That was the night my mom died. I killed her, I forced her to take me, and she died because of it.

The next day I woke up in the hospital, with my dad in the room crying. I asked him what was wrong. He told me that mom was killed. That the man who saved me, was very sorry for our loss, and that he had a daughter in the car with him who died in surgery. I killed her too, well he didn't say that I knew that. I stopped talking.

" I'm sorry," I whispered to my dad and then didn't speak anymore. I didn't talk for the rest of the week. My dad took me to the doctor because he was worried. The doctor said it was probably shock because there was nothing wrong with my vocal cords. He said it would wear off eventually. He was wrong. I haven't talked in 11 years.