He didn't look at me, and didn't say anything. I noticed that the car had four passengers; it might have been a mother and father, and two daughters, both very close to my age. The eldest was on her cell phone.
"at the intersection of State Street and Main. There were three cars involved," she breathed gently.
"Are you guys alright?" came a voice from the other side of the car. A man was jogging toward us from the direction of the compact car, apparently shaken, but unharmed. I couldn't reply. I couldn't talk. I wasn't fine, and all I could think was that I wanted to be home, without blood on my forehead or hands, without having done this. The family in the SUV was probably headed home when I hit them. They were going to have a nice night until I came along, not paying attention, having fun, chasing my rebellion. But at least they were...
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