I've lost everything.
I remember how it happened, the flashing lights, the sound of tires screeching, the smell of burning rubber.
The pain.
I killed three people, and for some reason, I'm still here.
Partially.
A part of me was destroyed in that wreck.
A part of me was lost with the people who have died that night.
All that is left is a broken girl, who cries herself to sleep in her empty apartment every night.
How I wish I died that night too.
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In Pieces
Short StoryI didn't want to destroy him. I was afraid I would break him into pieces. And add him to the list of people I've broken. There's too many on that list. Too many.
