After I told that whole story to Ms. Brour, she called the officer again and told them what happened. Then she turned to me and said. "How come this isn't in your files young lady?!" I was confused. I said, "I have no idea." She was shocked and called Mrs. Claire and told her the same story. And told her it wasn't in my files. Mrs. Claire sounded shocked too. But I quickly lost interest and thought. Why? Why isn't it in my files? Why can't I remember anything else. Then I heard crying in the backseat. I turned to see my sister with tears rolling down her face. She must have remembered too. We both were crying now. Then I saw a vision. Of her crying in the backseat. Stuck in her seatbelt. Blood on her face. The accident. And I saw Mother too. She had pieces of glass in her face. Her face was close to mine. I asked if she was ok. But she looked dead. I found out later she was unconscious, whatever that means. All I knew was nobody died. And we were all out of the car safely. Well, almost. I ran to where Daddy was and screamed.
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Sincerely, Melissa Lay