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I woke up with a sharp pain in my chest and head. Around me was the car, it was wrecked and little to no cars nearby. I racked my brain to remember what happened. I was at home and I needed to go somewhere, I got in the car and started driving. The last thing i remember, was the truck coming towards me. then it all went white. I gasped. "the truck, it hit me and I must of passed out." I checked myself. nothing broken, that's good. My phone was smashed so I couldn't call anyone to tell them that I crashed. My brother, Williams house wasn't far so I would walk there. I grabbed what ever I could salvage my wallet, my coat, and keys to my house. I walked to my brothers house and knocked on the door, no reply. His car was there so he wasn't at work. I opened the door and saw him sitting on the couch on the phone. He looked devastated. I could only hear bits of what he said "Alright...yes....okay...no...thank you..bye" he clicked off the phone and put his head in his hands. "God dammit Nicky..." I heard him say. oh no I thought, someone must have told him that I crashed the car. I looked over at William which was sobbing repeating my name. "William! i'm so sorry I didn't mean to crash the car! please don't cry!" he didn't respond neither look up at me. …show more content…

"Tristian" I said " I just told William I crashed the car, please don't be mad." she looked up at me and stood. she walked over to me, with a curious look on her face. "I'm so sorry" I said while she walked closer to me. She started sprinting out the door downstairs. I followed her as she ran down to William. "whats wrong are you okay!?" she asked panicked. "its Nicky, she got in a car crash and passed away." William said sobbing between words. "Guys its okay! I'm right here!" I said getting frustrated. They didn't even respond to

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