind already I continue on my way.

At this point I am pretty tired, the caffeine from my coffee quickly leaving my system, and it is snowing quite hard. The moment my tires hit the bridge everything went wrong. I hit a patch of ice, losing control of my car, which was thrown over the side of the bridge, plunging towards the icy water below. The moment I make impact a voice startles me.

"And that is the end of our session. I think we are making great progress. I will see you same time next week. Have a great day.", she says as we stand up. She escorts me out the door, calling in the next patient.

It's the same thing every time. Same dream, same speech, same routine. Nothing changes. Maybe I should start taking those pills she told me I needed again. We'll see after next week.

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