This Is My Life

9

I heard the loud scream ring in my ears. I looked around at my surroundings to see that it was dark and I was outside. Well I was in a car.

The windshield was smashed and glass was all in my lap. I could feel blood on my forehead. Then I saw him. The car had run right into the side of someones house, hitting a little 10 year old boy asleep in his bed.

He was the one that had screamed. I couldn't figure out how I had gotten there. I didn't know how I had even gotten into the car. 

The small boy was crying and screaming blood covering his body. I then heard the sirens and people around me screaming. Everything around me seemed to become a blur. 

I woke up and I was in my bed. I rubbed my eyes trying to get the horrifying picture out of my head. I always tried to forget about that night but it never worked. If I wasn't thinking about it, I was having nightmares about it.

My sleep walking had caused that little boy his ability to walk. He was probably also traumatized, having a car crashing into his room while he was peacefully sleeping. It traumatized me. I saw his face when I closed my eyes, and now my parents as well. 

After that horrifying night I didn't want to sleep, in case something happened. I would keep myself awake no matter what it took.  

Now it didn't matter. The only people that were there for me through it were not here anymore, and it was probably my fault. 

I jumped when I heard the alarm clock buzz. I was pulled out of my thoughts and made to face the present world, the past in the past. Maybe things would be better today, but I would learn soon enough that things don't get better when they are this bad.