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Dear Diary

I paused and chewed intently on my pencil. I always hate that one moment before you actually start writing where you wonder what you should write about, where you should start and how you should frame your thoughts. I got distracted as I heard music blaring from my right where Alex was bobbing his head to some or other metal band blasting their music through his earphones. I grinned and shook my head then turned my attention back to my diary.

Today was interesting to say the least. We finished packing up. Finally. I think mom is glad that we are basically sorted. If the movers could just show up that would be great. I think that I'm about to go stir-crazy. This is the third time this year that we have moved. Mom says the company promised that after this move we won't be moved again. I'm still a bit sceptical. Dare I hope for the best?

Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.

I sighed as little raindrops started to splash against the window. Great. Now we had to move in the rain. Why didn't those stupid movers come sooner? I shook my head and then turned back to my diary.

I haven't even asked my mom where we are moving to. I don't want to get my hopes up that we might be moving close to one of my friends. I would rather wait and find out. Yeah, I'm being stubborn. But I'm sick and tired of moving. I would prefer to be barely getting by but having mom at home more often. Sometimes I think that I miss mom more than I miss dad. Dad was a quick cut and then he was completely gone. Mom is never around anymore. I miss being able to go to her for anything. Maybe in the new place, I can take my mom out for coffee or something. I'd arrange for Alex to go and visit a friend and mom and I could have some mother-daughter time. Now that is a wish and a half. Signing of for today. See ya.

"What's a diary for anyways?" Alex called from where he was sitting.

"I keep a diary in order to enter all the wonderful secrets of my life," I quoted to Alex from The Importance of being Earnest.

"Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary we all carry about with us," Alex retorted sharply.

Both of us burst out laughing clutching our stomachs, as peal after peal of merry laughter rang through the empty house. Just as I was about to catch my breath, someone hammered on out front door. Instantly we sobered.

I stood up, smoothing my wild mane and opened the door. A sopping wet man shivered outside in the pouring rain. Dimly I could make out the shape of a truck in the street behind him.

"Mrs Montez?" he asked checking is clipboard.

"Uh…" I started unsure how to answer, "I'm Miss Montez. My mom is in the house."

"Can I come in?" he queried.

"Oh sure," I blushed at my own stupidity. I quickly gestured for him to come in and walked deeper in to the house, "ALEX!" I yelled waving my hands to get his attention from the music he had been listening to, "The movers are here!"

"Great!" Alex said enthusiastically heading over to the man in our house and shaking his hand, "I'm Alex and you are?"

"James," he said shortly, "Can I go get the guys and start loading your stuff in the truck?"

"Sure," I nodded, "Just try to keep the boxes dry, please…"

James grunted in reply and then headed out of the door. My eyes narrowed slightly. It was going to be one of those movers huh?

To say that I have experience with movers is an understatement. I could write a ten page essay on the different movers that there are in the world, what their characters are like, what you should watch out for etc. James was one of the movers that you ask them to turn out their pockets after the move.

I sighed and walked to my mom's old bedroom. I lightly pushed the door open, and stared startled at my mother who was walking in circles speaking agitatedly into the phone. She seemed pretty mad. I had not seen her so angry since Dad left eight years ago.

"Mom?" I called out. She jumped looking guiltily at me and then hurriedly whispered something into the phone before ending the call.

"Yes, dear?" she asked finally turning to me.

"The movers are here," I said slowly trying to read her face.

"Ok," she brushed past me, "Let's get out of here."

The movers worked quickly, loading everything into the truck with expert ease, showing how many times they had done the same thing over and over again. I looked around the empty house a last time and then philosophically shrugged my shoulders. On more place to add to my ever-growing list of places that I had lived.

Swiftly I climbed into my mom's grey BMW. I shivered with cold as the rain that had soaked into my skin and clothes cooled. Alex grinned at me from the backseat and buckled himself in. Within seconds he had replaced his earphones and played on his Gameboy. I smiled shaking my head before inserting my on earphones into my ears, Demi Lovato's music blaring into my ears. Just as her song Heart Attack started my mom slipped into the driver's seat and smoothly started the engine. As we pulled away I looked out into the night and the pouring rain. It was very dark and even with the car lights on to maximum the light barely made a dent in the swirling darkness around us.

I glanced at mom and I grew worried as I saw how her brow was furrowed up in concentration. It mustn't be easy driving on a slippery road at night. I tried to keep quiet to give her the silence she need, but I cranked up the music. Anything to get my mind of the fact that it was very dangerous to be driving on the road right now.

Alex tapped my back to get my attention and as I turned around to speak to him the car lurched and skidded. My mom's mouth opened in a silent scream as she slammed the brakes. I stared into Alex's eyes in horror as we realised at the same time what was happening. What happened next took only seconds to happen but it felt like a lifetime for me.

The car rolled, the tires not finding any purchase on the slick road, the force of the road crunching in the metal of the car and rolling us into the opposite lane, right into the way of a huge goods truck. The trucks horn blared out as the drivers tried to desperately avoid our car but he had seen us to late. With a resounding crunch he crashed into our car almost flattening it. I passed out from the excruciating pain and shock and knew no more.

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They say that as you are about to die your life flashes before your eyes. They say that it feels like an eternity before you actually die. All the books I had ever read gave a person time to say final words to the ones you love. They say that you can hear the music of angels beckoning you forward. That it is easy.

They are all wrong. None of it is true. Dying is excruciating. Red hot pain. Screaming fear as you realise that you are dying. No time to talk to your loved ones. Just darkness and the pain. You can't hear. You can't see. Just the metallic taste of blood in your mouth and the suffocating that comes as your lungs fill with the liquid that is supposed to sustain your life. Your heart slows down. Each heartbeat is agonizing, a mammoth effort. Each breath like a saw across your throat. The worst is the absolute aloneness. No one can help you through it. There is nothing you can read to prepare you for something like it.

No, I didn't die… the doctors said I came really close. That they almost lost me. That I am lucky to be living. I wish I had died. Anything would have been better than the reality that followed afterwards. Anything would have been better than the scars on my back, arms and legs. Anything that would have been better than the unbearable pain as my heart broke. Anything would have been better than waking up to the news that my mother had died from her injuries twelve hours after the accident and that Alex might be paralysed from the waist down for the rest of his life.

Anything at all.