"Her name was Leigh. And like most people do to their siblings, I took her for granted. She was 13 when it happened. She was a pretty girl. She had long, dark brown hair that laid past her shoulders. She had blue eyes. She was tall and thin. I use to give her a hard time about her braces. She was already self-concious about them, but being the older brother that I was, I had to tease her. My teasing had already forced her into getting contacts.

"Anyways, my mom made me take her out that day. It's not that I hated her her or anything. I mean, she was cool to hang out with. It's just that I couldn't pick up any girls when I was with her. They always assumed me and her were together. That day I was on a mission to find girls too. After an hour argument with my mom, I lost and had to take Leigh with me. We had to walk. I always walked. I liked getting exercise anyway I could.

"We left the house. She asked for a piggy-back. I just laughed at her and told her there was no way she getting on my back till I got atleast one girl's phone number. She just rolled her eyes. It was a long walk. We weren't going anywhere in particular. Just walking. After a while she started complaining about her legs hurting her. Once again she asked for a piggy-back. I told her no way. She got mad and so did I. We started fighting. We were yelling at each other and calling each other names. The typical sibling thing.

"We were standing on thie sidewalk at the point at one of those 'never used intersections'. She was yelling about how I cared more about other girls then her and I was calling her a spoiled brat. Then it happened. A car came speeding by and jumped up on the sidewalk. Before I could make out what had happened I saw my sister laying on the sidewalk and the car speeding away. I rushed over to her. She was groaning a bit and saying that her stomach hurt really bad. I told her it was going to be okay and I was going to get some help. She whispered something. What she said, I still don't know. I rushed to the nearest house and told the woman who answered the door what had happened. She called 911 for me and I rushed back to my sister. She was still awake and kept saying how much her stomach hurt and how it hurt her to breathe.

"I sat there with her, waiting for an ambulance. It seemed like hours before they came. In truth, it was only about three minutes. They examined her hurridly and rushed her into the ambulance. They let me come, telling me to call my mom as soon as I got to the hospital. I called my mom as soon as we reached the hospital. They told me they couldn't operate on her unless my mother gave written permission. So they put her in a room she could wait in till my mom got there. I sat beside her, telling her she was going to be okay. Saying that it was going to me alright. She smiled at me and said 'It doesn't hurt anymore'. She grabbed my hand and told me to tell mom that she loved her. I told her she was going to be able to tell her herself. She looked at me and smiled. 'Liar,' she told me. 'I love you, Jon," she said. I told her I loved her back and that I was sorry for not being nice to her that day. She told me she forgave me and said she was sorry as well.

"Then she started crying. They were tears of pain. She squeezed my hand tightly. She was screaming at this point. Screaming! She kept yelling over and over again about how much she hurt. How she hurt all over. I tried to calm her but I knew I couldn't. I tried to get out of her grasp to get her some help but she wouldn't let me go. Nurses and doctors started rushing in from all sides, giving her injections and who knows what else. The whole time she was screaming in agony. She didn't look like my sister anymore. She looked so umfamiliar. She started pleading with the doctors and nurses not to let her die. She kept saying how there was so much she hadn't done yet. How she wanted to go to prom and get married and start a family.

"She was crying now. A horrible cry. Her eyes were begging all of us in the room to help her yet everyone knew that it was hopeless. They all knew she was gone. I tried over and over her to get her to calm. But her shrieks of pain engulfed thhe whole place. She looked wild and pitiful. I looked in her eyes and say all her pain, everything she was going through. Then, silence. It came suddenly. The doctors tried to give her CPR but they knew it was helpless. Some nurse tried to tear me away from my sister. And yelled at her and told her I'd never leave my sister. Ever. She told me it was too late. That my sister was gone. I yelled. There was no way she was gone. No way. She was too young to die. But she had.

"People always say how peaceful someone looks before they die. How it looks like an angel has captured them and flown them to heaven. But its not really like that. My sister suffered till her very last moment. She was in pain the whole time. There was no peaceful ending! She suffered! Suffered! I lost my sister to someone who decided to steal their parents car and go for a joy ride! She didn't do anyhting to deserve it! Nothing! But now she's gone! Gone! I can still hear her final pleas for help and her terrified screams of pain. They haunt me everyday and night. I have to live the rest of my life picturing my sister's final moments! That horrible day. The day my life fell down around me!"

Jon started crying hysterically and screaming. Elaine ran out of his room and into hers. She fell onto her bed, crying at the story. But was it true? She wasn't sure if she'd ever know. She knew Brooke wouldn't have done that. There was no way. Yet she cried for hours that night, not quite sure why. She finally fell asleep to Jon's crying and screaming.