Chapter 7 "Crashed Confusion

She opened her eyes and lifted her head off of the kitchen table. The sounds of her parents' voices ringing through her head. How do they know what she wants in life? How do they know how she feels? They don't, they can't. In a rush Sarah jumped from the table and to the back door. She grabbed her keys and ran out the door. The snow was coating anything it touched and she almost slipped into her car door. Turning the key she reached into her pockets to check for her cell phone...it wasn't there. She pulled out the black Sharpie and a couple pieces of paper. She closed her eyes and stepped on the gas.1

When her eyes opened again she was driving the van. The man on her right became a little more clearer and the speaking seemed to make sense...she could hear herself screaming in the back...She stopped the van and motioned the other man to walk around the back of the van...they grabbed flashlights. Shining the lights into the van she could see herself...with her cut up arm, bleeding onto her jeans. They shut the doors and went back to the front...the gas pressed to the ground again...she was driving...to where? She wasn't sure, but before she could give it a thought...her car, in front of the van, came to a stop..and they slammed into the rear of the car...slowly sending it down the hill...she was out again.2

She opened her eyes and she was standing in a graveyard. She began to walk and look around for something familiar. The sky was dark and ground was wet from the melting snow...she began to run, hoping for an exit somewhere, a person, anything. She tripped over a small tombstone...and looked up. Sarah Contros....February 3,1987 - February 10, 2005. She blinked her eyes...the pain from her ankle shot up through her spine...and she fell back to the ground.3