a/n: i'm sorry

I LEFT THE PARTY WITH LUCIA AND HER FRIENDS. Although I had a fun night and met a cute boy that seemed to be interested in me, I still had a weird pit in my stomach. I laughed along with Lucía and her friends as we were making our way back home, listening to their recollections of the night.

    I felt bad for leaving without letting my friends know, so I texted Gwen to let her know I left with Lucía.

    "So, Emmie, who was that cute boy you were talking to before you left?" One of the girls asked from the passenger seat.

    "Yeah, what was that about??" Lucía asked giddily, wiggling her eyebrows at me through the rearview mirror. She was driving and I was sitting in the seat opposite from her in the back.

    "Oh, Zach?" I looked down at my lap. "Um, I don't really know..."

    "He was so into you, dude." One of the girls encouraged me. I looked out the window, shyly, remembering our interaction tonight.

    "Did you get his number??"

    "Oh-" The realization hit me that I'd been having so much fun with him, that asking for his contact information totally slipped my mind. "Shoot, no. I completely forgot."

    "Oh that's okay!" The girl in the front seat pulled out her phone before handing it to me. "I have him on Snapchat, you should add him."

    "Thanks." I smiled, taking her phone. I looked at Zach's profile before finding it on my own phone.

    "See, Emmie. What did I tell you." Lucía smiled over her shoulder at me, taking her eyes off the road. "When you get out and live a little fun things happen to you."

    Suddenly, the pit in my stomach came back. I quickly looked up from my phone to see that while Lucía turned around to look at me, she completely passed through a stop sign. Traffic wasn't bad at night, but unluckily for us, a car was speeding towards us from our left.

    "LUCIA!!!" I screamed at her. She turned back to look at the road, but it was too late. The car had already collided with ours.

    A string of curse words filled the car as we began rolling. I tried to brace myself through coming in and out of consciousness. The impact of the hit made my ears ring to where I couldn't hear anything. The feeling was familiar, and I felt like I was right back where I was two years ago with my dad.

Except this was different.

I couldn't move my neck to see if everyone else was alright. The car was tipped on it's left side and luckily my seat belt held me in place. Running off of pure adrenaline I frantically felt around to find my phone. When I finally found it, I dialed 3 letters that have been ingrained in my brain since I could talk.

"911, what's your emergency?" I heard through my distorted phone speaker.

"Hello!!" I screeched, my voice starting to sound hoarse. "My name is Emilia Candela. There has been a car accident!"

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    AS I WAITED FOR THE DISPATCH TO ARRIVE, I yelled into the dark for the other girls. I heard one response from in front of me.

    "Are you okay?" She croaked out. It felt as though time had stopped and I finally had a chance to breathe. My chest felt heavy and hollow at the same time and god, my neck hurt.

    "I think." I pinched my eyes shut for a split second. "Oh god. Lucía- Is she okay?!" We both craned our necks to get a better look at her. Lucía was laying unconsciously on the steering wheel, shattered glass laying on and around her.

    "Oh my god.."

    I choked out a sob. My head was pounding from sitting almost upside down. The girl next to me was also unconscious. But the thing was, I couldn't tell if she just passed out or if she was dead. My skin crawled on my body and I was antsy to find a way out of the vehicle.

    "Are you guys okay in there!?" A familiar voice rang out from somewhere outside the car. I looked towards my window to see Peter Parker, Spider-Man, peering into the car.

    "Uh, I'm okay, so is she. But the other two are unconscious." I shouted back at him, thanking my lucky stars that someone was here to help.

    "Okay, here's what I'm gonna do." Peter instructed us. "I'm gonna open your doors up and help both of you out. Then I'm gonna get the other two, okay?"

    I nodded to myself as I watched Peter help pull the girl in front of me out of the vehicle. She had a tear stricken face and bruises and cuts already forming on her arms and face. I urged them to hurry up silently. All I could think about was Lucía. She was still lying unconsciously in front of me.

    When Peter opened my door to help me, I did my best to quickly maneuver my way out of the car. I grabbed onto his strong arm as he helped to pull me out. I thanked him before he climbed back into the vehicle to retrieve Lucía.

    After what felt like forever, he emerged with Lucía in his arms. He gently laid her down on the sidewalk and I could see her blood on the gloves of his suit. My eyes widened and my stomach dropped as I rushed over to her, practically pushing Peter out of the way.

    "Lucía!" I started crying again. I frantically reached for her wrist to feel her pulse. I waited and waited but I felt none.

    "Lucía, please!" I begged, shaking my head furiously. I cupped her pale face in my hands, feeling blood soaking into them from the side of her head. Staring down at Lucia's unconscious body, I felt the tears rushing out of my eyes. My face was hot and I felt like I couldn't breathe. She can't be dead, she can't!

"No!" Sobs wracked through my body as I tried to remember CPR from health class two years ago. I placed my hands on her chest and began to start chest compressions. 1, 2, 3..

By now, Peter had gotten everyone else out of the car and his attention was back on me. I felt him come up from behind me, but I continued looking at Lucía. My arms began to hurt but I kept going, running off of hope and adrenaline. Except, this wasn't looking hopeful. Lucía began to look more and more lifeless, and I had a hard time seeing through the tears clouding my vision.

"Here, let me help." Peter offered and kneeled down beside me. I let him take over, but I did not move from Lucía's side.

I felt my body cave in on itself. I watched Peter try and try to no avail. I even took over, hoping that would make a difference. But it wasn't working.  If the world hadn't ended when my father passed, it definitely was ending now.

"Emmie.." Peter's voice was laced with sadness and exhaustion.

An unhuman-like sound escaped my mouth, I refused to believe I lost her. Even pale and lifeless, she looked beautiful. My sweet sister, as quickly as her life began, it was over. And it was my fault.

I curled my knees into my chest when I realized I could have saved her. If I wasn't so selfish and didn't leave my sling ring at home, I could've saved her. I could've made a forcefield or something and this whole situation could have never happened. This is all my fault.

"I'm so sorry!" I choked out as I sobbed over Lucía's body. Her blood began to stain my clothes, but I didn't care. I couldn't stop the streams of tears running down my face or the twisting feeling in my stomach. My sister's blood was all over me and the sidewalk, and that alone made me want to pass out. "I'm sorry, Lucía."

    Red and blue lights and sirens filled the darkness, but I didn't look away from my sister. The officers rushed over to us, and Peter dragged me away from Lucía as I watched them put her on a stretcher. I wanted to scream but no sound was coming out of my mouth when I tried.

I looked around at the chaos all around me and suddenly I felt very light headed. I started to fall but Peter caught me.

    "Emilia, are you okay?" I could register his voice over the sound of my ears ringing. His mask was coming in and out of focus. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

    I shook my head.

    "Are you hurt?" I could hear the concern in his voice through his mask.

    "I don't think so." I responded quietly.

    He helped me over to a nice officer who escorted me to the police station. She told me everything is going to be alright. But nothing was going to be alright. I just watched my older sister, my role model, my best friend die right in front of me!

Nothing was going to be fucking alright.

I sat in the waiting room of the cold Police station for what felt like forever. I had a splitting headache, my throat hurt, and I could still see the stain of Lucia's blood on my clothes. My Mom rushed into the waiting room visibly upset, but when she saw me I could tell the light inside her eyes went out.

We clinged onto each other and sobs filled the annoyingly bright waiting room. The rest of the night was all a blur of being questioned, lots of questions. I don't remember a lot, but I know that part of me died with Lucia.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

guys i'm sorry

this was such a heavy chapter to write, it took me a few days to finish

this is not going to be a good time for emmie and idk why i keep putting her through the most traumatic events possible

ig that brings character development

CJ