I awoke to a screech, broken glass,and smoke, particles scratching through my nose and throat. My heart beat slowly as if everything around me was in slow motion. To my left I see trees and darkness, to my right, my two friends. To the front of me I see the windshield shattered to pieces all around us. The two front seats were pushed into the doors. I looked forward as if I was the driver, but I wasn't. I was in the back seat. I swallowed, attempting to quench my dry throat. I couldn't hear anything. I stared around with wide eyes,quivering. Past where the windshield was supposed to be, I could make out a....a truck on top of us. The headlight was beyond blinding.
Slowly, I began to make out a voice. "Girls? Girls? Are you alright? Don't move ! Understand?"
I groan escaped my mouth as my friend said," Mom? I think I hurt my wrist and something is wrong with my neck, I think I broke it..." She tried to hide the fear in her voice but it showed in her face. When people break their neck, they become paralyzed. My friend could be paralyzed.....and my other friend could be dead next to me.
"Don't move okay honey? Are the others okay? Are they awake? Oh God, please help us!" It was my friends mom in the passenger seat. She tried to turn in her chair to look at us but it was difficult because of the seatbelt. "I'm hurt." I attempted to say.
"Abby is awake but she can't speak clearly," my friend said to her mother shakily. I couldn't breathe. It felt like someone had my lungs in a tight grasp and an elephant was stepping on my chest. I looked down at my stomach. It seemed the seatbelt was restricting my stomach from moving and allowing me to breathe, but....where was it? I looked to my side to see it connected to the seat. I grabbed onto it and pulled on it. I felt dizzy and my hand weighed a ton. Slowly, I drug my hand across my stomach, pulling the seatbelt along with it. In school, I learned that, when hurt, endorphins are sent to the brain to help ease the pain. Even with those endorphins, I would have rather been dead. The kind of pain I felt was from the inside. Like someone lit a match on the inside of my torso and set fire to everything. Like every piece of me was being cut apart and torn from my body. I gasped and groaned. I tried to call for help, but all that could come out was a groan saying, "I'm hurt". It was all I could do. The pain so unbearable. I wanted it to stop - I needed it to stop. I couldn't think. I repeated that I was hurt, getting angry that no one tried to help me. I knew they heard me, why weren't they helping? All that was there was the pain. Every inch of me screamed out with pain. Any inch I moved sent a sharp flash of pain from my head to my toes. It's a pain I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. This kind of pain could make the happiest person wish for death. I won't lie. I wished for death. Kill me now! What kind of God would put his children through this?! He's no father! The pain was so intense I was cruel to the only miracle that could help me. I looked in disgust at my friends mom because all she was doing was praying. She wouldn't even call for help! Seriously? I became so selfish. I wanted help then and there.
The pain and frustration soon caused me to pass out, but not before hearing the driver, in tears, apologize multiple times claiming that there was nothing else he could do. My heart ached for him. How could I be so selfish when I'm probably not even the worst off? In tears, I dozed off.
I woke up to a bright light. "Hun, we're going to have to cut your clothes off," after a pause the woman said," no I'll just pull your shorts off." I groaned and passed out once more to wake again in the ambulance. Have you ever seen in movies where the injured person looks up at bright lights through blurred vision? Well, that's what I saw. Everything blurred around me in slow motion. It hurt everywhere. Once the shock of the accident had worn off, the pain came in heavy waves. Like being in the ocean during a storm. Right as you get to the surface and take a deep breath, another wave washes over you and knocks that breath out of you. You eventually give up and suffer in silence.
