Mia (later that day)
I sat in the passenger seat of Nate's car. Since it was just him and I today, he had brought his car. He usually drives his dad's SUV when we go out as a group, but his car is a beauty. He drives a really pretty black cherry Challenger. I am in love with his car, and he takes pride in taking care of it.
But- even sitting in that car did not take away my nerves. We were parked outside Sandra's home. The same hone I came yelling at her when mom's tenth year of death anniversary came by. I feel so ashamed of myself right now. I was so rude to her. I cried as I yelled profanities, telling her how it wasn't fair that she was allowed to live while my mom died in that wreck.
How I still cried when having nightmares, waking up in a sweat as my dreams played a repeat of tha
