It was every parent's worst nightmare. That uneasy feeling, of not knowing if you'll ever know the truth, fled my parents' minds. Two days ago, November 16, my life flashed before my eyes twice. The first one happened around 7.30pm while I was going to my best friend's house. I had gone to his house a thousand times before, and I didn't think this time would be any different. While driving along the highway the unimaginable happened: I lost control of my car. I had experienced 20 seconds of my worst fear. Looking around, I thought my life was over. All the good and bad moments flashed in my eyes and I thought of all the things I would miss if I died. I thought the worst was inevitable, death was upon us, I would die at just 17 years old. Those 20 seconds seemed to last an eternity, every single day of life was relived twice, I thought it would never end. The accident seemed so far away, but it was closer than I could have ever imagined. The impact that would determine the rest of my life. After I woke up, I thought the worst had happened, I was paralyzed. I would never be able to walk again, my dreams were shattered in a minute. I didn't know what I would do. I decided that this would not be my destiny. I started flapping my legs so vigorously you would have thought it was the end of the world. With adrenaline and my instincts finally kicking in, I rushed out of the car, no one in sight. I couldn't find my phone and thought I would be stuck there forever. Within a few minutes I saw the headlights, there was a God. I thought maybe one of the nearby houses had seen me crash and had come to help me. As the car approached I waved my hands, trying to find... the middle of the paper... rauma was always with them. In a way I don't blame them, I could never imagine what they went through. The events that caused each of us sadness were so different in so many ways, and I would never understand them, just as they would never understand my pain. I guess they'll never be able to try to understand. Five years later, I still watch their pain every day. I see the pain in their souls over the loss of a child. To be so close to relief and have it taken away. That day, that day the police found out where I was. The day they rushed to the place where I was helped without a plan, everything went in the worst way. My parents were sitting at the police station, preparing to see me walk through the doors, but instead they saw me walk in, inside a black body bag. The worst possible outcome has arrived. I was dead and they would never get their little girl back.