The front of the car smashed almost entirely in as Angela's flimsy Japanese Hyundai collided into the front of the truck. She ripped through the windshield as if it were made of silk. She fractured her arms, ribs and skull, rolling down the concrete like an angry tumbleweed. Blood ran down her body like lava down a volcano. She was absolutely broken. The truck driver exited his vehicle casually and walked over to her. She looked at him without moving her head and said weakly, "D-did you call 911? I'm really scared. I think I'm dying..." He knelt down and said to her, "Angela...". She was confused, how did he know her name? "It's me, your third grade teacher Mr. AdExhibitJason. You remember when you were sent to the principal's office and you called me a snotface?" Angela's mind raced to remember. She nodded her head even though she had no memory of this. "Well, Angela, this is payback. Time to pay the price, you stuck up bitch!" He pulled out a knife and plunged it into her chest. He slowly pulled out the bloody knife and slided it against his tongue almost sensually, "Now to get back to reading WickedFire.com"