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again. Each time I could feel the car scratching the earth as
the car whipped from side to side like a kite in the wind.
I opened my eyes to see the black road in the distance above
me. I could feel the warm ground along the side of my body. I
couldn’t’ move and couldn’t understand why. It happened so
quickly. I lay there until my brain could comprehend what just
had happened. I was wedged between the asphalt and the
passenger car door. The car rustled, every movement of the car
pierced my body. My sister, was she okay, even more where
was she? I couldn’t see her. I tried to clear the blood and glass
from my vision to look for her. I could see her finally, as she
lay across the asphalt fifty feet from the car. I opened my
mouth to yell her name but nothing would come out. Gasping
like a fish out of water, all I could do was lie there until
someone arrived to help.
I heard an uneasy and unfamiliar voice in the distance,
“ma’am”. Ma’am what is your name? It was a fireman. I was
relieved but terrified at what was to come next. I killed my
sister. For the first time, intense emotion and pain ran
through me. The fireman asked if I could move my legs. I
pushed against the ground with all the strength I had, but I
couldn’t move. The pain was excruciating, nevertheless I could