*Hannah's point of view*
I awoke in a cold sweat, trying to get my breathing under control. It was that same damn dream I had last night, and the night before last night. It is the same damn dream I have been having for the last 3 years ever since the accident. The accident that killed my mother and father, the accident that had me put in foster care. The dream is like a constant reminder of the mistake, my mistake. It is always there in the back of my mind. It’s almost as if I can never catch a break or as if I’m cursed. I still remember the day it all went down mom was going to take me and dad out to eat because it was my birthday.
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