A/N: I just decided to do this all of a sudden. It'll be a oneshot, no doubt about that. I just thought the night Sarah died in that horrible wreck was one of the best episodes in the whole series. Please keep in mind that this will be in Sarah's POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own 7th Heaven.
We waited and waited for my friend, Lucy, to show up at Pete's Pizza so we could sneak off, unnoticed, thirty miles away from town. Don't get me wrong; we weren't going to do anything bad, like run away or anything. Well, only unless you counted rebelling against your parents and lying to them as "bad".
I wasn't fond of lying to my parents at all, but my sister Jennifer said it was the only way we'd ever get to the good stuff. I guessed the good stuff was the diner we were headed to thirty miles out.
"Where is she?" I hissed under my breath. Patience was not something I was good at.
"Just a little longer. Let's give her five minutes," Jennifer said. I nodded in resigned agreement and settled down in the passenger seat.
My sister had recently gotten her driver's license, and was secretly letting me drive, with her in the car, of course. I wouldn't even chance it if she wasn't with me, but she usually allowed me to drive for a short distance if I asked her.
It seemed like forever had passed. I looked at the digital clock on the dashboard. 7:15, it said. Lucy was fifteen minutes late. I gnawed on my fingernails to keep from moaning in impatience.
"Let's go get some gas," Jennifer suggested, and I automatically agreed, glad to break out of the dull stupor I was being subject to.
"Let me drive on the way back, okay?" I begged. She nodded once, and I wondered why she looked so solemn. Maybe it was because she was afraid of me driving in the traffic.
We filled up the tank about ten gallons, paid, and I slid easily into the driver's seat, not bothering with the seat belt. Jennifer complained about it, but I told her I could handle it. In my head, I wasn't so sure; I hadn't been driving that long, but how would I learn without experience? A seat belt could break one day, couldn't it? I could be left without a seat belt, couldn't I? I hoped I wasn't kidding myself as much as my sister thought I was.
I tore out of the gas station parking lot a little too fast, and almost got slammed into the dashboard. Jennifer told me to slow down and that I should really put my seat belt on; she sounded close to hysterics, but I knew she wouldn't force me. She was too afraid I'd be run off the road. I took advantage of it.
We were almost back, and I was feeling pretty confident. See, Jennifer? I thought. I'm responsible enough to do this. I'll be an expert as soon as I get my learner's.
But when that truck went speeding in front of us, it changed everything. We were at the busiest intersection in town, and I should have known better than to go speeding through it like that, even if my light was green.
My sister and I were slammed into a street light pole, and I was on the side that hit it. My face stung and I could barely feel my hand, and I felt the blood running down my face. I heard my Jennifer scream my name, her voice shrill and so loud that it felt like she was right on top of me and the sound of it reverberated through my skull. I was slammed into again, and I could feel the truck twisting around the pole, my legs going along with it. I heard the sound of ripping fabric, and I knew my shirt had been torn badly, but I couldn't open my eyes to look at it.
Then my head was slammed one final, horrible time, and I knew I was dead.
A/N: My second oneshot! I'm proud. I like this one a lot better than my Harry Potter one, even if this one is way shorter. Review and tell me what I need to work on, please. I love you guys. Thanks for reading.