My little sister Lela and I were heading home in my care.Lela was 14 and I was 17 in my last year of highschool.I started to think about how graduatoin would be and then Lela started to yell at me to go.I didn't relize that I had stopped and pulled over right in front of a person that was mugging a guy.He came after us and then I hit the gas without paying attention an I pulled out in front of a 18-wheeler and it hit us on my sisters side.We spun and flipped into a ditch and it knocked me out.When I woke up I was in the hospital.My mom was crying and tolded me it had killed Lela.That night I started thinking about the wreck and Lela.I blammed myself for Lela's death. Then when I turned 20 I went to this party and I saw this man getting mugged.He turned around and by that time I had ran away crying cause it made me think of the night.I didn't know where I was running but I fell and I hit my head and it knocked me out.I thought I was dreaming when I saw my sister and she turned around without a hair harmed on her beautiful head.She spoke to me and told me it wasn't my falt.When I
woke up I was in the hospital again but this time when I walked out my sister wasn't in the hospital dead,she was by my side like she was always supposed to be.