It was going to be a normal day. It was dark, it was cold. I was driving. I saw breaklights. I slowed down and drove by. I saw a body. I pulled into a random driveway. This kid came running towards me. I knew him. We ran together to a random house. The lights went on. A man stepped out. We screamed for the phone and 911. I got my flashlight out of my car. I flagged down another few cars. A man stepped out. He crouched near the fragile body of a kid. It was dark. I gave him my flashlight. He turned it on and now we could see. Blood was pooled on the gravel. For a few moments I couldn't think. I stood over them and watched the life slip out of this kid. His forehead was torn, he was unconcious. He was hit by a pick-up truck. But it wasn't the driver's fault. The kid was rollerblading in the dark, without a helmet on. More and more people came. A lady next door brought towels and a jacket. It was very cold. I was still standing over them. His pulse was very low. We begged this man not to move him. Someone else screamed "Don't move him!" But he said he had to, or else he would suffocate from his own blood. The random man reached into this kid's pocket and pulled out a wallet. When he read the name, my heart stopped. I knew who this kid was. They called his mother, but she never showed up. I know because I stayed there the whole time. The police showed up and said we needed to stay for questioning. Then we heard the sirens. A couple ambulances came and parked in front of us. All these flashing lights. I was scared. I wanted to help but I didn't know how. It was really weird that my mom ran out of the house today to make sure I had my flashlight. Like she knew something was going to happen. I'm still shaking.
I watched as they lifted his body onto the stretcher. And then lifted him into the ambulance. They said he wouldn't make it to the hospital, so they had to do what they could right then. In the cold. I was still standing over the pool of blood. Everyone was walking around. Everything was in slow motion. The driver sat in the car. The random lady went to work. A cop came over to question me, and I told him what I saw. The fact is, this all happened right in front of me. And no one else really stopped. No one really saw what happened. Only what happened afterwards. I felt sick. I still do. I saw them take out a black bag. I saw them pumping life back into him. Then they left. After more questioning I went home. I cried all the way home. I ran inside. The truth is, I still don't know if he made it. I hope so. My dad says he'd be surprised. I didn't want to stay home, but at 6:30 you really don't have many choices of where to go. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. Both my parents left for work already. I just needed to get this out. In bad situations, there is always the question of "what if?"
What if I had left early, and it was me? I feel really really awful. I have to go to school. I am only going to 5th hour to take my test. But I don't know if I'll be able to concentrate.
I don't know. This is too much.

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