This has to be the worst ending to a weekend I've ever had. Rachel got in a car wreck last night... she went out alone and decided to go up Pump Station. Well, she was coming down and they just re-gravelled a sharp curve; the stones threw her and she rolled the Blazer, taking out about four trees in the process.

She told me online and I thought she was kidding. Then I called her and she was schizing out and crying and I lost it after I got off the phone. I called Mom in my room and told her and just broke down crying. The car is completely totalled. She wrapped the front end around a tree and ripped a huge tree right out of the fucking ground. It made me realize how much I value her. If something more serious had happened... I don't know what I would have done.

If she'd gone over the other side of the road, she would have dropped off a 50 foot incline and landed in a dry riverbed. No one even heard it because she was out in the middle of nowhere. If she'd gone down that embankment or if she's been knocked unconscious, no one would have known. No one would have found her until much later.

She's officially decided no more driving until she gets her permit. She's only a week away from getting it but... damn. Dad even admitted to driving alone before he had his permit but he said this put everything he did in a new light. He and Mom were so worried about Rachel last night and so was I. My parents are wonderful though... they let me stay home with Rachel today, to keep her company and just talk to her and keep her calm and everything. *sigh*

I was so scared...

I'm out for now. I'll probably be going home soon.

Random song quote: "Hey you! Look at me: I'm on the radio!"

~Shadowmaster~