Strange

I don't really know how to explain what happened, but I can start of by saying the worst things happen to the best people. It was on that day, the third of march, in which I lost a part of me. But, I have just learned to move on.
There are no words that can describe the terror I felt that day. There is no one who can relent to what I felt and in the manner in which I felt it. I can recall every single feeling I had felt and every single action I had done. It's not a placid feeling, it's more of a morbid feeling. Most of the time, the silence in the sheriffs office was ominous. The conversation in which I had with the officers after the 'accident' was lucid and easy to tell what had happened.
But there is one thing for sure, everyone was shocked.