When I wake up, blood is dripping from the windshield, of which is now just a pile of glass. My heads pounds, and a sharp pain coursing through my arm. I turn my head slowly and see a huge piece of glass dug deeply into myarm. After sitting in blinding agony for what seems like years, I hear sirens getting closer. Thank God, I think. When the ambulance arrives, I pass out again, not being able to handle the pain.
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Caroline
HorrorBased on events I shared with friends I gave me the idea for the story.
