I walked towards my house, my feet aching from trekking around the park countless times, just thinking. All of a sudden, I heard the squeak of tires, and spun around with a pounding heart.

Just in time, I rushed out of the way, off the street that I was crossing. A scream escaped me, echoing in the dead of night. A flash of headlights turned back my way, and I knew it was Angie. I could see the crazed look in her eyes.

My own eyes narrowed, and I picked up something I saw in the ground; a rock. It flew threw the windshield, glass shattering everywhere. The car swerved off the road, crashing straight into a streetlight, which flickered out.

I placed a hand over my mouth, shaking all over. Slowly, I ambled towards the vehicle, my phone clutched in my grasp. There was Angie, her bleeding head pressed against the steering wheel.

Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach as I dialed 911. I never wanted her to die, or give seriously injured! I panicked. I was so terrified that I couldn't even move, couldn't even think straight.

And, before the ambulance arrived, I fled the scene.