By my third day in the hospital, I realized Owen didn’t visit. I couldn’t understand（21）______ my best friend wouldn’t come to see me. Struggling against the pain, I called his house. His Mom（22）______, and when I asked for Owen, she got quiet. “He’s not here right now,” she said. I thought it was（23）______ that she didn’t tell me where he was or offer to have him call me. But I was so weak, I just let it（24）______.I fount out later that Owen’s mom telephoned my parents right（25）______we rang off. My phone call really made her anxious, and she insisted they talked to me. Later that night, my mom （26）______ . Did I remember drinking? Did I remember being in a car? I had no idea what she was talking about, so she finally told me the news: I’d hit a tree. Owen, in the passenger seat, was thrown from the（27）______and killed instantly. The only reason I’d lived was because of my（28）______ . My first（29）______was of shock. I’d been drink-driving? Hit a tree? Killed Owen? I felt like the worst person in the world. Even after I was able to go home several weeks later, I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to talk. I just（30）______at the wall in my bedroom and cried. The only person I wanted to see was Owen. I didn’t feel like hanging out with any of my old friends.