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I only remember three things from that night. Pain, screaming, and the flashing of lights behind my closed eyes. They say that the truck hit us head on and it was a miracle that everyone was okay. 0.7 was his alcohol level on that terrible night. If he hadn't died he would have been put in jail for 20 years minimum. I almost wish he hadn't died. Wish he had to suffer in jail. After all, he is the one who took my past away.
Other than the family, friends, and other important things in my life before that I had to be taught again. I have nothing. I can't remember the pain of when I broke my arm falling off the giraffe at the zoo. I can't remember blowing out 10 years with of candles. I can't even remember the birth of my sister. So here I am 4 years later. Still picking myself up piece by piece..........

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