Heart Without A Beat

Acacia Forester.
With the name tattooed on my brain, a million memories surface in my mind, like fireflies fluttering out of a cave.
I remember the red and white striped gym shoes, the MP3 player blasting Indie Rock and the sweet smell of Roses Fame perfume.
I also remember crunching metal, squealing tires and a life-altering crash.
Why Acacia? Why did you do it?