Written by Me

The Past

Monday
5/14/10

Dear diary,

I saw something really bad happen today. Like, really, horribly, depressingly bad. I didn't just see it, though. I was in it. I was in all of it.

Mommy and daddy were driving me to my best friend- Angelou's- house. I was giggling and smiling at some lame joke that come out of my dad's mouth. I had my yellow dress on that made me look like Belle from Beauty and the Beast.

Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw a white minivan steer into our car's path and violently crash into the front of our car. I screamed, a loud glass-breaking scream when I saw that some glass from our car window cracked open and flew into my mommy's neck.

"Mommy?"

She didn't answer.

"Mommy, please answer me," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

I was so scared. I am still so scared.

I looked over at my dad, and his face was spilt down the middle by a large piece of glass. "Dad? DADDY?"

I didn't know what to do when I was in that accident, and I still don't know what to do.

How can I handle this?

I can't help but feel that this is all my fault.

I shouldn't have asked for a play date with Angelou.

-Piper