What I was feeling when I hit Myrtle

I felt crazy, sad, scared, insane, depressed, and terrified. I didn't know she was going to run in front of the car and I don't even know she is. Why did she run at the car as if she knew who the person was inside? Why did she seem familiar? I've never thought of myself as a woman who could be known as hitting someone. I ran away from the crime scene. How could I not? I panicked. I don't want to go to jail, I am not a woman who can survive in jail. What would everyone think of me? No, no one can ever know about this, this will always stay a secret. I will never get caught and someone else will take the blame for it. It wasn't really my fault, it was hers! She ran at the car. Yes, that's it! She ran at the car and I couldn't simply think fast enough to stop the car. I will not get caught. No one will ever know