The tires screamed when my dad slammed on the brakes, nobody had seen the truck barreling toward us. The last thing I heard was the sound of our car's blaring horn mixing with that of the large 18-wheeler, and it all blacked out.
I woke up in the hospital, with bandaging on my head, ribs, and a broken leg. I could feel the burning sensation of gashes and scratches all over my body. There was immense pain.. So much pain. My vision was still dark, struggling to focus against the stark-white hospital walls and it's bright lights.
Damn, I thought. What the hell happened? It turned out to be worse than I expected. Everyone mourns differently, right? Well, mine included crying my eyes out in disbelief.
I am the only survivor.. They're all dead.. Kept passing through my head. How, how am I the only one? Why am I the only one, why me, of all people? What about my baby brother? He had his whole life ahead of him, and he never even truly experienced anything- the thrill of a roller coaster, the anxiety of asking someone out, the joy of birthdays.. Learning to ride a bike, losing your first tooth.. Those were things he would never know now.
My little sister, she'll never grow up and go to prom, or homecoming, get her first kiss. Figure out life. She's gone, he's gone, they're all gone. They didn't deserve that fate, such a sudden end.
My disconsolated feeling had just started when the agony spiked. It felt as though my head had just broke into a bajillion pieces, or like my brain was trying to break free of it's prison cell in my mind. It was so numbing, the pain. It made me feel like I was subsisting for a moment in time, at least for a little while.
This is nice, I managed to think through the immense battering in my skull, maybe this will take me, maybe I won't be the only survivor. When my vision started to blacken, though, I panicked. I didn't actually want to die. I pressed the little help button before I passed out, and fell into a euphoric memory of what my life had been and never would be again. Happy.
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Through the Wringer
أدب المراهقينDalton Versailles' life was going great until the accident. He thought the Lanes foster family could be the worst of it, but it was the exact opposite. The worst was yet to come, even over the tragedy that befell his family.
