Last Time:
I moved closer to the window and jumped back in surprise, gasping when I saw someone looking back at me.
When I moved back towards the window, I saw the other person do the same.
Getting even closer to the window, I finally realized that it was my reflection.
Looking past my reflection, I saw myself again.
I was that little girl.
But, why am I here if I'm there?
Suddenly, I watch as the car starts moving.
Slowly, at first. Then it started moving at a faster speed.
I watched in horror as the car kept going and turned the corner at the same time a semi-truck went straight past the stop sign it was supposed to stop at.
In slow motion, the semi barreled straight on and crashed into he driver's side of the car.
The car was tossed aside and the semi kept going on.
I felt numb as the scene sped back up and what was supposed to be minutes turned into seconds.
I watched as the ambulance appeared and pull ed up to the wreckage.
I stared as they pulled a small body from the passenger seat.
My body.
I felt my heart drop when they tried to pull the other person out. Her body was stuck. They used a crowbar to push apart the steering wheel and door to make more room for her body to be lifted out.
The door was caved in, the glass had shattered, and the car was lying in a heap.
I continued to watch as they pulled her out and placed her on a stretcher.
Walking closer, I could hear them talking. The police officer in black and a man dressed in light blue uniform talked to each other.
"Brooke Stewart, 43, time of death, 7:09 p.m.", the man in blue shook his head, solemnly.
"What about the little girl?", the police officer inquired.
"Miley Stewart, 11, no broken bones, but serious head injury. Both were wearing seatbelts."
"Any relatives?"
"Robby Ray Stewart has been notified." The man said.
Nodding, the police officer turned and walked back to his patrol car.
I watched as the men closed the doors to the ambulance.
I watched them pull away.
I watched them take her away.
Take away someone who I don't recall meeting.
Someone who I should have known.
Someone I might never remember.
My mom.