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A piece of metal pierced my shoulder blade like a hot axe, pinning me to my seat. The car continued to roll, throwing her out of the windshield. I reached for her, but she disappeared from my sight. The car hit the ground again. I was also thrown out of the seat belt and slammed onto the roof of the car. Before I lost consciousness, I still called her name, but the voice was barely audible - Shariyas. I forgot everything except her name. In order to come to terms with my memory loss, I began to piece together stories about myself and Sharias, while also living in a world that others had made up for me...