Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter Twenty

I shook my head to get rid of the darkness, I found out I was face first into the back of Christine's passenger seat. I leaned back and stared around. I noticed it, I noticed the fact Christine wasn't in her seat and the glass was smashed. Alex was face first into the airbag, I laid my fingers on his pulse to make sure he was still breathing. A rush of relief went down through me as I felt the beat of his heart flowing through the veins. But where was Christine?

I attempted to open my door with the door handle but it wouldn't open for me. So plan B came into action, I smashed the car window with my foot crawling out of it slowly in attempt to not cut myself with the glass. But of course I drove a piece into my stomach and whimpered in pain. I could take it though. I did once have so much in my skin I almost died.

I reviewed my surroundings, looking at the crash. We had hit a truck drove by a female who's face was into the sterling wheel and all you could see was her brown hair. I walked around to the direction of the windshield. Nothing prepared me, ever, for what happened next.

I ran to her body that laid upward facing the sun, she was cold to touch and her blood gushed into my face. Christine was dying, and there was nothing I could do for her. A shard of glass the size of the palm of my hand was drove into her main artery in her neck.

"Oh, oh. I don't know what to do Christine, oh my. You're bleeding. Stay with me," I screamed. People had started to crowd on the streets and I hoped one called for an ambulance. Maybe it wasn't too late to save Christine!

"Jenna," She forced out with her timid but sharp as knives that drove into my back.

"Save your breathe, you're going to survive this!" I assured her, beginning to caress the side of her face. Her blood stained my clothing and the bandage on my face, I was covered in my best friend's blood and I couldn't do anything about it.

"You're.. You're my sister," Christine actually smiled. "And... And I-I love you."

"Don't you dare start with good byes! I won't allow it!" I cried, my tears began to mix in with her blood.

"Holy crap," Alex's voice sprung out behind me. "Christine!"

"I love you-you both," Christine spit out some blood. "Live happy--I'm-I'm going to jo-join God now."

"Christine, NO!" I squealed, my voice actually cracking up.

But she was gone, Christine was gone. The one girl who loved me from day one of school because I was her gift from God, was gone. I started to bawl when Alex finally wrapped her arm around me. I couldn't take it, I started to burst. I didn't even cry this much when my own mother died. I saw Christine's eyes remained open, so I raised my hand and shut them to put her to rest. I wrapped myself around Alex and soaked his shirt with my tears.

I stopped, instantly when I heard the ambulance was pulling the girl who caused the accident out of the truck. "I'll kill her," I whispered to Alex.

"No you won't," Alex held me tight.

I released from his grip and began running towards the truck. Now I couldn't take it when I saw the woman's face. "I'll kill her, you killed Christine. YOU KILLED CHRISTINE," I threatened.

Alex's arms of steel wrapped around me, and pulled me to the ground. I just let go and let him hold me in his arms. He started to cry, too. This wasn't much of an accident when you seriously look at the situation. My best friend was flung out of the window and killed by a shard of my glass in her throat. I almost got in shotgun. It was suppose to be me! I'm the one suppose to die, not Christine. It was meant for me to die the way I was suppose to in the car accident when I was a mere toddler. It was meant to be me, I killed my best friend. My only female best friend.

"It's my fault, Alex, it's my fault," I cried.

"What? No! You weren't driving! I was if it's anyone's fault it was mine," Alex blamed himself. I suddenly realized it was none of our faults I stared at the woman who was driving. It was her fault. All hers. I couldn't even say her name, but it's her fault. The girl I saw not that long ago crying to herself in the bathroom was driving and hit us, killing my best friend. It was, it was--

Katrina's fault.