Dear Diary

• LIFE'S TOO SHORT •

I could have died..

It's a strange realization really. Life is so short and we should be making the most of it but the majority of the population just spend their lives complaining about the stupid things and don't spend enough time enjoying what they have and just life in general.

On Friday, 1 March 2018, I was in a car accident and yes, I could have died.

Great way to start the month right? ;)

I'm so happy that I decided to wear a seat belt that day. If not, I would have gone through the front window.

We were on our way to school ( my mother, sisters and I ) and we took the route that we always take.

My mum checked the time and said, "We're making good time today".

My sister, Phoebe, then said something to my mum about her math test that she had that morning and my mother turned around - for literally two seconds - to reply.

I was looking down at my History homework that was placed on my lap - I know, I'm naughty for not finishing it the day before - and the next thing I know, my mum's taking in a fearful breathe and her arm is stretching out infront of me. As I look up, we ram into the back of a truck/bakkie with a loud bang/crash.

I'm numb at first but then my brain catches up with the pain.

My chest, lower stomach and head are aching and I can't decide whether to laugh or cry. I'm in pain but I don't feel like it had really happened.

My heart is racing, my breathing is ragged and it hurts to inhale or exhale.

My mother starts to cry and immediately gets out her phone to call someone as she leaves the car to take a look at the damage.

Her steps are faulty but I can't really see what's going on because my head feels dizzy and my sight is slightly blurred.

I hear my sisters let out pained groans. I look back, disregarding the pain I feel when I turn my body. I need to make sure my sisters are okay.

Their eyes are wide with fright and all colour has drained from their faces.

"Are you guys okay?", I asked.

They nod weakly and groan out a, "Ya".

I look forward and see the scrunched up bonnet of the car. My heart is racing and the pain I feel in my lower abdomen feels like it's increasing.

"Did that seriously just happen?", I question out to no one in particular.

I hear the sound of ambulance sirens and my sister starts to cry from the shock and most probably the pain of hitting her head against the seat in front of her.

I look back at her and I can't help but say, "Stop being a baby Abigail. We're fine", but we're not.

I don't mean what I say and I instantly feel guilty but I'm just as shocked as them and also in a lot of pain. I must not be selfish.

I sigh and look at my little sister's faces. My heart aches when I see how scared they look.

Abigail has a small red mark on the right of her lip. Like carpet burn but from the chair when she hit her head on impact.

Phoebe doesn't have any physical ailments besides the bump forming on her forehead.

I hope they're not in too much pain.

I grab my phone and with shaky fingers, message the people who are important to me and tell them what happened. I tell my boyfriend to tell my friends what happened because I can't get a hold of all of them.

I message my close friends who are back in my hometown and my one close friend who recently moved to England.

The door suddenly opens beside me and my eyes meet a set of dark ones. "Hello", the paramedic says with a concerned smile.

I try to smile back but it hurts a bit. His eyes travel to my sisters in the back seat and he takes in their pale, shocked and upset faces.

"What're your names?", he asks my sisters but they don't answer, still in shock, like myself but I manage to answer for them.

"Phoebe and Abigail", I struggle to get out.

The guy nods and then asks for my name and I tell him. He nods and with a smile, walks off to the ambulance van before coming back with another paramedic who says, "Come with us".

My sisters and I slowly make our ways out of the car and after the two men who go into an ambulance van.

My mother is talking to the owner of the car who we crashed into and my eyes wonder to the back of his car that only has a slight dent in the bumper.

I want to laugh because of this but it hurts to breathe so I won't.

My sisters and I climb into the ambulance and the brown eyed paramedic from before, places something on Abigail's finger.

It's black and apparently checks your heart rate as well as your sugar level.

"Is it wrong that I want to laugh?", I ask the one paramedic.

He looks at me and chuckles slightly. "You're just in shock", he says.

I let out a short laugh but wince and stop from the pain.

"Are you hurting anywhere?", the one paramedic asks me while the brown eyed one attends to my sisters.

"My chest, collar bone and lower stomach hurts", I say and place a hand on the place where the seat belt dug into my skin.

He asks to see if I have any bruising and I awkwardly show him my lower stomach because at the moment, that's where it hurts the most.

He says that my stomach looks okay and I might not have brushing on the outside but I don't know what's going on inside my body.

After the paramedics checked all three of us and my mother stubbornly saying that she was fine and to not worry about her, my mum's friend drove us to the police station so my mother could fill out whatever forms necessary.

We're good now.

My sisters are the same and still naughty little poops, I still leave homework for car rides - which we've been taking with my aunt - and my mum is checking out her new car.

Yes, my mother and I are still in pain because we were in the front and that's where the impact was but bruises heal so we'll be okay.

After time and positive thoughts, we'll be good as new ;)

Signing out,

Anonymous_x
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A/N: This is all true just by the way. I've got the damn bruises to prove it. Ciao for now humans ;)