Young Writers Society

"I'm through with this silence. Talk to me!" she begged.

I answered, "Why so soon? I like this silence. It gives me time to think."

She turned around and limped away, obviously annoyed by my honesty. 

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That conversation was 2 months, 17 days, 10 hours, and 26 minutes after the accident.

So, lets start from the beginning.

2 Months, 17 days, and 10 hours Before

"Come on, get in the car!" bellowed Mother.

I mumbled my response, "Fine"

We were going down State Route 17 at 85 miles per hour, on our way to the mall. We had picked up my friend on the way. Mother was going too fast; I knew that but, I don't think she did. We were late..

She didn't even see the semi-truck barreling down right in front of us. We hit the truck straight on, leaving me with a major concussion, a broken leg, and a broken wrist. It left her with two broken legs, a shattered arm, a concussion, and two broken ribs. My friend though she didn't make it. She didn't have her seat belt on because the mall isn't far from our houses.

We got off easy but, we did pay for what happened. My mother killed someone and I lost my best friend.

I am still mad at my mom. I haven't talked to her since...