Hello.
My name is Gregory Sanders. And today, I died.
Introduction.
I live in a house where Lateness is not tolerated. I have two children, no spouse, and a schedule to keep. I don't know how something so FUCKED up could have happened to me, but it all started with a hangover, a broken alarm clock, and a few extra drinks.
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I woke up with a headache, and blurred vision, stumbling around my house, knocking over some things. (I don't know what they were, I didn't really care anyway.) This feeling wasn't unusual though, I'd had a hangover due to the drinks I had mentioned earlier.(The kids were driving me over the edge, and it was my late wifes birthday, so yeah, it was sort of a bad day for me...)My vision started returning to me and as I approached the kitchen, I checked the microwave clock...It was 7:45...The elementary school begins class at 7:50...I freak. I quickly shake the kids up(If they were babies they'd be dead, honestly) and throw some dirty clothes on them. They don't even take showers! I grab their book-bags and rush the kids into the car.
With my crazy ass addiction with punctuality, I'm speeding like I'm the fucking road runner, going 80 in a 50 mile zone, my 6 year old son Gabriel and my 3 year old daughter Dianna, screaming "FASTER DADDY! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE". That's when I entered a trance... Call it what you want... An Adrenaline Rush, a natural high, or maybe my insanity finally caught up with me, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. I actually listened to this 6 year old son, excited smirk on his face. I started to go faster. I was going 90... I ran a red light, an there was a collision, to the side, the drivers side to be exact...
The car flipped.
Once.
The side door opened, my daughter flying out the car. I was in such a rush I forgot to fasten her into the car seat.
Twice.
Gabriel unbuckles his seat belt, and falls out of the car, thinking it was a good Idea and that it would keep him alive, all while we're in midair.
Three times.
I panic, they fell out of the car in a span of seven seconds. I try to get out too, but it was too late. Not only was my left leg crushed, but my arm was mangled as well. The car lands upside down, and the pain is excruciating. I try to move, but my bone was sticking out of my leg, crushed and bloody. I finally get the door open, and I crawl out from under some wreckage, using only working arm to drag myself to my son, who was yards away. I shake him, asking if he was alive, I had hoped he had survived, but I was a fool to believe such a thing. I turned him over to see his mangled face, blood splattered all over the pavement. I had cried, not knowing of my own dilemma. I'd turned myself onto my back, breaking A shard of glass that had gone through my chest...
