Intro

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"Scott.." I murmur.

Broken glass shards threaten to cut even more if I move. The front of the car is completely crushed under the tree's weight. I use all my strength to try to see Scott in the passenger seat.

"Scott, are you okay?"

I've definitely broken something, and my neck aches just to turn. But what I turned my head to see wasn't what I was expecting.

"Scott!"

I suddenly panic. The pain of the glass and my injuries doesn't stop me from getting up to reach for Scott.

"Scott please answer me!"

Blood splatters across his face, and his neck sits at an awkward position. His hair floats down to his forehead and the car door wedges his body between the seat. His scoliosis can't be helping him. His bright blue eyes are open, but the color's been sucked out of them. Lifeless.

Scott Richard Hoying is... dead.

And it's my fault.

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