Chapter 9

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by Amanda_2002_

by Amanda_2002_

Chapter 9

Sophia 's pov.

Oh boy. This is bad. Very very bad.

I got to the hospital. I spent a few hours in a hospital waiting room awaiting the news. Last night Lacey and I were hanging out, talking, eating junk food and drinking. At around midnight she jumped up screamed she forgot something and needed to go.I tried to stop her, but both of us were wasted,my protesting didn’t help at all. “Sophia, I have to do something tonight, I’m not even that drunk. I can drive, I’ll be back soon. Cover for me if anyone asks. Goodnight.” Then she walked off. I turned around and walked back into our room.

“Damn, I have a very bad feeling about this,” I said to myself. I lie on my bed, turned the TV on, and slowly fell asleep.

Laceys pov.

(Before the accident)

My anniversary. This day marked many events. The day Kody and I got together but also the day where my grandmother passed away in Toronto 5 years ago. And every year on this day I place a chocolate bar on her headstone, and tell her everything that happened over the past year. I got up grabbed everything I needed and walked off. I needed to leave. I couldn’t be late, I needed to proceed with my tradition. Oh, how I didn’t want to disappoint her. I was going to cry. I’m not that drunk, I can drive. I've done it before just focus. I had to tell her to go back to our room and I will be back soon. I got in my car, turned the radio on and got lost in my thoughts. I turned onto a different road and saw two bright headlights. I didn't have time to move out of the way, I didn't even have time to scream. A second later I heard a loud crash. My head slammed on the steering wheel. Thank God I had my seatbelt on, if I didn't I would have flew out the window.

“Ow, the window feels cold on my face” I murmured to myself. After my head hit the steering wheel. I allowed it to move to the driver's window. My hand touched my forehead, it felt wet and sticky. I looked over at the window and saw a few red smears. “Oh, blood. That's not good” I said very mellowly. I heard sirens in the distance and saw black dots around my eyes. I knew I was going to pass out. A few seconds later my car door was ripped open. And the last words I said before blacking out was “Grandma I'm sorry, I won’t be able to make it this year. Sophia, I lied. I'm sorry”