[ WP ] Make me cry .

So, this was a story written for another writing prompt, ca n't figure out how to link it ( I reddit pretty someday ), a car accident from the perspective from the car. 
 
 Abby, first born and full of promise, I tried to bring her home. Tied down in the seat belt meant to keep her safe, she struggled, pulled and jerked. I've failed her, dear and precious Abby. My tires too bare to grip the pavement, my shocks too worn to compensate for the ice on the road. We swerved and missed oncoming traffic, but we lost the road. We went into the river. 
 
 Abby started crying. A mournful, keening sound, it killed my soul to hear it. The flow of the river was so powerful, my tires held nothing, my lights showed nothing. We were blind, helpless. 
 
 My memories blow back to the first day I carried her. I thought that Mom and Dad had bought me just for themselves, and we would go traveling, and sightseeing, and all kinds of glorious adventures. But Mom said We Had To Go, and that was code for going to the hospital and spending a few days there while they got Abigail ready. She was a noisy, smelly, curious thing, but I soon came to see that my purpose was not to take care of Mom and Dad, but to take care of the newest one, Abigail Primrose Jones. We all called her Abby. 
 
 I was caught in the flow of the torrent, I did n't know what to do. Ice chunks and other debris kept hitting us, we began to tumble. There were bright lights and excited shouting, but they seemed so far away, dim, hollow. Abby was screaming, calling out for help, I tried to sound my horn but the water had reached the engine. We were both getting ready to drown. 
 
 Unbidden, I remembered Abby's first day of school. How she twiddled her hair, not sure if she would like being away from home but wanting to meet the other children. Then the soccer practices, birthday parties, holidays and vacations. Mostly happy, always exciting, Abby was always ready to see what was at the end of the road, on the other side of the bridge. And I was more than happy to take her there. 
 
 We both were startled when we suddenly were wedged up against some rocks and stumps. There was a beating against my driver side window, then a crackle and a crash. A rush of frigid water filled me. I felt heavy, and began to sink. Arms reached in to cut Abby's seat belt, then pull her out. Suddenly, I broke free. I had no road beneath my wheels, my engine choked for lack of air. My battery was leaking life into the swirling darkness. 
 
 I could hear her calling out to me, and a rush of voices telling her I was gone. 
 
 Go find yourself another, Abby. My seals are worn, my frame is weak. Find yourself another, more reliable companion. Make new memories, live a full life. 
 
 Drive on.
