✰𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝✰- 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

✰𝟏𝟔. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

✰𝐌𝐚𝐲

✰𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:✰

I felt it as the car slammed directly into the tree. My body jolted forward and quickly backwards into the seat again. I had covered my closed eyes with my hands, I was expecting that to be the last movement that I ever felt. I thought that would be it and I would soon know the answer to the age old question of what happens after one dies, but I snapped out of it when I realized that I could feel shards of glass bouncing off and landing in my body like it were confetti from the now shattered windshield.

I didn't want to see what it looked like, but I could only imagine it. The metal material of the car wrapped around the tree, almost like it were a mold that it had to take shape to. I didn't want to open my eyes, I didn't want to see what I looked like or what my car looked like, but I knew I would have to eventually. I didn't want to face the reality of my car being smashed to bits and myself probably obtaining some injuries from being thrown around in the metal cage that I seemed to be trapped in. I had to do something, I couldn't just sit and wait for something, anything, to happen.

My eyes opened and I felt sick upon seeing the scene. My eyes took in the car practically split in half and the average sized tree that seemed to be staring at me in victory. The tree was still standing tall, it looked untouched, not even a piece of bark chipped off. Maybe a couple leaves scattered the ground below though. But my vision was blurry anyway, I felt hot tears pouring out of my eyes. I didn't want to cry, I found it embarrassing even though this situation makes sense to bawl my eyes out. In the midst of it all I still hoped that I was a pretty crier. My priorities are ruined I thought, I'm ruined.

I looked over in the passenger seat, I don't know why I did, of course my phone was going to be smashed to bits and pieces. I didn't know how to get some contact with what seemed like the outside world. It felt like I was in an alternate reality over on the side of the road. "Maybe someone will pull over", I thought, but I didn't think anyone would be able to see what was going on if they were focused on the road. My only hope was a reckless driver and if they didn't care about anyone else on the road then why would they care about me? It was no hope. I felt like everyone on the road were a crowd watching a stunt show, and I happened to be the person performing the stunt.

I opened the car door and tried to get out. As soon as I moved I felt so much pain that I unintentionally screamed, "Ow," out loud. The pain was completely unbearable, I guess the adrenaline wore off and I could now feel the effects. I knew now that I was going to need some sort of professional opinion, I'd never felt this much pain. This is the first time that pain has scared me. Surely I was dying, the pain was too much to pass. Maybe it would pass after I did.

I pathetically crawled out of the car and laid on the ground. The tears were flowing rapidly and I couldn't do anything about it, they ran out of my eyes and dripped down my face like a flood. I laid on the dirt and grass that was now filled with glass shards from different areas of my car. I think I could see metal fragments in the distance. The ground no longer smelled earthy, all I could smell was whatever liquids were pouring out of the car currently. I needed something to pull me out of my state. I felt like I was trapped endlessly in a bubble filled with nothing but cars and tragedy.

The tears poured as my thoughts ran wild. If I hadn't died yet I was surely going to die now. I couldn't move without exclaiming in pain and I had no way to get the attention of an outsider. Anticipating my death, I closed my eyes. I was ready at this point, I had accepted it when I felt the impact. I thought it would be the last thing that I ever felt, that my life was over and complete.

My consciousness was going in and out. The sounds of the road were fading in and out, so was my blurry vision of the green grass and my bloody hands that were shaking so badly I wasn't sure if my vision was blurry of if it was just my hands making me have that thought. Eventually I lost my consciousness completely. It was slow and terrifying as my senses left one by one. I thought this was it, that I would never wake up. I wondered what my last words had been and how my last sights were my own battered hands. I had accepted it though. I knew I wasn't going to wake up.