Not My Fault

Yesterday was one of the most horrible days of my life. I got into my fist accident. It wasn't that bad, I was told it was more of a fender bender. I am ok, everyone is ok. This is what happened, there were two cars in front of the one I hit, he was following too close when they stopped to turn onto the interstate. I saw his brake lights so I started braking, then he came to a sudden stop. As soon as I saw him do this I had to jam on the brakes, but the car wouldn't stop in time. I ended up rear-ending him. It was not my fault. When the police came he admitted to the officer that it WAS his fault because he stopped short. There was NO damage at all. The guy said he wasn't even going to call his insurance because there was no damage. While my uncle was talking with the guy and the officer I was trying to call my mom, all I wanted to do right then was talk to my mom. During the whole thing I was completely losing it. I could help crying, when I talked to my mom she told me to breathe, but because I was such a mess I couldn't control my breathing and when ever I tried to just breathe I would get light-headed. I was shaking uncontrollably the entire time. But I am ok now I got home, took a hot shower and went to lay down and fell asleep watching "Leroy & Stitch".