I remember his words his words do clearly….
"Claire, don't die…not yet."
I wanted to say I would be fine, but I wouldn't.
After only twelve years of life…I passed away.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jack, Claire won't be able to recover."
I promised him I would get married and have kids some day.
"She's on life support, you decide when it's time to pull the plug."
I died, and moved on, he grieved and grieved.
My parent's loved me. I loved them.
I only left because, of only one drunk driver.
"Pull the plug."
He swerved in our direction.
My mom ended with a broken bone, and dad with only minor scratches.
Me?
I left.
I died.
Welcome to the story of Claire Roselle.