“I remember…dirt…lots of dirt. No glass, surprisingly. I don’t remember any pain. I just remember moving by instinct and trying to move with the car. Contrary to popular belief, time didn’t slow down. I just remember everything as if it was in slow motion. As if it was a HD video in my head that I can pause, rewind, and play again.” “But, certainly, it was a traumatic experience correct?” “Well…that’s hard to explain. See, I’d have to tell the whole story just to get an idea.” “Why don’t you then?” “Do what?” “Tell the story. From beginning to end. The whole shebang.” I sighed, “Might as well. You’re not going anywhere.” I pause for a moment to gather my thoughts. With a deep breath, I begin.
“It was the first night of prom. I was excited to say the least. My date, who was my girlfriend at the time, was also getting ready for the night, waiting for me to pick her up. My best friend, who was also in my grade, was going with a date too, named Heaven. Which is ironic considering…well…I’ll get to that. Anyway, Kenny and I had the best idea for our prom entrance.” “Prom entrance?” “Oh yes! One of the big things for prom is how you enter in. It’s quite a big deal at our school. Although most people do it by car or truck, some get more creative. For instance, the twins in my class, Abbie and Beth, came in with a huge firetruck, that was a sight to see.” “I’m sure many wanted to take pictures.” “Of course! Anybody could take pictures of the couples as they came; but mostly it was the parents of the couple and the art teacher.” “The art teacher?” “Ya. You know, the one that said if something horrible happened to my family that she’d adopt me?” “Oh yes, I remember her.” “Anyway back to the past, Kenny and I had the best idea. We were going to come in classic Cinderella style. That’s right, by a horse and carriage. Pretty amazing right?” “It sounds grand.” “It was. Especially when we went five miles-per-hour across the entire town…okay, so it actually wasn’t that great of a ride, but at the same time, the fact that we were picking up our dates and arriving at prom with a horse and carriage kept us excited throughout the ride. So anyway, I meet up with Kenny in the parking lot of a local gas station where the ride was parked. We get in after the initial pictures by his mom and decide that it would be best if our dates sat across from us. You’ve probably guessed by now, but the ride can seat at least four people. The carriage itself wasn’t as magnificent as any hopeful prom date would’ve wanted, but it was good enough that we still got excited about it.” “If I’m not mistaken, wasn’t Heaven’s house right next door to that gas station? I guess you didn’t have to ride very far to get her.” “Oh! That’s right! I forgot about her. Yes you’re correct, Heaven’s house was in the house right next to the gas station. So the initial photos were actually taken there and she did get in the carriage with us as we went off to pick up my date.” “Ah yes, Nicole. Had you told her about the carriage yet? Or was that supposed to be a surprise to her?” I sighed, “No, I spoiled the surprise to her a few weeks before. I can still remember how she first reacted to hearing that we were going to prom in a horse and carriage. Think overly excited preppy girl finding out that she just won the lottery and you’ve got the right idea. If I were to remember her exact words it would be close to, “What? Are you serious?! Andrew that’s amazing oh my gosh! Haha I’m so excited!”” “That was a fantastic impression of her.” “Thank you.” “So after you all got in the carriage, you set off to Nicole’s house correct?” “Yes, and the trip there took forever! I mean the ride there was slow, as the carriage can only go so fast. We carried on some conversation, but none that lasted more than a minute. The rest of the time I stared out of the carriage, just taking it all in. I thought to myself what any person would in my state, “This is actually happening…I can’t believe it.” And I smiled a soft smile, the smile you get from knowing you’ve done the right thing and are okay with not telling anyone. After about 20 minutes, which is compared to the normal 5 minutes it would take to get there, we finally got to Nicole’s house. She was already standing outside with her mom taking pictures of her. I can still remember what she looked like. Her hair was in a really fancy bun/braid that probably took an hour just by itself if not more, she had a green long dress with some small frills on the chest making her look all the more beautiful. Now Nicole is not an unattractive woman, she’s a small person (in all ways but one) but is still really good looking. “She sounds like the perfect girl for you.” I laugh, “Perfect? There isn’t anyone out there that’s perfect for anyone else. She just happened to be…attractive is all.” I shake my head, “Anyway, once everybody was gathered up, we naturally got more pictures taken of us by our parents.” “It wasn’t only Nicole’s parents I see.” “Ya, my parents our parents were there too. They took a bunch of pictures: one that was nice, one that was cool, you get the idea. We all got back in the carriage and headed on our way to the high school, where the dance was being held. The time it took from when we first time we saw the high school to actually pulling up to the front was a long time just in itself. But like most of the ride, we entertained ourselves with conversation and just staring out at the high school, ready to make our grand entrance. We continued to be excited until we got up to the front. Except even then we were excited, but more so than ever before. Naturally Kenny and I got out first and helped our respective dates out by our hand, with cameras almost swarming us from various people. We enter the building and get our picture taken more (this time for an actual photo we get later). It was almost humorously long before we finally entered the dance area. When we did though, there were lights, a disco ball, and many people dancing to some country love song.” “How was the dance? What did you do?” “The dance went by exactly how anyone would expect it to. Nicole and I danced to multiple songs, anything from slow country songs to line dances (the Cupid shuffle is still my favorite), to the weirdest requests. Within ten minutes of dancing I had to take off my overcoat because it was getting way too hot in that.” “There were a lot of people there.” “Oh yes, most of the seniors and juniors and their dates. It got really hot, luckily there were drinks outside that I grabbed every once in a while to rest myself from all of the dancing. When I went to go sit at a table I noticed Kenny sitting there, alone. I asked him why he wasn’t dancing, he waved me off as if saying “I’m not really into dancing.” I realized that Heaven wasn’t around, neither was Nicole but I didn’t mind much. I asked him where heaven went, he shrugged and told me he hadn’t seen her for most of the night. I was kind of shocked at that, she was his date after all, but after thinking about it I realized something. Heaven was really just an afterthought, as in Kenny really asked her out not even a couple weeks ago. So it wasn’t exactly “special” for either of them.” “So that’s why her name is ironic.” “Oh ya! One time she had this friend that claimed to find good in everyone. Turns out Heaven was the only person that she couldn’t find good in.” “Have you?” “Overtime I did, yes. But back to the point, for the next few minutes I tried cheering Kenny up and encouraging him to dance, but each time I offered, he refused. Eventually I gave up and went looking for Nicole. I found her outside in the student hall area. I’m not actually sure what it was called, but it was the place where people went to rest, away from the loud music. She was on the phone with someone, probably her mother or something. After she hung up, we talked for a bit about various things from the dance to whatever thing she was going through.” “Sounds like she can be quite the handful.” I laughed again, “That’s an understatement. Nicole, summed up in one phrase, was a drama queen. No, let me rephrase that. She was the drama queen. So it was natural for her to be complaining about something. I naturally listened to her rant until she was done, and we headed back into the cafeteria where the dance was held. When we got there, the next song started playing. It was a country song called “God gave me you”. We decided to dance together. I put my hands around her waist as she put hers around my neck. I still remember the first time we danced. I had never slow danced before, so I didn’t know how. At first I tried to grab her hands and waist (as that was the way my grandmother had taught me), but she shook her head. She grabbed my hands and put them behind her waist and then put hers around my neck. It was the first time I slow-danced and I’ll never forget it. As we danced to the country love song I told Nicole, ‘You know, this song is true.’ We held each other in our arms as we swayed back and forth to the song, thinking about how lucky I was to be dancing with someone I loved.” “You really loved her didn’t you?” “…ya…I did…but that was years ago.” “Not that long ago.” “It’s been long enough. Anyway, the dance was, to say the least, enjoyable. There were ups and downs (mostly ups), but when all was said and done, the dance was over and it was midnight. Which meant only one thing…it was time for the after-prom party!” “After-prom party?” “Ya, it was always held in the local activity center, and the after-prom party (afterprom for short) was meant for one thing and one thing only, to have fun.” “So how was afterprom? What did you do there?” “Well…when you get to afterprom, you get some fake money that you can spend to get prizes. The money itself was a blue rectangular shaped piece of paper with the school’s logo on it. You can also earn more money by doing activities such as playing blackjack, shooting hoops, racing in a bouncy house obstacle course, or my favorite, playing boxing in a bouncy house with huge gloves. That’s right: boxing, in a bouncy house, with huge gloves. Naturally that was one of the first things I did. I faced off against Kenny and (being the skinny person he was) crushed him. I didn’t exactly apologize to him for knocking the daylights out of him, mostly because I was too busy trying out all of the food they served. They only had three main foods areas: pizza, random snacks and drinks, and a make-your-own-waffle bar. You heard me right, a place where you could make your own waffle with whipped cream, chocolate chips, chocolate sauce, M&Ms, and so many other toppings. My mother, wanting to help out in some way for my first prom, was the one who came up with the idea and ran it all night. There was also a photo booth with a bunch of props that the three of us had to do.” “Three of you?” “Ya, remember? Heaven ditched us earlier in the night.” “Did she?” “Yep. Now, in her defense, she didn’t exactly like prom in the first place, so going with Kenny because he asked both made him happy and sad. Happy because he had a date to go with, and sad because she left, leaving him alone. At that point, the group went from two couples to three friends. Nicole and I had our together time during the dance, and since having more would just leave Kenny as a third wheel (more like a spare for a bycicle), we decided that it was best to have just the three of us hang out as friends.” “That’s very kind of you.” “Ya, anyway, the rest of afterprom, which went until 3:00 AM, went by amazingly. As I stated before, we did the photo booth, which was great. We all gathered props and posed for five different pictures. They printed them off for us to take home, which was thoughtful of them. That way we could remember this night years from then…I still have those pictures. You would be surprised how many memories, thoughts, and emotions come to mind when I see those pictures…” “They meant a lot to you didn’t they?” “The pictures or the people? Nevermind, I’d say yes to both. At one point I tried the fluffy boxing again.” “Fluffy boxing?” “Hey, that’s what I called it! I went up against a guy named Richard. Now let me just say, this guy was training for the military, but I thought for sure I was stronger than he was. Well, let’s just say I underestimated him, by a mile. Remember how I crushed Kenny? Looks like I got a taste of my own medicine. I got pummeled so badly, that I was literally sweating blood. Okay, that’s a little dramatic. Although I did pop a few blood vessels in my temple making it look like I was sweating blood, it wasn’t nearly that bad. I was frustrated yes, but I was still having fun, so I laughed it off. Near the end of afterprom, in order to get as much money to spend on prizes, I played blackjack for a while. I was doing impressively well. So by the end of the night I had gotten enough money to get all the prizes I wanted. One of the prizes I got was a trendy plastic cup with a lid and straw. I decided to give that to Nicole, because, you know, we were a couple and stuff. I mean one of the first presents I got her was a ring that said “Hakunna Matata” on it so it could remind her of me. Either way she loved and thanked me.” “You two were really in love weren’t you.” “…ya…we…” I sighed, “I guess we were.” “You guess?” “Well I broke up with her didn’t I?...Anyway we carried all of our prizes in paper bags that the staff gave us to our car. It was about 3:20 and we were the last students out of there. We put all of our bags in the trunk of my car along with my backpack which I had forgotten to take out for the night. Before we got in we noticed a problem, who was going to drive? You’d think that it would be me, but my level of a driver’s license didn’t permit me driving people under the age of 18, or so I thought at the time. Nicole was younger than me or Kenny, so she wasn’t driving. Luckily, Kenny had the right level of a driver’s license (even if he was younger than me). So we had him drive. We were planning to drop off Nicole first so she sat in the passenger seat. Which left me to sit in the back. My car was a red four seat (or five seat technically) car with two doors. So that meant I had to crawl over the passenger seat to get in. I decided to sit in the seat behind Kenny because of some reason. I realized I also had left my laptop in the car, but I didn’t care too much about it so I just told Nicole to put it by her feet. Finally after getting in, we took off. We went down a couple roads, took a couple turns, and a couple more, and a couple more.” “It sounds like you didn’t want to go home after such a big night.” “Exactly! I mean who would? When you spend the entire night playing games and having the time of your life with your greatest friends, you don’t exactly want it to stop. With all the adrenaline rushing through us (or probably a sugar rush), we couldn’t say goodbye to such a great night just yet. Since we couldn’t just go to another town, we decided to just drive around for a while longer. So we talked about various things like how great the night was, how high school had been so far, certain hobbies we did, what mischievous things Kenny started doing with his friends.” “Mischevious?” “Oh yes! One thing you have to know about Kenny, he likes to lie a lot. The thing is though, he does it so often that I can’t determine whether he’s lying or not most of the time. So when he talks about the time he raced his friend down a dirt road and won, I waved it off like it was just another day in his life. I had heard crazier things from him. Like how he survived in a nearby forest for a couple of days, or how he trains regularly with a sociopathic friend of ours named Andre in sword-fighting; or even how somewhere in the local forest, there’s a small temple that’s filled with demons that not even he can control, and inside is the heart of Andre’s former master.” “You’re joking.” “I wish I was, but these conversations are ones that we have constantly. So Kenny’s talking about this friend he beat in a dirt road race when he said ‘Hey, you guys want to see how fast I can go down a dirt road with this thing?’” “Ok, this time you must be joking.” “Again, I wish I was. He told us that he would take us down to the same road he raced on and then take off.” “How did Nicole feel about this?” I sighed and shook my head, “She…agreed to it.” “Really?” “Well…not exactly. She told Kenny that she would be okay with it, but he couldn’t go over 90.” “90?!” “That’s exactly what I said! , I couldn’t believe this was even being suggested let alone accepted. I continued to tell them that this was a bad idea, they continued to convince me that we’d be fine.” “You didn’t agree to it did you.” “Unfortunately, I did.” “So what happened?” “Well let me explain some things first. First, we were three high school students staying up hours past what we would normally be asleep by. Second, my best friend, who claims to be a legal psychopath (if that’s even a thing to be “legally psycho”), was driving my car. Third, my first girlfriend, who was emotionally unstable, was sitting in the passenger seat of my car. All this is true, and we were about to go down a dirt road at over 90 miles per hour. Now I had been in a vehicle that had gone on a dirt road at that speed once before, I was scared, but I survived. So maybe subconsciously I didn’t think anything was going to go wrong, and thus went along with the crazy idea. But just in case something did, I quickly prayed saying ‘God, don’t kill us…please.’” “It sounds like your night started to not go as planned” I laughed softly, “You could say that yes. So we pulled up to the dirt road Kenny was speaking of and he slammed on the accelerator. My mind immediately went blank. I didn’t speak a word; I didn’t think a word. All I did was stare out the front windshield and kept an eye on the speedometer. It slowly turned clockwise as I felt my back being pressed against the back of my seat. It was dark out so I only saw what was about 10 feet in front of us. Then we went airborne.” “What happened?” “Well, let me explain. If you’ve ever driven on a dirt road, then you may know what I’m talking about. Sometimes when the construction of a dirt road happens, the two perpendicular roads for an intersection might be at different heights. To make up for this, they choose the higher of the two to be the height of the intersection. The downside to doing this is when someone, say a group of teenagers just coming out of prom, decides to go a little too fast on one particular way, the car will basically ramp of the incline, making them go…well…airborne.” “Did you crash?” “I’m getting there! Anyway so we were airborne, then we landed at a slight angle to the left, which wouldn’t be too bad if we had been traveling at about a fourth of our speed. We started to lose control, Kenny naturally turned the other way while braking. He overcorrected, so he had to turn the other way, and overcorrected again. Nicole shouted, ‘Were gonna crash!’ And we did, but not in the way you’d expect. If we had been going 50, maybe even 60, we would’ve stopped at the ditch. But we were going over 90. So we went airborne…again. As I learned later, we flipped once while airborne, landed, and rolled twice more, and then luckily, miraculously, landed right side up.” “And so were back where we started. But please, continue. After the crash what happened?” “Well…when everything settled, we all said in unison ‘Is everyone okay?’ Which was difficult for me to say since the wind was knocked out of me. It’s actually quite humorous when I look back on it. As we all got out, I noticed that my laptop was beside me, still in its case, at the time I thought it was busted. I got out, which was more of a crawl, but only to notice two things: one, Kenny was leaning on the car crying; two, Nicole was a few feet away crying in her hands.” “They were both crying?” “Ya, I learned later that Kenny thought we were dead and thought that he had killed us.” “And Nicole?” “She was just crying because we crashed.” “What about yourself? Weren’t you too crying?” “I…I wasn’t. I just saw Nicole and, being the boyfriend that I was, went over to comfort her. I wasn’t scared or shaking or crying. I was just…there. Acting how I always would.” “Interesting…well…what happened next?” I shook my head as if I had just stared off into space, “Well…after a few moments, Kenny said that he thought he heard something leaking. That, of course, scared all of us, we thought the car was going to explode. So, naturally, we ran to the dirt road. It took a good 15 seconds to run there, jut to put in perspective just how far we rolled.” “That is a long ways.” “Ya, it was. After we got to the road, the next logical thing to do was to walk back to town, which was a good half mile off. I decided to call my mom, because I really didn’t know what else to do. Kenny, thinking more logically, called 911. I can remember the exact conversation that me and my mom had. If you wouldn’t mind, could I show you?” “Sure, go ahead.” “Okay, so the phone rings once…twice… “Hello?” “Mom?” She heard Nicole crying in the background, “Buddy, what happened?” “We…Mom…mom we crashed.” “What? Wh-…is everyone ok? Where are you?” “Everyone’s fine, we’re south of that store at the end of town.” “…okay…okay I’ll be right there. Just keep walking. Do you have someone calling 911?” “Ya, Kenny’s doing that right now.” “Okay…okay I’ll be there as soon as I can.” And then she hung up.” “Sounds like she was really concerned.” “Of course she was, she was my mom. Anyway, we continued walking to the store. At one point Nicole started crying about how it was all her fault. Kenny and I both interjected saying it was our fault. We got into an argument about this for a while until we all agreed that we all had a part in this and we all should be blamed. That’s when Nicole noticed our injuries for the first time, it’s also when I learned of our injuries for the first time. She pointed at my right hand and I saw that the whole left side was covered in blood. It didn’t hurt, so I didn’t think it was bad. Then she looked at Kenny, she freaked out and said ‘Oh my god Kenny, your face!’ I tried to look, but I couldn’t see what she was screaming about because he had his hood on. I remember him saying something about a headache but I didn’t think it was bleeding.” “Was he hurt bad?” “Again I couldn’t tell. Eventually everybody got there. All of our parents, the police, the ambulances. We all talked to our parents separately.” “How did they react?” “Surprisingly, not bad. They were all just concerned for us and glad that we were okay. I was glad for that too. Both Nicole and Kenny were glad that their parents understood what happened and weren’t mad at us.” “They really loved you, your parents.” “Ya…ya they did…and they still do.” “So you talked with your parents. You said there were police there too?” “Ya, they had to go through a bunch of questioning before we were taken to the ER. It was frustrating, but I knew it was necessary.” “Did anything else happen before you got to the ER?” “Yes, actually. At one point, Nicole went out of control with her emotional instability and just started crying. I held her in my arms repeating to her the same words over and over again: ‘It’s going to be okay.’” “I want to touch on something before we continue. You keep mentioning all these instances where I can tell that you absolutely love Nicole, but every time I bring her up you push it off as if you agree with me, but you don’t want to talk about it. Is there any reason why?” “I already told you, it’s because I broke up with her.” “I believe it’s more than just that. If you had broken up with her, end of story, then you wouldn’t push it away that quickly. I know there’s more to this than what you’re telling me.” I sighed, “Well…the truth is. I hate her.” “Hate her?” I nodded, “Yes. It’s a long story, but around the time we broke up I messed up. I “cheated” on her. That’s in quotes because I didn’t technically cheat on her, but I did profess my love to another girl before I broke up with her. Anyway, long story short she hates my guts but has proven to me multiple times that she doesn’t deserve my love and never did.” “Multiple times?” “I don’t want to go into it, but she has gone in and out of relationships many times. Each time she does, I see the person she dates get “used” by herself. Now whether she does intentionally or not I’m not sure. But ever since I learned the truth about her, I’ve hated her.” “But do you really hate her like you say?” “Well…ya! Why wouldn’t I?” “I’m not sure, but maybe you shouldn’t hate her. You yourself said that you try to find good in everybody. Wouldn’t there also be good in Nicole?” I sighed, “…ya…I…I guess there is. She can be kind…and she does care about others in tough situations.” I laugh to myself, “Honest to goodness I still fall for her when I see her sometimes.” “Really?” I nodded, “Ya…I do.” I shake my head, “But I’m never going to get back with her. That’s for sure.” “Haha, okay that’s fine with me. So back to the wreck, you were taken to the hospital; anything interesting happen there?” “Ya. Kenny was taken to a separate room than Nicole and I. When the doctor came in he started asking us a few questions. Like how did we feel, any broken bones. He also asked if the airbags activated and if we were all wearing seatbelts, I answered yes to both of these. He also asked if we had drunk too much pink lemonade that night, which I laughed at. A little while later, I noticed one of the adults of the afterprom walk by the room. I turned to him and said, ‘Bet ya didn’t think you’d see me again tonight huh?’ I tried to say it jokingly to lighten the mood, but when I looked closer, I saw that he had tears in his eyes.” “He was crying?” “Possibly, he has this condition that sometimes makes him look like he’s crying; but he walked away without saying a word.” “So did the two of you get checked out okay?” “Ya, Nicole and I were fine. Aside from the cut on my right hand and her emotional trauma, we were fine.” “What about Kenny?” “Kenny…wasn’t getting off so easily. I went into his room after I got checked out and saw him lying in what looked like a dentist’s chair. He had a big cloth on the side of his face. I learned later that he got three stitches there. I can remember the conversation, if you don’t mind…” “Not at all” “So I see him in that chair, bandaged head, family beside him. He smiled as I walked in. “Hey.” “Hey…” “How ya feelin?” “eh, my head still hurts, but I’m ok.” I nod, “well…that’s good.” “hey…sorry about the car…” I wave my hand at him, “Ah, it’s okay. I’ll get another one at some…point…or…anyway.” “…” “Well…you get better k? I’ll see ya around.” “yah…see ya.” He seemed even more tired than I was. I couldn’t blame him.” “He’d been through a lot hadn’t he?” “Ya…anyway. That’s it.” “What happened to the car?” I laughed, “It was totaled…interestingly though. Something crazy happened…actually…a lot of crazy things happened.” “Like what?” “Well, here are the facts. First, the car was completely totaled, the driver’s side was almost completely caved in, and the front left wheel was turned at a 90 degree angle. Second, we all came away with injuries: I was left with a small scar on my right hand and the knowledge of responsibility toward others, Nicole was left emotionally scarred, and Kenny was left with a scar on the left side of his face that required three stitches and the knowledge of responsibility toward others. The three of us realized that day that we really do have an effect on people depending on what we say. Three, and this might be the craziest one: despite how devastating the crash was, none of the items that were in the car were damaged in any way. My laptop that was in the car I am currently using to type this up, all of the prizes we won that night were hardly even moved in the trunk, not even touched. It was as if God was watching over us.” “That’s incredible. After such a traumatic experience, you are all okay. How does that make you feel?” “How does that make me feel?” I laugh softly, “How does that make me feel…that’s the sad part…see…I didn’t feel anything. Throughout this whole thing, I only showed a couple of emotions. Happiness, concern, a little anger, but that’s it! I didn’t ever cry! I never got scared! I was never traumatized! The closest thing I could get to is anytime afterwards when somebody drove me onto a dirt road, I got a little nervous. That’s it!...That’s…that’s it…” “That’s it? But surely you-“ “Shut up!” I said shouting, “I just didn’t okay? If anything…I was happy.” “Happy? But-“ “Look! Sometimes when a man’s life goes too well he wants something bad to happen to him!” “What? Nobody wants something-“ “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! I don’t want to hear it! Overlapping me, “You know you can’t do that.” “I can do what I want ok? I can make you go away!” “You can’t do that as much as you can’t stop thinking!” “Shut up…I know…you…you’re my other half…my other side of thinking…my alternate personality…I could call you a lot of things…but please just listen to me…” “…” “My life, up until my junior year, had gone by smoothly. It had it’s ups and downs but in all honesty, life was just boring. Deep down inside me, I wanted that to change. So…maybe when the crash came around, that subconsciously, I wanted it to happen. I can’t exactly explain it, but I think this feeling is within every person. It’s the same feeling you get when you don’t want your life to be meaningless. Nobody wants to live their life without being remembered. My way of expressing that is I want my life to be story worthy. I want to be in a memoir someday. So when I look back on the crash. I don’t think of it as something terrible, rather, I see it as an amazing experience that I’m glad I had. As twisted as that thinking is, that’s me.” Reader. You must understand, this is a non-fiction story. And, although a few parts of this story was fudged. All that I have said is true, even if the facts are a little twisted to fit the story. I did get in a wreck, I do have another voice in my head, actually a few voices and most of them have names. But most importantly, I do think that the wreck was a valuable experience. And to this day, I have the scar that reminds me of that night, but more importantly, what it meant to me. Isn’t that what they’re for? Isn’t that why we get scars? |
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