Lights

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My mind is blank. Everything hits all at once. The screech of the tires and shatter of the windows. I hear a scream rip through me, but I don't feel a thing. I look to the passenger seat, and see my sister sobbing blood running down her cheek, crying out my name. My hands are still loosely gripping the wheel as I grow light as a feather. In the distance I hear sirens, and see flashing lights. As my sister grips my hand tears streaming down her face, I know that they are too late. I see a different sort of light as I grow lighter and lighter. Soon the burning rays consumes me, and I am no more.

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