Blood and High Ceilings

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I don't feel pain. I just feel a numbness and a cold liquid washing over me in a crushing manner. My eyes come alive with flashes. I had seen my father. It was just a glimpse, but it was enough to paralyze my every joint. Hey heart starts to pump as I remember his eyes, dim in the shade of the trees nearby. I remember the wreck. I heard the loud metal of my Jeep crumbling into small fragments of rust and tin. I felt the jerk of my body from my seat, my head bashing against the high ceiling. My body jerked in opposite manner. I heard my body tearing and slashing, trying to separate itself from my flesh and bone. I smelt the metallic, nauseating scent of blood.

I was on the bridge. I remember my head furiously snapping as my lungs give out and black water fills my mouth with muddy liquid. I pray to God as my head is light and a white clouds my vision. I remember how the car went down, down, down to the waiting creek below. It ravenously claws at my skin and seeps itself to my blood. I watch myself struggle to unbuckle, struggle to break free. The water has me, however. There is no escape. I hear the last sounds of metal scrapping against my blue baby. Stupid Unsafe Jeeps! I curse as the water slowly drags me. I am a wave. Slowly I float with the ebony waters surrounding my body. I am at peace. White is the color that I see, I reach for the light. I smile as my body slowly but surely dies. I smile as I slip away. I see golden Angels surrounding me in light. I can almost touch their breathtaking faces.I smile as I hear a voice. Dad? Is that you?

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