[ WP ] Write about a young teenager who thinks that they are invincible , who gets into a fatal accident .

Shit. 
 
 How the hell am I going to explain this to dad? I was n't even supposed to take his car. He's gon na bust my ass for this one for sure. And mom wanted my home by 11. She's gon na be pissed. 
 
 I definitely should n't have taken that corner so fast. I should have known the street was slick from the rain. But now here I am, wrapped around a tree. My door is jammed shut. Fuck. 
 
 I feel a nervous sweat dripping down my forehead. I raise an arm to wipe my brow. Nothing happens. My arm wo n't move. Must be caught by the seatbelt. Good thing I was wearing it or I might be done for. 
 
 The sweat trickles down past my mouth and I'm met with a familiar metallic taste. But sweat tastes salty, not metallic. That's not right. 
 
 I shiver as I finally get my arm free. When did it get so cold? I wipe my head and see my hand painted a dark red. Oh god. 
 
 I'm fine. 
 
 It does n't actually hurt and bleeding from the head is always exaggerated anyways. Hopefully it leaves a cool scar. I'd at least like something to show off for this. 
 
 I see another car pull over. The driver gets out of her car and runs towards me. I see her gasp and fumble for her phone. I tell her I'm alright but she does n't seem to hear me as she dials 911. She looks terrified. Am I ok? 
 
 I think so. I feel fine. Right? 
 
 The girl gets off the phone and hurries over to me. She reaches through the shattered window. She cut her arm on a shard of glass, but ignores the pain. I wince as she presses her arm on my forehead. 
 
 `` I'm Sarah. What's your name?'' She says, forcing a smile. 
 
 `` George,'' I respond. `` Really, I'm fine.'' 
 
 I say I'm fine, but at this point I'm mostly just tired. 
 
 `` George, I need you to stay with me,'' she says worriedly. `` Help is on the way.'' 
 
 `` I'm fine,'' I tell her again. This time I'm not sure if I'm trying to convince her or myself. 
 
 My eyes start to droop. It really is late. It's after midnight now. I guess I'll rest my eyes while I wait for help. 
 
 Shit. That's right. I was supposed to be home over an hour ago. Mom's gon na be pissed.
