Cara picked up her head only to find herself in the same city she was in, but it was night time, and nobody was there. She wondered where her car was and why there weren't any cars zooming past. She looked on her phone, and all it had was ERROR. She was confused. So she typed in her password, 2647, and went to Contacts. She couldn't figure out who would handle the situation better, Momma or Dad. She called Dad. Momma was sick with cancer and the doctors said her life span will be a little shorter than others. When she tried to call, an unfamiliar voice whispered "Go to the lamppost." She didn't understand what that would do for her. She went to the lamppost, and it was daytime. She saw the car dealing place, YourChoice, Quickies,- As soon as she looked in front of her, she screamed. "No! No! What is going on?! Somebody tell me!" She heard the ambulance sirens. She kept on repeating herself " Help! Help! Heeeeeeelp!" What she saw would be confusing and horrifying to a human being. She saw herself sitting in the same car she picked out that day, in a weird angle. There was blood on her face, legs, and blood was trickling down her wrist. Her mouth was open like she was about to scream, except some of her teeth were on the dashboard. There was blood in her mouth. Her car was brutally smashed. There was her phone, in the passenger seat. The vibration sound was from a text, her friend Samantha, saying
Samantha- I'm so sorry Cara. For what I've done to you. me and ur boyfriend... At a party I'm so sorry really I am come to my house
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Obviously her best friend was with her boyfriend, and she was dead. What would she do?
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The Day I Died
Teen FictionCara was choosing a car. It was a sunny, regular day. What could go wrong? She chose the most dangerous car out of the three. A red convertible. She got in a car crash, too. Want to find out more? Read it!
