She awoke. Fear and the bitter chill of wind caused her to shiver. It was dark, too dark. Blackness fell around her like a thick, smothering blanket. "Hello?" She sobbed. "Hello? Anyone?" The only answer she got was was the flash of fire in the distance and the distinct smell of smoke. She cried.
She tried to go through things she remembered, one by one. "My name is Aiyana Blake. I was born in Denver, Colorado. My birthday is September 19, and I am 12 years o-old." She started to stutter as the cold bit a her exposed, purple skin. "I am c-c-cold. I-I am hurt. I am n-not dead. My f-f-family is. I am a-a-" She struggled to finish her last word. "Alone."
She tried to figure out what had happened. She knew her family had been on their way to San Antonio, Texas, for her younger brother had never seen the Alamo, they had driven for nearly 4 and 1/2 hours before they had crashed. She hadn't known where. She could perfectly recall the screams of her family, she could still see the petrified look of her brother's face. They had crashed. They had crashed. They had crashed, but into what? She remembered throwing herself over her brother, Reese. She could feel the glass still in her back.
She got up and walked around. Although it was the most excruciating pain she had ever felt, she was too cold to sit still, and too overcome to do anything but let pain take her over.
