I continued, “I stumbled into this big bush and low and behold this weird creature was stirred from their slumber. They were also drunk but were completely less fun to hang out with and I was giving joy to this sad and sorry human being." I gave her a tiny glare out the corner of my eye but still kept my eyes glued to the road. “So, instead of walking away as most people would, I sat down right next to you and, well, talked. You started crying about God knows what because all I heard was, "abah fa mu".

"Okay," she started, ready to defend herself."I don't sound like that when I'm drunk! I can still make words, all you do is get super clingy. You clung on to me the entire night, sobbing about how I'm not a prince . . . Or something well I was talking about some pretty amazing things you obviously weren't listening to."

I belted a laugh. I really haven't thought about these memories since the beginning of our friendship. It was the foundation for everything and I- I almost forgot it.

"I wonder if I had forgotten about it sooner, if I had never even brought it up in that car, maybe… just maybe she would st-" I choked on a sob.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to.” Sympathy and empathy completely lacking in their monotone statement.

The officers were trying to console me, but they didn’t care about my feelings in the least. They just wanted my statement. They wanted to know if this really was an accident or a planned happening. Ha, like I wanted to lose my best friend.

I started again, regaining my composure. The occasional tear slipped down my face leaving glimmering streaks against my tanned skin. “I was talking about our meeting, my eyes were glued to the road, but I guess I wasn’t nearly paying enough attention. We were laughing together and the semi came out of nowhere. It took a sharp turn, trying to avoid something that I couldn’t see. Everything happened so fast.”

I closed my eyes, remembering those last few moments.

I stifled a small laugh and looked at Sammy’s eyes. They no longer contained fear and sadness, they were filled with love and happiness.

And then I heard the sharp squeal of tires as the semi took a sharp turn, tipping on its side. Samantha screamed in the corner of my ear as I tried to avoid the truck. I slammed my foot down hard on the breaks, leaving harsh tire marks on the ground beneath. But as much as I tried to avoid it, it was inevitable. Samantha, screaming for her life, tears building in her eyes, became completely silent as we slammed into the truck at 50 miles per hour. As we slammed into the falling truck, we stopped it from hitting the ground, rather it hit my car. The front of the car was smashed, glass glittering around us, most covered in a brilliant dark red substance. The airbags opened on slamming our necks against the cushioned chair, pinning us there. My legs impaled by the sharp metal. I couldn’t even see Samantha through the white air but I could hear her struggling. She was obviously wounded. I tried to move my hand towards her, but then the truck fell upon the car. Caving the car roof in until it burst upon, shards of sharp metal scattered throughout the car.

“All I remember was excruciating physical pain. I remember . . . I remember calling Samantha’s name and she didn’t respond and then everything just went . . . dark. 

I woke up in a hospital bed, Samantha in the one beside me, asleep. The heart monitor beside her giving steady beats. I recovered faster than her. Both my covered in small, deep cuts that weren't extremely lethal, bruised ribs, and a fractured. Not to mention the hundred cuts and gashes spread around my body, decorating me in light pink scars and dark blue, purple, and yellow bruises.