Blood
It was everywhere, that metallic scent lingered heavily in the air, suffocating me with the distressing smell of death. I could hear Casey's piercing screams echo through the once still night, her trembling voice calling out to me for help, but still I couldn't--

"Miss Keaton?" The detective asks, bringing me back to reality
"Uh... Yes, sorry, what we're you saying?"
"I asked what happened that night, before the crash" he says gently while clicking on the voice recorder

I shift uncomfortably in the cold metal seat, that many criminals have sat in before myself, which adds to my uneasiness. I stare down at my battered and shaking hands, remembering how not so long ago blood had coated my body like a second skin.

That night I wish never to remember, but I just can't, that awful smell of blood is burned into my mind forever and I just can't shake the feeling of the grim reaper hovering right above me.

The memories become too much for me to handle at once and like a weakling I burst out crying, the salty wet tears free falling down my tan skin. I hesitantly gaze upwards towards the perplexed detective with my blood shot eyes
"Alright" I choke out "you want to know what happened that night? I'll tell you then. It all started after my older brother died.......

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