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Bright lights flash all around me,

Blood pools around my body.

I feel strange and tingly,

I cannot move my legs.



My eyes flicker sideways,

To my parents standing nearby.

They are talking to a cop,

Who's face spells disaster.



My lungs fill with air,

But it hurts to breathe,

Panic floods through me,

Why am I on the ground?



Why can't I move my body?

What's wrong with me?

I look over and see,

A tangled wreck that used to be my car.



A young kid being handcuffed,

He can barely stand up,

The police shake their heads,

Saying "This shouldn't have happened."



Now my parents kneel beside me,

Tears stain their face,

My body starts to spasm,

There's nothing I can do.



Why is a bag being placed over me?

What is going on?

Why are you doing this?

Am I going to be okay?



I lay here in a strange bed,

With people staring at me,

They wipe their eyes and moan,

"Why did she have to die so young?"



Please, let me out of here!

I don't belong in this box.

Please...

Please...