Gone.

Gone forever.

Thats what they said.

But she wasn't gone.

She was laying on the bed right in front of me.

In a minute she would open her eyes and tell them that they were wrong.

She had to.

If she didn't it would be my fault.

My fault that see was gone.

My fault that she was driving along that road at midnight.

My fault for letting my friend drive drunk.

My fault that she was gone.

Gone.

Friends don't let friends drive drunk.

Gone.

Gone forever.

I knew it.

That crumpled heap on the road.

The remnants of the car.

The car that had held my sister.

Before I sent her the message.

The one that she tried to answer.

The one that caused this.

So it was my fault.

My fault that she was gone.

Gone.

Don't text and drive.