My body was thrown across the windshield as yet another car smashed into the heap. The chaos was growing, my chancing of surviving were dwindling. I could feel a scorching heat on my arm, while my legs were numb and trapped under rubble. I turned toward Allison, and watched her struggle to escape. My voice was lost, and I'm sure if I tried to speak I would only inflict myself with more pain. Finally, she pushed her way out of the car a started to run. The last thing I saw was her body collapse and paramedics surround her as she whimpered in pain. The last thing I felt was the bitter heartache and my hope of staying alive fade. Is it even possible for your own best friend to forget you, and leave you dying in a heap of mayhem? Or was I being selfish? She escaped, survived, and isn't this what life is about? Your own survival, even if it means leaving the ones you love most behind.
