I know, it's probably annoying that I write the same crap again and again and again. The accident, this, the accident, that. I can assure you I am not looking for pity, however; a person can recieve only so many I'm sorry's before they never want to hear the words again. The thing is, though, the accident was the biggest thig to ever happen to me.
I suffered -- and rarely do to this day -- panic attacks. My palms sweat, I get claustrphobic, and I desperately search for an escape from the situation. They happen in the worst places, too.
One time, for my sixteenth birthday, Sierra, Diana, and Diana's new (at the time) boyfriend, Dan took me to a carnival, just the four of us. They dragged me onto the park's scariest rollercoater. I remember begging them to let me watch from below, but Sierra had said to me, "Live a little, Trin." So I did. I got on, and Sierra sat next to me in the front cart. As soon as we began up the first hill, I felt like I was going to pass out. I started breathing heavy, my heart was beating a thousand miles per hour, and I was looking for a way off the ride. I seriously considered jumping, but when I tried to get out of the protective bar, Misty yelled at me. "Are you trying to get yourself killed? What the hell?" Truth be told, death wouldn't have mattered in that moment. When the roller coaster finally came to a stop, security came in to remove me from the cart. They brought me down to the medical tent and gave me water, and I was told to go home. Yep, I got myself and my friends kicked out of a carnival on my sixteenth birthday.
More frequently, I get them in elevators and vehicles. It's tough because I could never get my license, and I live on the fifth floor of an apartment building, so on days I don't feel well, I have to take the stairs. It sucks.
Lucy asks me all the time if I blame the drunk man in the red truck, but I always say no. I guess that is a bit of a lie because I am human, so of course I'm going to think he is at fault at least a little, but I don't blame him completely blame him. There were other factors, as well, such as time and place, people who he partied with, the bartender, the airport, my parents, myself, my sister.
One man couldn't be responsible for it all.
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