The school day was finally over, and Skylar did not talk at all that day. She pulled into her driveway, entering the quiet, empty house, since both of her parents worked. She went upstairs wanting to cry, but she managed to hold it in, until she got a phone call.
She picked up the phone, only to recongize the voice of her track coach. "Sky, I know how much you love track, but I'm going to have to take you off the team," he said. "What? Why?" "I can't have irresponsible people on my team...I've seen the video of you completely drunk at some party, and you can't be on the team if you aren't mature enough." At this point, Sky was choking on her own tears. "O-ok. I understand. Bye." Sky hung up, and started to sob.
They day quickly passed by and Skylar was still in her room. She just wanted her problems to go away. Maybe she could drink them away. She waited until everyone was sleeping in the house, so she could sneak downstairs and find any alcohol that could "wash away her problems".
She drank, and she became drunk again. She felt the same way she did at the party, but 'sadder'. She came up with another crazy idea, "What if I could drive my problems away?"
She drove down the road, and it was pouring outside. She couldn't see anything, and everything around her started to double. All of a sudden, she sees a flash of light, and then darkness.
Skylar had ended up in a hospital with many injuries. She wouldn't be able to walk again, as a result from the car crash. Her mother was waiting by her side, worrying about her daughter and shaming herself for not being a 'good parent'. "I'm sorry this happened to your daughter, but she made a choice, and she has to face the consequences." said the doctor.