She had fell from high up in the playground and her body fell face down and she died immediately. I was less than 5 feet away from her dead body. I was upset. I loved her. She was the first person I ever loved. During my kindergarten days I’d spend my time with her and her twin brother. She loved me too. She one of if not the first person around my age to be my friend. So when she fell hard onto the ground like that, I screamed her name which is Kate in a melodramatic way as I became upset.
None of this happened. Kate wasn’t even her name. It was She just transferred to another school and I never saw her again. I didn’t talk to her brother after that either. Yet, that horrible memory of her dying in front of me existed in my mind and I thought that false event was what happened for years until my mom told me the truth.
My great-grandmother was laying down in on a bed and I’m standing nearby the bed doing nothing.