Testing The Waters
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Prologue
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If you were to ask me to elaborate on exactly what had happened, I wouldn't be able to answer completely -mostly because it had happened so fast.
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Too fast.
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So fast sometimes I questioned if it really happened, though that was a stupid assumption, it did happen, and I had the scars to prove it. For the time being, I could only nitpick vague details of my experience. In a straight forward, direct explanation of what I recalled, I was in a car crash, with my mother behind the wheel and I in the back seat.
It had been dark out -an obvious factor when describing nighttime- we had just exited the movie theater, seeing that new movie about casinos and Leonardo DeCaprio. My mom had wanted to see it, and it might be considered weird, but I thoroughly enjoyed going to the movies with my mom. Not only did I not have to pay, but my mother and I had an invaluable bond, and our personalities meshed, even though we did bud heads on occasion. She pulled out of the drive way, prideful of the new car she had bought only a month ago. Being a single parent did limit some of the luxuries in life like expensive new technology and shiny new cars, but we were patient -for the most part- and even if it took 5 years, we'd save the money and get it if we really wanted it. A trait I had always admired of my mother, I'd reluctantly admit.
My mother was chatting about the movie, me silently listening and adding my own opinions once and awhile. In the distance, a car swerved into the opposite lane.
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Our lane.
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My mother cursed under her breath just as she noticed it, the headlights bright and the mobile steadily approaching at an uncontrollable pace that involuntarily screamed drunk drivers. My mother jerked the wheel to the left, trying to avoid contact, but lady luck was not on our side. That SUV crashed into our BMW, the collision shocking, powerful and traumatizing. The front of the car disfigured with the crash, and the windows cracked or shattered, the airbags popping to life. I barely had time to breathe, to react before something smacked me hard in the forehead, my vision exploding into a white haze. Screaming- shrill, ugly and loud was ringing in my ears, and that's when I realized it.
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That screaming was me.
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I wasn't able to attend the funeral.
Not only because I was on strict bed rest for a week or so, but because something in me urged me not to.
I couldn't.
The motivation to see my mother get buried six feet under was next to none.
I just wanted to forgetforgetforget. My grandmother had yelled at me to go, that I needed to go and pay my respects. I needed to stop being so self-absorbed and realize that just like I had lost a mother, she had lost a daughter. Though I did not deny it, I still didn't go.
In the end, my gran left me alone, mad and upset, but I knew she would get over it someday.
Apparently my mother's face was so mutilated by the crash that my family members requested a closed casket. It also turned out I had brain damage. 20 stitches that sowed up the deep gash above my temple. That 'something' that had knocked me out was a fragment of glass embedded into my skull, a miracle I survived really. I had lost the first six years of my life. When I thought about it, it really wasn't that much of a big deal. I once heard children started really remembering shit by the age of 4, so in reality I had only lost 2 years of my life, that of which I bet probably wasn't even important in the first place.
It's not like I had discovered the cure to cancer within the span of 4 to 6 anyway.
The doctors had decided that I was to come back to a local hospital every two weeks to check up on my development. It was also to see if any more side effects to my minor brain damage surfaced. The doctors say I may become dizzy more often and some other things I had only half the mind to listen into. For the time being, I was to live with my legal guardian, which consequently lives in a small town in freaking Japan.
Yippee.
They had also attended the funeral, and were planning to pick me up by the end of the week so I could travel half way across the world with them.
Double Yippee.
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A/N: I said I wouldn't! I said I wouldn't! But even I am a slave to temptation..! Anyhow this is the prologue. Chapter one coming up next! Stay tuned!
I'm sure this is as angsty as it would get in this story(hopefully!)
I feel like I shouldn't have started so dark and.. stuff, because then you wouldn't really get proper insight in this OC's personality and decide if you liked her or not. And I didn't want her to come off as whiny either, but.. Well, please tell me what you think! Please Review!