A scream. A child's scream. A scream that echoes through the meadow in which Anna and I play. Hollering her name and getting silence as a response is worrying, considering she normally replies.
I walk towards where the noise came from, but soon break into a run. I'm stunned by the sight I see. A car that has broken through a picket fence and an unconscious Anna trapped underneath. But except for a slice running down her lower left arm cutting right to the bone, she looks relatively untouched, and I know that not the case. The irreparable damage will be inside of her.
I hear another scream and not sure who's mouth it's coming out of, because someone is coming out of their house to see what's going on.
I can see she's clearly disgusted by what she sees, but she quickly hurries inside to call an ambulance I'm guessing.
I sink down to the ground and cover my ears. When the ringing in them stops, I cradle Anna's head in my dirt coated hands, all the while shaking.
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The ambulance has arrived, the sirens are blaring, and through the blur of my tears, I can just make out the flashing lights that will enter Anna through the hospital gates.
"She will make it, she will make it." I whisper fiercely to myself, although not completely confident she will.
Images race through my mind as I play out different scenarios of what could happen. What if she doesn't make it, what will I do then? I picture my best friends unmoving, lifeless body, but push the thought out of my mind.
Once again, I tell myself,
"She will make it, she will make it!", Until I feel too exhausted to respond to even the simplest things my body requests me to do.
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Teen FictionWhen Anna Berk is in a terrible car accident, most doctors don't think she will make it through the night, but a wish can change everything. Told from point of view of Anna's best friend, Riley Thatch.
