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Scared out of my mind I start to panic as the oil started trickling down the wheel. I was in a pretty tight space and the only thing I could do was kick the rest of the broken glass in front of the car. As I tried shifting my weight to the front of the car and turning around to lie on my stomach to break free, I could see from the car window the person that cut in front of me running towards my car to help.
Oh, great, I thought. I start moving slow through the broken glass trying not to cut myself and safely doing that I was out and not hurt. I was still dumfounded after the crash how I was so close to losing my life.
"Hey, you alright? I am so sorry ..." A boy with dark hair, wearing a shirt vest and black khakis came up to me. It all started coming back to me, the dark hair, innocent face, and the pretty boy look ... it was Matthew. Now that I could better know who the person was I was more at ease, I knew the type of dude he was and I believe him when he apologized.
"I'm fine." I say thinking about how bad I would feel after filing out the suing papers.
"I called the ambulance, are you sure you alright man?" He said getting a better look at me for himself.
"Don't sweat it." I said. Other car's on the highway began slowing down to see my car completely ruined, it was annoying when they were looking back at my car and when the car was once out of view they looked up at us.
"I am really sorry about your car ... how about I help you get the money to fix it?--" Before he went on I cut him off.
"Dude, get over it I'm fine, I'll just put it on my insurance." I say, getting aggravated. He should be happy I’m letting him off the hook.
"Is there anything I could do?" He asked, trying to be sympathetic.
"Yes, and that is shutting the hell up, before I shut it up for you." I said, through my teeth. He was silent after I said this; it was like I could feel his reaction at my tone, even though I wasn't looking at him.
"I'm sorry ...” He said his voice fading away and for a while we stood there in awkward silence. I started hearing the ambulance sirens coming in the distance. Ten seconds later, I saw the red and white truck racing down the road. They came to a slow stop and parked on the side a few feet from the accident. A police officer in his all black uniform and yellow badge, who looked he was around are age but a little older, wearing black shades, got out of his car with a note pad and pen in his hand coming towards me and Matthew.
"Hello, I'm Officer Mazy ... So how did this happen?" He said getting to the point.
"Well, I was trying to cut through, and he tried stopping his car from me hitting mine and ... his car flipped over." Matthew explained.
"So let me make sure I understand this, so when you were trying to stop your car from hitting his and the weight of your car shifted backwards making your car leap backwards?" He said, asking me.
"Yah, pretty much." I say. For almost two hour's, Officer Mazy asked us questions about are personal information and did a background check. Then he went back into his car to record all of this. We were told to go to the hospital to make sure everything was fine, even though I said I was fine. We waited in the ambulance truck for Officer Mazy to finish reporting everything, so we could head to the hospital. He had us sign a few papers and handed us a copy of the report. I saw the towing truck come by to pick up my car and as the truck picked up my car the driver’s door falls out making the glass window shatter into ever more pieces.
I was so aggravated to the point that I had nothing else to say. I just watched him as he swept up the rest of my car in a garbage bag. There was no way I could get it fix; I would have to buy a new one. I sat inside of the ambulance truck sitting on the side bench, next to Matthew as he watches all this go down.
We drove off but I still was looking back at the scene of the car accident. I look back down at my hands and when I looked to see what time it was my watch read 3:24 PM.
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I watched as the nurses went back and forth passing my room each time. I build an anxiety like any second now something unexpected will happen, like a ticking bomb waiting to explode any second. I thought about running out the hospital, but that would be crazy. Just in time the doctor walked into the room.
"Hey ... Caden. I'm Doctor Johns." He said flipping to the next page of papers attached to a clip board. Like every other doctor he wore a white lab coat and blue scrubs underneath.
He looked around his late forties judging by the gray hairs sprouting out in different parts of his head mixing up with his natural hair color.
"Hey." I said, my voice sounding a little shaky. He grabbed a stool and sat in front of me as he flipped back and forth threw the papers.
“So you haven't had any car accidents before?" He asked calcifying.
"No." I say. I sounded hoarse, so I cleared my throat.
"Can you stand up for a second?" He says standing up before me.
"I will move you in different positions and tell me if you feel any sorts of pain." He said.
“Ok," I say, unsure of myself. He moved my arms and neck, and no pain there but I did feel goose bumps when his cold hands touched my skin. I went back on sitting on the hospital bed and he stretched out my legs tapping my knee with a rubber mallet to make sure. He told me that if I left any pain later on to come back, but until then next week I will be seeing a chiropractor for a week once a week.
Kaysly's POV
I'm running into a hospital, but I don't know why. I felt so afraid like I lost a part of me, or ... something was chasing me? All I knew was that I was running my heart beating faster than a mockingbirds wings flapping. I didn't know what was going on. I ran into the hospital and everyone watched me running in, a nurse in a light shade of pink scrub and dirty blond hair tried to stop me. I pushed her with all my force away from me, and I kept racing down white walls with gray doors.
I heard footsteps of people running after me trying to stop me. I ran to the next closest room, but why? What is going on? Why am I here? I open a door and I froze. I saw Richards and Zachary grave stones planted into the ground. Zachary tomb stone had the number's 1:24 Richard’s tomb stone had the number 2:24. Then Caden's body lay cold on a hospital bed and he also was dead. He had one of those tags attached to his toe and it had his full name, date born, and the number's 3:24. I screamed in terror, but there was no sound, just the silence and lost spirit's in front of me.
I close my eyes and all I could hear now was a screaming siren getting louder and louder.
I wake up to the sound of that siren being the sound of my screaming voice; air filled my lungs like I wasn't breathing or like was drowning, and I receive my first breathe of air. My father's arms wrapped around me, and once he did I felt my heart sinking into his chest.
