I've never told anyone this before, but I think it's time to confess. I can no longer take it, the truth being pent up inside of my soul, eating me inside out. I can no longer stand my conscience telling me to confess. Chanting over and over in my mind like a broken record. I can't take the visions and dreams of that night, replaying in my head for the thousandth time. I can no longer sit silent while the screaming echoes in my ears, as loudly and clearly as when it was first heard. I cannot stand the thought of living forever with myself, knowing what I have done. I will never forget the night I was driving just a little too fast on a dark road, when a small girl stepped into my lane. I'll never forget the look in her eyes and the piercing scream right before the impact. I'll never forget hiding her body and driving off, leaving her lost forever. I'll never forget seeing her picture on the news for months, a lost girl who needed to come home. I can no longer keep this inside because it is eating me alive. So this is my confession.