Please Buckle Up

just driving along singing with friends " i wanna be a rock star" then slam and the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass your body lifting off you seat thank goodness you decided to wear your seat belt. the screaming was the worst hearing that its something no amount of therapy or pills will ever get rid of. i remember the feeling of something hot on my face touched it and red. red . red. everyone is in a panic. i try and undo my seatbelt and thats when it hits me the pain. its excruciating. i think what i remember visually was the flames. just the sight of them had me go cold. looking around the car the question repeatly asked is everyone okay is everyone okay. no. were not ok. but scott especially not okay. scott isnt breathing and he never will again. r.i.p scott <3