The police skipped that part and found me being hit by a car on the roadside.
The police looked sympathetic, patting Dexter’s shoulder.
They didn’t say anything.
Dexter collapsed onto the ground, with a lost and bewildered look in his eyes.
Time seemed to go back to a long time ago, when he was a child of ten.
He watched his sister be born and his mother die.
The pain now was no lighter than it was back then.
It didn’t take Dexter much time to find my body.
I lay there quietly, pale, cold, and stiff.
The hospital staff lamented, “Poor girl! Only 18, they say.”
But there were also complaints. “It took so long for her family to come.”
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