Tori Cochran, Reporter

6:15 a.m.

rushing out the door

Starting the car

Hopefully, I’m not late

Of course, there’s traffic

I need coffee

6:30 a.m.

I’m making good time

I’ll be at school soon

I have a student to tutor

She’s meeting in my room at 7 a.m.

then I have some tests to grade

6:41 a.m.

I’m almost at the turn

Why is that person –

6:42 a.m.

what just happened

I’ve been hit

My seatbelt is the only thing holding me up

I can’t feel my legs

My body’s going numb

I feel the blood falling down my face

Where is it coming from

I’m trying to hold on

I don’t like this feeling

6:45 a.m.

I can hear people on the phone

The cops will be here any minute

I need to hold on

I can’t leave now

I’m too young

I’m 38 years old

I have two kids

I have a wife

I can’t die now

6:52 a.m.

it’s too hard

I feel tired

I hear sirens

I see the blue and red light

It’s time

I feel my eyes closing

I’m completely numb

I tried to hold on

I don’t even remember telling my wife I loved her

Or kissing her goodbye

Or telling my kids goodbye

I hope she knows

I wish she was here

I wish I said goodbye

Just one