Everything was wrong that day. 

Her alarm was not functioning, her favourite jeans still not dry from yesterday's wash and she was late for class. Hurriedly, she splashed water on her face, threw on whatever clothes she could find, grab her car keys and sped off to her car. 

Insert key, turn on ignition, shift gear to 'Drive' and step on gas. Hard. 

That was what she did before the crash. 

Oh yes, that crash.

The one where two cars from opposite directions collided.

Banged. Flipped. Skidded. Thrown out. Splattered.

She - late for class. 

Them - driving back from a friend's wedding.

She - alone.

Them - father, mother, son.

She - suffered a broken ribcage.

Them - heaved their last breath two hours later.

Everything was wrong that day.

-T.M.-