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My mother had always told me to look before I cross a road.

It made sense to anyone. It's drilled into children's minds everywhere, as part of their road safety lessons: look before you cross. Humans are fragile, so easily breakable, so imagine a big metal monster weighing approximately a tonne driving at just over 50mph  plowing straight into someone. 

That would hurt, right?

Unless you were killed instantly. I was lucky in this sense; I didn't feel a thing. Other people aren't so lucky. Some people can be reduced to a vegetable-like state thanks to reckless drivers. Bones can be crushed to powder; limbs twisted into impossible angles; skulls caved in, squeezing your brain like a bit of jelly.

I know it's a pretty disgusting, possibly even melodramatic. It would take a lot to turn someone's bone into powder. 

By now you're probably thinking that I'm some sort of sadistic, twisted freak who likes to dwell on the idea of death and pain. I'm really not, I just like to make people aware of how much damage a car can do. I'd tell anyone, if I could. Unfortunately, you're the only lucky soul that can hear me. 

Apart from the other poor buggers trapped with me.

I'm sorry, I haven't said anything about myself have I? 

I'm Alena, and I'm dead. Nice to meet you.

The End
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xkatieshepherd My attempt at NaNoWriMo 2011. I haven't made a plan, I was writing as the ideas came so it's bound to be rough. I thought I'd try something different though hehe.

Alena was just a normal teenage girl, perfectly content with her life. Until one day, one day that would change her forever. She went from being alive, to being a statistic.
You're the only one that can understand her. You're the only one that can help her.
She's trapped. She's scared. But most of all, she's bored.

Day 1: 1,854 words
Day 2: 1,743 words
Day 3: 1,853 words
Day 4: 0 words (stupid work :()
Day 5: 0 words (oopsie hehe)
Day 6: 740 words (lack of motivation and inspiration - hope this changes)
Day 7: 1,743
Day 8: 0 words
Day 9: 292 words (this isn't good)

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