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The other night I was driving home on 128, right before my exit I saw a car smashed into the guardrail. I pulled over and found two teenagers yelling at me that they were cut off but didn't know where the car went they had hit. I told them to get away from the car and to stand by mine and I called 911. By the looks of their car I knew the second car couldn't have gotten too far and I looked to the side of the highway and there, flipped over was the second car with not much left to it. I just thought in my mind holy shit, that person has to be dead. I stood near the car and yelled to see if anyone was alive or atleast conscious inside and got no response. One of the kids' in the car had a huge laceration on his lip, it must have been at least 3 inches long and it was all the way through the skin his teeth were coming through it. Thank god my mom's car I was in, the Xterra had a first aid kit in it. The car the two kids were in started smoking really bad and caught on fire the smoke was really heavy and thick. Then out of nowhere came this guy stumbling over to us all covered in blood and had on a best buy shirt and only one shoe. He had no idea what had just happened or where he was. He had asked me to call his wife though so I did but no answer. The two kids had asked if they could borrow my cell phone and I let them because there's was inside the car on fire. I had thought I got it back but I guess not. Anyways, two days after I got my phone back and spoke with the older guys' wife. It turns out he's still in the hospital, his breathing isn't good and he had to have his spleen removed. I wished her luck and said to keep in touch. Now one of the other kids' from the accident won't stop calling me. Blargh. I'm exhausted and had to deal with my nagging mother all day. Not too mention today is the 5 month anniversary my house burnt down.
I walked through again the other day with my sister and Christina. I don't know what I was expecting to find, but it was a lot different from when I first went in two days after it happened. This time, I went up to the third floor, my room, where I was when it happened. Everything that was in that room is now either a pile of ashes, or melted. I was hoping to maybe salvage a picture or atleast the heart pendant necklace my mom and stepdad bought me when they got married. After I left the house, I just was so mad. Mad at the fact of losing everything. Every picture, every memory. Sure, no one can ever take away memories in your head, but it's nice to have pictures. Ugh, I'm just going to upset myself goodnight everyone/
I walked through again the other day with my sister and Christina. I don't know what I was expecting to find, but it was a lot different from when I first went in two days after it happened. This time, I went up to the third floor, my room, where I was when it happened. Everything that was in that room is now either a pile of ashes, or melted. I was hoping to maybe salvage a picture or atleast the heart pendant necklace my mom and stepdad bought me when they got married. After I left the house, I just was so mad. Mad at the fact of losing everything. Every picture, every memory. Sure, no one can ever take away memories in your head, but it's nice to have pictures. Ugh, I'm just going to upset myself goodnight everyone/