As she sits in the passengers seat of the old and rusty neon, staring out the grimy window at the city that seemed to be closing in on her, she looked back on the last year-and-a-half of her life. She had moved to her own personal heaven, met the man of her dreams, lost her son to her protective father, lost her father and a lot of her fathers family, lost her will to live, and realized the most of the bad things that had happened to her in her 23 years of life were not her fault.
                
                    She thought about how much she really did love her family and her father. They had broken each others hearts and now she knew that she would never have the love of her father again. As she sat there and stared out into space she heard the screaming tires and had just enough time to look up at the semi truck that was about to smash into her side of the car.

                   Time seemed to freeze. It seem like she had all of the time in the world and in the same moment there was no time at all. She knew then that this was it, this was the end. Krysta Adams knew at that moment that she was about to die. She let everything go; her pain, her joy, her hopes, her dreams, her life, everything, she just let it all go. Then she saw her father holding her son and snatched back one thing: her life. The truck hit into the car and she just took the hit and let it flow through her. She felt the glass pierce her skin, the metal wrap around her body. She felt her bones break and her muscles tear. The last thing she felt was something hit her head and she fell down into a deep darkness.

                    She woke to find herself lying in a hospital bed. She could see her step mother, Nancy Adams, the woman who had been her mommy since Krysta was 14 years old, standing next to her bed talking to the doctor.
                   “We have done everything that we can but I’m afraid that its not enough, she will be lucky to make it through the night. She is lucky to be here now.” The doctor told her in a voice that clearly said “I’m getting paid either way so I really don’t care.”
               
                   Nancy just nodded. The doctor turned on his heel and left the room without another word. Nancy looked down at her and their eyes met, she didn’t look at all like herself; her hair was messed up and she wasn’t wearing any make-up but that wasn’t the thing that struck the girl as most frightening, no, it was how red and tear streaked it was.
                
                    Nancy’s phone began to ring. It was Krysta’s father, Dennis. She tried to tell her mother that she wanted him there right now, that she needed him there right now. She tried to tell her that she needed him to know that she loved him and always would. But the tube Running down her throat stopped her.
               
                    Nancy simply said “Ok.” then hung up the phone.
  
                   “Your dad is on is way, sweetheart. He will be here with Andrew in a little bit. He is still about an hour away. Hang on Krysta, he will be here as soon as he can.” Nancy said.
  
                    Krysta could only blink up at her mommy. She could feel herself slipping away. Nancy took her hand. She could feel the ashes of her deceased biological mother in her mommy’s hand. she knew then that her mommys both loved her. Then the darkness stole her away again.