Prologue: I thought death would be worse. More gruesome, vicious maybe. Not that it wasn't. It was actually very, very lonely. For a while at least. My "death" was my first ever memory. August 2, 2009, 7:14 am. I had just turned 12 and we were driving to my new middle school. It would've been my first day of junior high. Would've. My parents were arguing about something at the time, although I can't remember exactly what. Out of nowhere, a semi truck swerved into our lane unexpectedly. My father was to preoccupied in the disagreement to notice the fact. Immediately after we felt the jolt of the rear end against our hood, it was to late. We spun in and out of control, and eventually....off a cliff. The whole thing was like a total nightmare, at the time. Awful. Morbid. Terrifying. Indescribable. The boiling heat was the most horrid thing I'd ever felt. The whole car was ablaze. But hey, at least we weren't blocking traffic....... ***INCOMPLETE***
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