“Crash is the sound I hear. I quickly grab my brother. He was hit in the crash. I throw him out my door just before I get out.”
Crash is the sound I hear. I quickly grab my brother. He was hit in the crash. I throw him out my door just before I get out. I grab my phone and call 911. The ambulance arrives. I help them take my brother in the car, and they drive away with me running. I trip. Bang, I hear as my head hits the pavement. I reach for my phone. Dang. It broke when it hit the pavement. My vision is fading. I prepare myself for a bright light, but it doesn’t come. Then I pass out. I wake up in the hospital next to my brother, who isn’t moving. I’m worried. The doctor comes in.
I ask him, “What happened?”
He says I fell, but I don’t understand. I have fallen before. Why is this different?
Then I ask, “Is my brother okay?”
He says, “He’s fine, just in a coma.”
Then I ask, “Where are my parents?”
He says, “Outside.”
Then I say, “Wait, what happened to my brother?”
He says, “He was with you in the car.”
I say, “I wasn’t hurt?”
He says, “You were not.”
“How about my parents?” I say.
He says, “Your parents were not harmed.”
Three days later…
“But Mom, I don’t want a new car. I will not get in it in my whole life.”
“Yes you will,” says Mom.
“No I won’t,” I say.
“Okay, no dinner for you,” says Mom.
“Fine, I would rather not eat than take another chance at death,” I say.
Four days later…
“Fine, I’ll get in the car,” I say as I take a load of food and put it on my plate.
One day later…
I get in the car, horrified of what happened one week ago.