As I think back to that day, I think how much my life has changed. So many things have; my whole life has, and so has my family’s. I feel so bad for what I have put them through, all this pain and burden. I wonder if things will ever be the same again. I just want to go back to that day where everything changed to change something about it. Maybe I could have done something, you know? People say there was nothing I could do, but there’s always something that I could have done.

It was that one snowy day. I was driving my sister and me to a basketball game. She didn’t really want to go, but I wanted to, and she’s too young to stay home by herself. Why was I being so selfish? I convinced her that if she went, I would buy her some ice cream from the local shop in town. She then agreed to come with me. So then we went.
It was the ride home from the game that made everything change. We were sitting at a stop sign when all of a sudden; a big truck hit my little car with my sister and I in it. We were both knocked unconscious.
When I finally woke up, it was a few hours after the accident. Right away, I felt the pain all over my body. I was so sore everywhere. Then, I started to put the pieces together of what happened.
Both of my parents were there in the room when I got up and they told me what had happened. They said that Maya, my sister, and I were in a bad accident and that I had a concussion and had broken my leg and wrist. As they were saying all this I started to panic and was wondering what happened to Maya. Was she okay? Was she even still alive?
I finally asked that question. I wasn’t sure if I even did want to hear the answer. I could just tell by my parents faces after I asked that something terrible had happened. Then my father finally said that Maya didn’t make it. My mind just started racing. I didn’t know what to think. As I sat there hysterically crying I just hoping and praying this was a dream. My mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that she was gone. I will never see her again and this was my entire fault. I was the reason why she was with me in the first place. I started to scream, I just wanted to see her!
My parents kept telling me that it wasn’t my fault but I still didn’t believe them, because it was. As time went on I found out that the driver who hit us was drunk. It still doesn’t change that I’m the one who made her come with me she just wanted to stay home.

It’s now two months past the accident and I’m finally coming to the terms that Maya is gone. I’m still trying to deal with the fact that it wasn’t my fault, but deep down I still think that it is. I know it’ll take some time to heal from this whole ordeal, but I hope that I can get through this.