Something was carrying me something warm... maybe I was dead. Suddenly there was a sharp shooting pain. I looked up to see a figure pulling bits of glass out my arms and knees. “Owwwww!” I shouted in pain. “Shhh its me Sasha and my parents cant know your hear” her voice was so comforting. “What happened?” I told her everything but not the abuse. I asked her to help me find dad. I knew she couldn’t drive but we took here parents car anyway. I laid on the soft lather seat of the car. Sasha looked nervous behind the wheel but there was no way of getting out of it now. She turned to key slowly and the engine started “ we are going to have to go on the motorway to get back” Sasha suddenly panicked “I know you can do it” I reassured her. We drove along slowly till we hit the motorway, someone started beeping at us, Sasha was only driving at 50 mph. The rain started hammering down... Sasha started panicking and pressed the pedal down hard. We where heading towards the back of a lorry at full speed. She swerved to try and avoid a crash but instead caused a much greater one...
