Haileys pov
All I heard was the whoosh of the car a the whoosh of my stomach as our car flipped and rustled through the valley beside route 66 . I can could feel the pressure of the air bag constantly pounded me in the face. Another thing I could feel was the tiny, energetic feet of me and marks baby I had been hitching a ride to in my stomach for the past eight months. I feared for my life and I could tell me and marks little daredevil did too.
Isaley. That's what we named her. Isaley Brooklyn Fischbach. I can still remember me and him sitting on that wore down old checkered-blanket he found in his car that we used after our car broke in Cincinnati. After a few drinks of pop that had alrwsy gone flat I felt the baby kick and he said the kicking Patten reminded him of and old song he had once heard called Isaley. We decided we should name her Isaley and I always liked the name Brooklyn so we decided that should be her middle name. In the background I could hear the faint sound of sirens. I quickly snapped back into real life and realized the reality of what just happened. I could her Mark screaming my name "Hailey""Hailey wake up""Plz don't die on me Hailey, I can't lose you". I opened my eyes and pointed out the shattered glass... "They're coming for us....Help is coming".
