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This morning dad and I got into the car and the driver went off as usual to drop me off at school before driving my dad to work. Dad and I were talking in the backseat about the usual bullshit, he didn't bring his newspaper to take his attention away from me. There was also the usual hiatus and silence between us. Dad suddenly swore loudly and we heard a crash just a few metres infront of us. He saw the entire thing happen. I moved to look pass the drivers head and saw that all the vehicles had stopped and that a car and stopped right in the middle of the road. Initially i thought that 2 cars collide and that it was a minor accident. I focused and found a man with a white helmet standing up from behind the grey car. He ran towards the front where the bike had fallen. Several drivers infront came out to watch and the people in the car did too. Apparently they came out of the turn and didn't notice the bike. So dad and I concluded that it was their fault. We saw the man with the helmet bend down and we thought he was trying to pick his bike up. The cars started to move on and so did our driver. Passing, we saw the the biker bending over to his friend who was lying down on the road breathing heavily with people making phone calls.

I couldn't help but feel pity/down and wondered what it would be like to be semi responsible for the injury/death of a friend.