Blood was slowly slipping along the side of her face to splatter upon the page. She must have struck her head during the accident. Her curls were dangling like a curtain around her face. The air was thick with smoke, and she felt it burning her lungs with each inhale. She was coughing violently as she tried to look around her, at the front seats where her parents were. Or had been. The windshield was gone, the door windows smashed and cracked. Her mother was gone and so was her father.