The flashing lights grow closer,
but the cries of my 6-year-old sister
have quieted.
To my left, I see the car driver, my brother,
lying motionless in the road.
Rain hits my legs.
No.
Blood drips down my body.
I can no longer feel my own pulse.
Relief washes over me;
I won’t have to face the agony of...
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