Explain.

Maybe it wasn't me... Maybe it was something I said... Maybe it was me? I don't know, you should tell me the truth. Maybe it wasn't me? I'm so confused, should I start from the top? Okay, I will. 

I was walking home from school with my best friend, Sarah. She's amazing, Sarah is. She's got dark blonde hair and a wicked sense of humour. She's always making me crack up. I love her to bits. 
Anyway, me and her were in our school uniform, walking home. She looks amazing in her school uniform. She's amazingly skinny and pulls of anything she's dressed in. That day I was in school trousers and had my blazer hung over my shoulder, Sarah had a skirt on and had kept her blazer on. 
We were walking down the high street; cars on the right of us. We were laughing, I can't remember what about though... It's all a bit hazy. So, we were laughing and suddenly she said to me,

"Emma, what do you think I would look like if I was skinnier?"
"Um... Sarah, are you being serious?"
"Well, yeah." She sighed. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's because you're tiny. Tiny, skinny, little thing. You're small and so tiny and mini and beautiful and I - I'm jealous of you."

"Emma, are you kidding me?" She stopped. "Look at me!" She pulled at her top. "I'm fat and ugly and gross and no one will ever like me. Look at me. Not as your friend, as a girl I'm so gross. No boy will ever love me! Ever!" 
"No." I said softly, this wasn't the first outbreak she'd had. "No Sarah, you're beautiful. And any boy that doesn't like you is missing out on a lot." 
"Do you honestly think so?" She asked me.

"Yeah... Yeah, I do." I said quietly. She smiled at me, only a little smile though. 
Sarah turned around and kept walking, she walked into the middle of a small side road. She called my name and I ran to catch her up. 

 

I heard the car breaking before I saw it. I heard the impact. I heard all of the silence around us. Then my head hit the floor and I blacked out. 

 

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"EMMA!" Sarah called, running forwards. "Emma!"

The driver of the car stepped out. He took one look at the girl and jumped back into his car. She was as good as dead, there was nothing he could do. He reversed and spun his car round. 

Sarah dropped to her knees next to Emma; she gripped her hand. "Emma!" She wept. "Emma listen to me! Emma!"

Sarah was pulled away from Emma's body. Blood matted her hair and covered her clothes. Sarah wept, she had her best friend's blood on her hands. She was scarred for life. 

 

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Was it my fault? Was it something I said? Was that the reason I died? What happened? Someone explain... I'm so confused.