The driver had taken two candyflips earlier that day (acid and molly tabs) at the show. After the show, we went to an after party at someone’s house. Driver may have drank, I don’t know. But by the time I had to go, it was much after three in the morning…he wasn’t high anymore, just tired from being so high. We left, and he was swerving all over the place. My anxiety with cars has always been pretty bad, so my voice got caught in my throat and I couldn’t tell him to pull over. I closed my eyes on the highway after valley west on the way to my house. Suddenly, the car swerves hard to the right, and is flipping over and over down this hill, and I’m gripping the armrest, bracing my hands against the seat, closing my eyes tightly… then it stopped, on its side. It hit a tree, and I opened my eyes, and unbuckled my seat belt. I couldn’t breathe, the fumes from the airbags were clogging my airway, and I checked if he could get out of his seat. I couldn’t figure out how to get out, and I started screaming. He was able to open the door, which was above our heads. He climbed out, then me. His phone stayed in his pocket, so I had him give it to me. I called 911, then my mom, then had him call his parents. He kept apologizing, and I would have these extreme sudden turns of emotion, between hysterics and unnerving calmness. We were surrounded by thorns, and the hill was steep; we couldn’t get up the hill. We had to wait for the cops, ambulance, paramedics, and my stepdad to get there, and they had to lower a rope down so we could climb up…that’s basically it.