Chapter 8
The car accident happened unexpectedly.
In the blink of an eye, I screamed in shock.
Immediately lost consciousness in a violent collision.
Soon, I woke up again in “excruciating pain“.
The car flipped over.
I saw Lucille hanging upside down in the driver’s seat.
Her face was cut open, a large piece of skin and flesh torn off, revealing the bare bones.
Her arm was broken into three pieces, hanging in the air.
Her neck was twisted at an impossible angle.
Her eyes, soaked in blood, stared straight at me.
She was like a marionette that had been destroyed.
He was already lifeless.
I hoarsely shouted at her, “Lucille! Lucille! Wake up, don’t scare me!”
I dared not touch her.
I was almost choked to death by the strong smell of blood.
With a bang, flames shot up into the sky!
I cried and shouted as I finally fumbled to undo the seatbelt.
I climbed out of the car window.
The ground was covered with broken glass and debris.
I used all my strength, but I still crawled so slowly.
I fainted again.
When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital.
My parents and Antwan both looked after me.
Tears burst from my eyes.
Later, my body recovered, but my mental health was severely affected, and I saw a psychologist for two years.
Antwan was always by my side.
On Qingming and Lucille’s death anniversary, he would go with me to sweep the tombs.
This time, I was getting married.
I bought a bouquet of white roses and went to the cemetery alone.
Sitting in front of Lucille’s tombstone, I chatted with her, tears streaming down my face.
Then, I awakened the psychological trauma that had already healed.
“Is that so, Dr. Harding?”
I sat in front of my therapist and asked him.
Two hours ago.
I went to his clinic and said to him, “Long time no see.”
Two hours later, I finished telling the story.
I asked, “Can you save me one more time?”
