A Second Chance

Chapter 1: Lost in the memory

Beep. Beep. Beep.

That's all I heard. Nothing more than a beep. I don't exactly know what happened. All I know now is that I need to wake up. But something's holding me back. Is it death? Possibly. I know better. It is death. But why? Why is death staring me down? God I would give anything to remember what happened, but it hurts to think about it.

Beep. Beep.

Must open eyes. Why is this so difficult!? I-I just want to cry!

Beep. Beep.

"Sarah," said an unknown voice, "Are you awake?"

"I think so, who are you?"

"I'm Dr. Michael Davis. Are you feeling alright?"

"I-I don't know. Where is my family?"

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you that they're all dead. You're the only survivor."

Now I really wanted to cry. My entire family was dead. I didn't know what happened, and now I'm helpless. I must've teared up because my eyes flutter open and my cheeks became soaked with guilt.

"What happened doctor?"

"You got in a terrible car accident. I was told that you were in the drivers seat as well. I'm very sorry."

"So it was my fault. I killed them?"

"I assure you it was an accident."

"Than why aren't I dead!?"

"Sarah-"

"Just go!"

Chapter 2: My life before the incident

My name is Sarah Ivory Walsh. I'm 17 and I live in Little Rock, AR. When I was born on August 12th, 1997, my parents looked me right in the eyes and knew I was going to change the world. When my father held me for the first time, I smiled at him. after that I my nickname became Smiley girl. I'd like to say I had the best childhood. always happy, and when I was upset, my imagination would take me to places like Candyland or Puppy Isle. Yeah you could definitely say I was a "girly girl". But all of that changed when I turned 14. My mother and father divorced. I lived with my dad, and my younger brother lived with my mom. We never saw each other again after that. Only on holidays or birthdays. The worst part about them separating is that I got into drugs. Mostly cocaine. Plus I would drink, booze and alcohol. it ruined me but it's where I could escape. My dad caught me once and it wasn't good. No more booze, alcohol, or cocaine. But it's like I couldn't live without it. So like anybody else, I snuck it. Once again my dad caught me and he took away my phone. I got so upset, I swore at him, said I hated him, and told him I was leaving. At the time this happened, I was 15. Where was I going to go, I don't know. So I called my mom and she picked me up. That was a little scary. But I had no where else to go. after that I didn't see my dad again until my 17th birthday, which was about a couple days ago, I think. What day was it today!? I didn't even know that. But the last time I saw my dad, we got into an argument. Now that I know he's dead, and it was all my fault, I regret that argument so much.

Chapter 3: Time to face the truth

"Sarah, could you please try to explain the best you can what happened at roughly 3:46 pm, Tuesday afternoon?", asked officer Darrel Johnson of the Little Rock police dept.

"I'll try. A few days before the accident was my 17th birthday, and my mother and brother surprised me by getting me a new car. Joshua said he picked out the color. He always understood me, you know? I miss him so much. He wanted to be in the marines when he grew up. He was only 14."

"I'm sorry. Do you want to take a break?"

"No. I want to finish."

"Ok. Just take your time."