Chapter 5

"You ask this now after I've already passed this part? I really did not want to talk about that in detail; even now that memory is too painful. I guess if I must, since it is part of what made me change, I will share. On May 6, 1984 my twin Lee and I were sitting in the back of our parents' car driving along the Warren Street bypass. I was seated on the driver's side of the car and Lee on the passenger's side.

The only thing I don't remember is which of my parents was driving. As we were passing the Rt .183 entrance and exit ramp a driver came onto the bypass at extremely high speed. I don't know if it was because he was drunk or if he in fact didn't see us but there was a loud screech of tires, then the sound of crunching twisting and screeching metal. Glass shattered, exploding all around me and my family as our car came to a sudden stop, looking over I saw my twin. I didn't realize he had already died, tears were in my eyes and fear in my heart.

Having witnessed the accident, another driver stopped. Their daughter jumped out of the car, forgetting all the danger and rushed to the side of our car. That girl was Hope, the same girl who so recently just moved to our school. She filled in these details later as I had already started with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome, going into shock. You see Hope helped me, and my parents out of the car, then she helped the drunk out of his ... while we were sitting at the side of the road as she was going back for my twin, whom she had seen was cut in half by shrapnel caused by the accident, the cars went up in flame.