“Thank you. I’d call you when we’re good to go. See you later Sarah” and with that he left the room.
Sarah turned to face the doctor “Is it true? Am I a murderer now too? Did I kill a person? Was she the other lady in the car? Just who am I?” she could feel her heart racing now as beads of sweat started forming on her head and her headache came in full force. Her parents immediately came and wrapped their arms around her
“Of course you are not a murderer. It was an accident, and you weren’t even the one driving. It’s not your fault” the doctor spoke calmly, walking close to her bed
“But you all heard what that boy just said, I killed his sister” she winced at the pain that tugged at her heart at the thought of being a murderer
“Shhhhhh. It was a mistake. You are not a murderer sweetheart, it was a mistake.” Her father whispered and she hoped it was true because she couldn’t imagine herself being a murderer joining the list of things not going right in her life. She felt the tears running down her face as her parents cuddled her and whispered to her that she wasn’t a murderer..