Sanity

6

We spun, flying this way and that. I realized too late that putting my seatbelt on first would have been a good idea. The world around me slowed as I hit the passenger door. My head crashed into the window and I felt blood trickle down my face.

I watched Isaac scream, yank the wheel and get hit by the airbag as we flew into the guard rail along the side of the road. The driver side hit the railing with a a quick sharp crash, I flew into him at that point. It was a mix of legs, arms, and blood. My vision faded. I was dead, definitely dead. I opened my eyes and tried to get my body to one but nothing was happening. I tried to look around but could only stare up at the sky. There was a throbbing feeling all over my body and overtime I closed my eyes it felt like I was momentarily floating.

"Blink once if you can hear me." A man said silkily. The words curled and colored the air around me. Flashes of lights sprayed my vision with small rays.

I tried to smile, form words with my mouth. I could hear every word in my head, "I don't have to blink. Can't you hear me? Where is Isaac?" But I could tell that nothing was coming out of my mouth for the man didn't say anything back to me.

"Patient not responding. Rush her to the ER." I felt hands all over me. I tried to struggle but I didn't...struggle that is.

I began to panic. There was a prickling feeling in my chest and I felt myself gag. My mouth filled with liquid and, once the men got me on a long white stretcher, the paramedic turned me on my side and the pressure released. I relaxed.

The man kept flashing his stupid light in my eyes. We got into the ambulance and the sirens rang in my ears. I could only think of Isaac. What had I done? Why did I have to stop the car?

I tried to force myself to regret what I had done but there was no possible way I would be able to do that. I knew that that was my last resort. He would not listen to me, my arguments, or my pleading. He knew I didn't want to leave with him but instead of listening to me and letting me go, he kept me. He had locked me in his car. I had to do what I did. I had to stop him, or he would have just taken me with him anyways.

The driver...he was the driver...I was not. Why did I have to let that get to me? I let him get to me! He deserved whatever came to him. I tried to ignore the fact that there were multiple other options. That there were other ways to stop a moving vehicle. In the moment there didn't seem to be any other option.

Nothing hurt. I was not in any pain. There were colors floating around my vision, but it was nothing, really. If anything it was beautiful.

I could hear voices, a man and a woman, speaking to me and telling me that everything was okay. I knew everything was okay. I couldn't understand why they were telling me something that was so horribly obvious. The fact that they couldn't seem to understand that it was all going to be okay and that I was going to survive. I mean, to die you have to feel pain right? When you are "dying" you feel pain. Horrible and awful pain.

"What-" I slurred. Words were beginning to work. The underwater sound of everything around me began to grow in volume.

The man standing next to me rushed, suddenly to turn off some kind of machine. They pulled these cold metal things off of my chest and the buzzing sound stopped. I took in a couple sharp breaths, coughing and spluttering.

There was still no pain. Shock? Yeah, I'll blame shock. Coughing, spluttering; breathing is now a chore.

We hit a bump in the road and then the ambulance began to slow down. The paramedics, pushed the doors open as the ambulance stopped gently. They pushed me out on the stretcher and I looked left, then right. My eyes were swollen and completely useless unless I tried to open them all the way or I turned my head.