Mini Chapter/ Prologue: I Wonder If I'm a Good Tasting Roadkill :)
Death is inevitable. I know this as I glance down at my twisted body, broken, and bleeding from places I didn't know a gal could bleed from. "Well at least I had a good pounding before I kicked the bucket." I smile, remembering the blissful moment i had not even 24 hrs before. I laugh at the irony of it all. Here I was, the ugly duckling, finally found my beautiful prince charming to sweep me off my feet, only to die because of a damn squirrel. Well i guess it wasn't the squirrels fault, i'm sure my bad driving had something to do with it too. Oh well when you're dying you have sort of a poetic justice to blame your death on others. "God it's cold," I mumble just now noticing the frigid Michigan air. "Knew i should have went to Florida for break. Maybe i wouldn't be dying..Well knowing my luck I probably would have died some other random way." I attempt to laugh at my unlucky life, but the movement just sends spasms of pain through my body. The movement severely tires me and I feel my eyes close. "Alritey then. No laughing after all," I murmur as I feel myself losing the battle of staying alive...or is it just exhaustion? Who cares...
Light...Light....Light....."Will someone pleeease turn that light off?!" I slowly blink, trying to adjust to blinding light. I roll over, blindly waving my arm to reach my lamp--- that is i tried to roll over, only to realize that something was definitely wrong. Where the crap is my body?! I can just here my mother laughing now, " Oh your dumb a** self would be able to lose a body. I mean a head maybe, but the whole damn body? Shaking my head." I push these thoughts out of my head as I attempt to make sense of the discombobulated memories. What happened to me?
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You know you live in the ghetto when the pizza guy gets to your house faster than the police. Real talk. Its a shame but its true. For this reason I knew the chances of anybody finding me were about as low as
