PROLOGUE
Mia and her father were driving back home after playing tennis together, and the two of them were pretty tired. Mia has been driving since she’d gotten her learner’s permit a few months ago, and she enjoyed driving on her own. They were driving down a bridge, listening to the radio, talking about a new book that Mia wanted to read for the 5th time this week and cracking jokes. It was a pleasant evening, everything was happening as usual. Mia had not expected that the next 5 minutes would change everything. A huge red truck was rushing towards their car, Mia tried to drive the car off to the other side of the bridge but it was too late, Mia could see the two vehicles collide. She could hear her father panting, and feel the distress …show more content…
For the past few days, I have been having the most dreadful dreams about that evening, when I couldn’t drive properly, when I put my father’s life in danger. It was my fault since I was the one driving, but he had to suffer. I keep having these flashbacks of the red truck rushing towards us, crashing our car, the bridge and how I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I get this unexplainable feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I think of that day and my father. Mom says everything will be alright every time I talk about the accident or dad. I want to believe her but nothing seems right, how can I live with this feeling of guilt because I am the one who survived and not …show more content…
Mia sat in the very last corner trying to concentrate on the lesson since she’d missed almost a month of school. During the lunch break, Mia was sitting alone in a corner of the cafeteria staring at the salad she’d gotten for lunch when a tall, blonde boy jogged towards her table and said, “Hey, haven’t seen you all day.” “Hey, Samuel” replies Mia quietly looking down at her food. Samuel sat across from Mia talking about all the pranks he did on his English teacher, how he scored almost 30 baskets in last week’s basketball match, and a bunch of things Mia did not pay attention to. Mia was lost in her thoughts this morning, in the car, all the flashes of the accident and her father. Every thought about her father made Mia want to cry, but the tears won’t come. Samuel jerked Mia's shoulder, bringing her back to the conversation. Mia stared into his bright blue eyes that always somehow made everything feel so contented and relieving, but today his eyes were tight and worried. Samuel finally breaks the silence, asking, “Are you okay?” “yeah,” Mia replies, although she wasn't okay. The nightmares and flashbacks from the night of the accident consuming her with guilt. Mia didn't want to talk about them with anyone, not even Samuel, though he was her best friend, her only friend. Samuel had been her best friend for a surprisingly long time since she was a very quiet and reserved person, she did not like to socialise