The scraping

The Beginning

      "God dammit! I'm going to be late!" I yelled as I dashed out the door.
     "Woah there tiger" my mother called out before grabbing me by the neck of my shirt. I suddenly realized why too, my shirt was half buttoned and my hair was a disheveled mess! Not to mention there was a piece of toast hanging out of my mouth.
     I internally sighed as I heard the loud hum of the rickety old shoebox pass the house. This is just great I thought to myself.
    "Mother, I'm eighteen you don't have to baby me like this anymore." The undertone of my voice sounding very displeased.
"You have to keep up a good reputation if you want to get a good scholarship, you know we can't afford a full ride."
"I don't give a damn about reputation, I though the saying was supposed to be yourself and don't care what other people think?"
"Just get your smart ass in the car."

And that was the last time she made me feel happy.

"Please ma'am, you need to cooperate!" The officer calmly said to me. It was as if he didn't care!
"She's hurt and I need to do something, anything!" I cried out.
      Suddenly there was a loud hum filling every inch of my mind, pounding, scraping away at the will to stay together and everything, collapsed .

    I was in a white room, the intense lighting was making me want to vomit. There were figurative screens appearing at every angle replaying the event, reopening the fresh wound.
   "Mom I've told you a thousand times, I can drive, you don't need to worry about anything." I assured her as she was tightly gripping the safety handle.
    "I know you are very cape- LOOK OUT!" She screeched as a semi barreled into the side of our car.
    It was thrown off the side of the rode and continued to tumble down the hill faster, Faster, FASTER!
    Everything was silent.
    "Mom?" Silence
    "Mom, oh god! MOM!"
      I couldn't move, my bones refused to get any closer to what lie in their wake.
     My mother's motionless body with a strong trickle of blood flowing down the side of her head as well as out of her mouth, her eyes open, but glazed over.

                   She was dead.