It all happened on the last day of school. She just got her license, but was too afraid to drive alone just yet. Her Uncle had picked her up, since her parents were out shopping for her last day of school celebration.
Sadly for Rachel, her Uncle Jimmy had always been an alcohol addict, and he'd drunk 3/4s of a bottle of Yager.
He was speeding down the road, and Rachel had yelled, "Slow down, Uncle Jimmy!" That's what drove him mad. The whole family, except for Rachel, knew never to tell Jimmy to slow down. EVER. There was a military truck full of leftover shrapnel pieces right infront of them for whatever reason, and Uncle Jimmy just rammed into it going way over the speedometer.
The impact had knocked out rachel, and caused a major explosion which lodged several pieces of shrapnel all over her insides and completely ruined her systems. The doctors didn't even know what to do with her. They couldn't do anything, just wait for her to pass.
But God was on her side that day, he looked upon his beloved child Rachel and said, "No. It is not yet her time. This is not how she was to return back home." And so, God removed the shrapnels best to his ability, although even though he is God, he couldn't fix her entirely. The safety of Rachel had come at a cost for everyone. Her control. The control of...
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