Recalled to Life

Part 1 - The Accident

I hear cacophony of high, pitched squealing of rubber on slick pavement, mental screeching in protest as the inevitable scraps of mental grinding together in a sick dance as they collide, twist and tear gashes into each other. I hear glass cracking, the eerie pause of time before it splinters. Its sharp, jagged raindrops descend and tear at my flesh. The airbag disengages, and sucker punches me in the chest, as the bones in my legs begin break into in awkward places. The car heaves up on me like accordion ready to be played. I scream in agony at the blinding pain. Hot, burning, white pain. Please, God, make it stop! I can't feel my arms anymore. The car spins in merry go round fashion and I want to get off this hellish ride.

I can't keep my eyes open any longer. I can't breathe, it hurts too much to even in take in one single breath and I panic with the realization that this could be my very last. Oddly, in this moments, I begin to feel no pain. The only thing I feel now is paralyzing fear. Fear of the unknown. I can't breathe anymore. I am losing the battle keep eyes open and I know if I close them I will die. God, help me. Calm suddenly envelopes me like a soft bulky comforter. I feel so warm. I begin to think that everything will be okay. Time slows and spins, then everything fades into a pool darkness.

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The first thing I see as I slowly open my eyes, is this white, opaque fog. I feel like I am trapped in my Grandpa's smoke room, but it doesn't the air does have that acrid smell of cigarettes. I am laying on solid ground - arms outstretched at my sides and my legs are spread apart. What the hell? I don't know what happened? Am I injured? I don't feel...injured. I carefully rise a to a sitting position and quickly assess my situation. I look down at my faded, blue jeans. No blood. I move my legs slightly and wiggle my toes in my bright, red Converses. No broken bones. My arms are fine as I carefully move them up and down. I quickly pat down my upper body. No crimson smears on my shaking hand. Almost as an afterthought I reach more head. I shake my head a bit. I don't have a headache, not even a dull throb. My hand comes away clean.

I am shaking, starting to panic. My breaths are coming out is short gasps. I double over with confusion riddling my brain. I force myself to stand, but I don't know where to even go. I can barely see a foot in front of me. I look down and I glimpse crumbly, black pavement. A stark comparison to my red shoes. I'm on a road? My brain begins to fire off a million more questions: Was I going for a walk? Was I driving? Did my car break down? That must be it, right? My battery must have quit. It has been temperamental lately. I must have opted to walk along the side of the road in search of a gas station. It looks like it recently rained. Maybe, I just slipped and fell, knocking myself unconscious? That's it. I bet my mind is just as so confused. One question remains: Where the hell am I?

The sky blinks, as if it is winking at me. It's quick several successions. I'm thinking it could be lightning, but this flash is different. It's an electric blue. Heat lighting, perhaps? I have no idea. Nothing makes sense. I make the decision to just start walking. I keep close to the side of the road but stepping over on the wet grassy side, so I can prevent being killed by an oncoming vehicle. I follow the white stripe on the asphalt, relying on it to be my guide. Maybe, I will find a good patron willing to help me.

I take some small steps but quicken my pace. I'm in hurry to get out of this nightmarish day and I am afraid it will start to rain and again. I don't want to be a soggy, sloppy mess. It is not long before the fog begins to slowly dissipate like the red velvet curtains in a theater that begin to open to reveal a highly anticipated scene. I begin to see a diminutive set of red and blue strobes in the distances, another set yellow and red. The police? An ambulance? Is there an accident? I start to jog through the smoky haze. I break out into a maddening run as the lights become larger orbs. Maybe I could an ask a bystander help.

The curtain of vapor parts, revealing an opening scene that cause me to violently halt to a standstill. Catatonic as the horrific scene unfolds in front of me. An inhuman scream rips through every fiber in my body.