There are many theories on what happens when people die. Some say that the good people go to heaven. Some people say you are reborn into a new body. Some people think you just disappear, and that's the end of it. But it didn't really matter to me what happened after you died, because I wasn't there yet. I was still in the flashbacks. I am just an ordinary 17 year old girl. I like cheese and chocolate and dogs. I have a first memory. I don't yet have a last. I like driving a lot; but it was the driving that will undo me. When a car crash risks your life and everything in it, what will you see? Your first birthday party? Your parents fifteenth anniversary? What part of your life do you cherish? And what part would you have wanted to change? People say dying is fast. That it doesn't hurt. I guess that they were wrong. It's not the dying that hurts; it's the memories. Cover made by @magicalez
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