Some people say that knowing you're about to die comes in the form of a bright light. I guess I could say the same, but mine was more in the form of two bright lights coming straight twoards me on the front of a car going at least 130 miles per hour. I didn't even have enough time to move before that big truck hit me dead on and crumpled me and my vehicle like we were nothing but a piece of paper in the hands of a human.
I don't remember much, but I do remember being thrown off the road after being hit. I remember sitting there, crumpled and bleeding, waiting to die. I remember fading in and out from what I would assume is blood loss. I remember hearing distant sirens, voices, and feeling myself being lifted from a car and into the arms of someone large. I remember being put on a stretcher. I remember having various people touch me. I remember needles. I remember feeling scared. I remember when my heart stopped beating.
