The glass shattered before Elena even realized the car had spun off the road.
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One second she was laughing at something Sophia had said, her sister's hands drumming along to the beat of the music humming low from the speakers. The next tires screeched against wet asphalt and the world tilted sideways.
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"Elena—!"
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Her sister's voice cut through everything. Sophia's arm shot out across Elena's chest, protectively like a seatbelt as if her own seatbelt wasn't already enough. The jolt came an instant later; metal crunching, the deafening roar of impact, her body thrown forward then yanked back.
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It all happened too fast to breathe. Too fast to think.
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For a moment Elena thought it was over. Then she smelled it — gasoline. The sent was pungent, smoke curled up in front of her eyes, Her ears rang with an endless high-pitched whine. She turned her head, searching.
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"Sophia?"
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Her sister wasn't answering.
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The headlights of another car glared through the windshield fractured by spiderweb cracks in the glass. Rain poured in silver sheets outside tapping against the roof like impatient fingers. Elena reached out, shaking, her hands brushing against Sophia's shoulder.
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"Hey... hey, Soph? Come on, wake up."
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Her voice broke into pieces, every word brittle. Sophia's head lolled, blood glistening at her temple. The hand that had shielded Elena still rested across her chest, as if refusing to let go even now.
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"No. No, no, no, please—"
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Elena's tears blurred the wreckage. The world narrowed to the silence between her words, silence so heavy it felt like it was pressing against her chest.
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Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance, growing louder. Red and blue light smeared across the rain-streaked glass. Stranger's voices shouted sounding muffled and far away. Doors slammed with Feet pounding against the asphalt.
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But none of it reached her.
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The last thing Elena heard before darkness swallowed her was the ghost of her sister's voice — soft, certain, still protecting her even in her hazy memory:
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"It's okay. I've got you."
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Then came silence.
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The Hospital
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Elena woke to a light that stabbed behind her eyes.
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The world was too white—sheets, ceiling, curtains. Even the beeping felt white somehow a clean, clinical rhythm that didn't belong in her body. When she tried to move plastic tugged at her arm. Her mouth was dry, her tongue thick. The smell of antiseptic sat heavy in the air.
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She swallowed. "Sophia."
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Her voice came out broken, a scratch on sandpaper.
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"Elena?" Her dad's voice was close. "Hey. Hey, sweetheart."
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He leaned into her vision: the familiar square jaw, the days-old stubble he never let linger, the eyes that looked... wrong. Puffy, red-rimmed. He reached for her hand, and she watched his fingers—big, careful—wrap around hers like he was afraid she might fall through the bed.
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She pulled in a breath that hurt. "Where is she?"
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Her dad's mouth tightened, a small spasm in his cheek. For a second he looked away, the way people look away from something they can't face head-on. The steady beep next to her kept time with the way her heart climbed toward panic.
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"Dad." The word scraped her throat. "Where is she?"
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He looked back, and the answer was already in his tear brimmed eyes. Something in him had folded. He seemed both older and smaller, as if the hospital air had pressed the years down on him all at once.
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"She..." He swallowed. "Sophia didn't make it, baby."
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The words landed, and everything inside Elena tipped. The ceiling swam. For a moment she could swear the car was spinning again, glass raining, rain hissing. She shook her head because that was all she could do. A slow, stubborn no.
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"No." The machine protested with a faster beep. "No, she—she talked. I heard her. She said she had me.... She" Words tangled and choked. "She put her arm—she—"
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"Elena." Her dad's voice cracked on her name. "I'm so sorry."
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Something tore loose. She dragged her hand out of his and clawed at the sheets, the IV tape, anything, as if there were a seam somewhere that would undo this if she could just find it. Pain flared up her arm when the line tugged, bright enough to cut through the fog.
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"I should've been the one to die" The confession ripped out of her, each syllable a jagged edge. "It should've been me."
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Her dad stood, then sat on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do with his hands, the way you become clumsy in your own skin around grief. He chose the simplest thing. He gathered her to him the way he had when she was eight and night terrors sent her stumbling down the hall. He held her like the floor could give way.
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"It wasn't your fault," he said, over and over. "It wasn't your fault."
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She sobbed against his shirt, the fabric dampening, tasting salt and hospital cotton. The beeping smoothed back out. The bright white light hummed. None of it mattered. There was a hole in the world where her sister had been, and it was swallowing sound.
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A nurse came in quietly and checked the monitor, her movements soft. She didn't ask questions. She didn't say she understood. She adjusted the drip, tucked the blanket over Elena's knees, and squeezed her dad's shoulder on the way out. The door clicked shut slowly behind her.
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Time stretched strange in the hospital. It came in pieces: the prickle of antiseptic wipes on her skin; a doctor's measured words about "minor contusions" and "whiplash" and "miracle"; the sight of her dad signing papers with a hand that shook; a volunteer leaving a Styrofoam cup of tea neither of them touched. Between those pieces, there was a lot of nothing. A lot of staring at the ceiling and feeling the long echo of those four words banging around inside her: Sophia didn't make it.
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When they finally discharged her, the hallway seemed too long. Her dad walked beside the wheelchair, one hand on the back, the other hovering like he wanted to catch her if she tipped. The elevator doors slid closed on the antiseptic world and opened on a lobby full of people living other lives. A boy in a superhero gown tugged his mom toward a vending machine. An old man argued about a bill. Voices overlapped, fed by a hundred separate streams, and none of them touched her.
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Outside, the sky was a quiet gray, neither storm nor sun. Rain had washed the streets clean. Her dad helped her into the passenger seat of a car that wasn't theirs—a rental, and buckled her in fingers careful, motions automatic. When he got into the driver's seat, he just sat there for a moment with both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead. His jaw worked once, twice, Then he started the engine, and they drove home without neither of them saying so much as a word.
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She watched the passing city through the window...the wet sidewalks, the bowed heads, the smear of brake lights and tried to find the place in her where the sound had lived. All she found was a ringing.
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At a red light, her dad said, "We'll... we'll take it one day at a time." He cleared his throat. "Your aunt Carol is handling calls for the funeral. I can handle the arrangements."
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Arrangements. The word felt obscene.
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Elena nodded because nodding required less energy than speaking. She pressed her fingertips to the spot near her collarbone where Sophia's arm had held her down and felt the tender bruise there.
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when they reached home It met them with a thud of quiet so complete it made her eyes water. The air smelled like stale coffee and the lemon cleaner her dad used to sanitize surfaces when he had a hard time sleeping.
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Her dad helped her to the couch, but she stood again restless, and went down the hall on her own, one hand skimming the wall. She stopped at the closed door that still had a strip of washi tape across the top from when Sophia had labeled it "HURRICANE ZONE" as a joke. The tape had started to peel at one corner. Elena could see the white curl of it, a tiny tongue.
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She reached for the knob and stopped. Her hand hovered there barely touching, and she knew if she turned it the smell of Sophia's shea-butter lotion would rush out, and the sweater she loved would be draped over the same chair as always and the playlist would still be in the little stereo by the window. All those details that made a person; proof that a life had been in motion and then a second later wasn't.
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Her dad's shadow filled the hall behind her. "We don't have to-" He didn't finish. They both stood there hands at their sides like the door was a cliff and opening it would be stepping off.
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They didn't open it. Not that day.
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They ate nothing, Or maybe they ate toast. Elena couldn't remember. What she remembered was crawling into her bed while it was still afternoon and pulling the blanket over her head and listening for Sophia's laugh in the place where silence screamed.
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She didn't hear it, She fell asleep with tears drying tight on her cheeks, wrapped in silence that felt endless.
and then Add to home screen.