I'm Sorry, Kristy
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Last published Mon, May 18, 2020
"Kristy are you there? Where are you, why aren't you saying anything back? Kristy, kristy!"
I found my self unconscious in the ambulance while the door closed, i glared towards my mom's direction as i saw her getting inside of a police car then i felt a warm hand on my arm, while I hear someone sobbing, my hearing started to ring as the time has passed by, then I couldn't hear anything.
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