Trapped

I lay in the bed, unsure of where I am, but certain I am dying. There is nobody around, no noise, no person, not even a shadow.

The parts that I can remember from earlier are very vague. The argument between Mum and Dad, I couldn't stand it. I remember running out the door. And then, then, the car.

I remember the pain, the pain that lasted a second. Then everything went black.

It frightens me, laying here, not being able to move, not being able to talk.

But I will find a way out I will.