I was woken at 3am by a loud crash outside my bedroom window. I get up to see what's going on and when I look out the window I freeze. From shock, and horror, because outside my window is a mangled car, wrapped around a tree. About 3 metres from the car is a body, and a pool of blood. I grab my phone and run outside, while dialling triple 0.

"Hello, police, fire or ambulance?" the women on the other end of the phone asked cheerfully?

"Um, I don't know. There's been a car accident outside my house…" I spoke hurriedly while still staring in horror at the scene in front of me.

"Okay, calm down, we'll send them all. Can you please tell me where you are, and I will transfer you to the ambulance, to discuss the people involved in the accident."

I took a deep breath and calmed my voice. "I am at 23 Fisher Street, in Belmont." This time I spoke slower, and more calmly.

"Thank you, they are on their way. I will transfer you to the ambulance, so you can explain the extent of the injuries, briefly." And the line went dead. I waited about 10 seconds before someone spoke, this time more urgently than the other person.

"Hello, can you please describe to me, what the scene is like?" this time a males voice asked.

"Um, the car is wrapped around a tree, but the driver isn't in the car, he is about three metres ahead of the car on the pavement," my voice cracked slightly as I said the last bit. I walked over to the man on the floor and saw a huge gash on his head, blood surrounding him. I carefully picked up his wrist and checked for a pulse. "But he has a slight pulse and is breathing," I said quietly down the phone.

"Okay, now can you tell me, is there anyone else in the car?" I walked over to the heap of metal that was hugging the tree and carefully peered into it. There was nobody else there.

"There is no one else in the car," but as I said it, a though popped into my head, if the driver had managed to fly out of the car, maybe his passenger did too? So I quickly looked around the area of the crash and saw nothing. There was no one else there, but people had started crowding, none of them made any move to help anyone, and most of them seemed to be taking photos and videos of the scene.

"Is there any chance that a passenger may also have ended up outside the car?" the man questioned, as I did another quick scan of the area.

"No, I checked. There was no passengers," I spoke through a yawn, I was really tired. Why did this have to happen at 3 am?

Not long after my conversation with the man on the phone, the police and ambulance arrived, I was standing next to the man, making sure he stayed alive, and as they approached I quickly moved away. A police officer was searching the scene, and inspecting the car, while another walked over to me slowly. I knew he wanted to ask me questions, and I was tired, I just wanted to go back to my warm bed. I hadn't gotten dressed when I came out side, so I was in boxers and a singlet, and it was freezing outside!

"Hello, I would like to ask you some questions," the police officer stated.

"Sure, whatever," I mumbled rudely.

"Where were you when the accident occurred?" he asked, ignoring my rudeness, I wasn't a morning person, if I was woken up.

"I was in bed. Sleeping, because that's generally what you do at 3 in the morning," I spat. I was getting ruder, and ruder, but the officer didn't seem to mind. He just kept asking questions.

"Okay and why are you at the scene of the accident?" he spoke calmly, still ignoring my rudeness.

"because it happened right outside of my house, and it woke me up. I'm not a horrible person, I knew someone would need help, so I came outside into the freezing cold and called triple 0." I said rubbing my eyes and yawning. "I'm sorry, I'm not normally this rude, I'm tired and cold, and I am not really thinking that well. Sorry," I mumbled slowly, trying to keep my eyes open.

"That's perfectly alright; I'm almost done with my questions, just one more okay?" I nodded and he continued to speak "do you live on your own? Or are you living with someone?" his question caught me off guard. I don't know why, it just did.

"I—I live with my parents," I managed to get out and the officer just nodded and said I could leave. I stayed out in the cold until everyone left, which wasn't until about 6am.

When I finally went inside I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, sleep would not come, so I got up and made myself coffee. I just sat on the couch drinking my coffee staring at the blank TV screen. I couldn't get the images out of my head. The screeching tyres, the smashing glass and the sound of metal crunching. The look of the mangled car, and the body laying 3 metres ahead of the car. The unconscious, bleeding body. Still and unmoving, barely alive. He looked so familiar, but I wouldn't be able to tell who it was even if I wanted to, there was so much blood covering his face. I just sat there feeling numb. I closed my eyes trying to get rid of the images that kept racing across my mind.

I opened my eyes and my eyes and looked at the clock above the TV, and realised I had fallen asleep. It was now 4 in the afternoon and I couldn't be bothered moving from my spot on the couch. I tried to grab the remote from the coffee table in front of me, but it was just a tiny bit too far away and I reached out a little further then I should have and toppled into a heap on the lounge room floor. I reached up, grabbed the remote and climbed back onto the couch. As I flicked on the TV I instantly regretted it. The news was on, and they were reported this morning's accident. In the background I could see myself talking to a police officer, and I freaked out a little, because if any of my friends saw this, they would be calling me really soon to ask what happened.

"The young man who was driving the vehicle is in a serious but stable condition." The news reporter concluded. At least the guys alright I guess, I must have done something right. I got up and made myself another coffee, preparing myself for my phone to ring, and it did ring, but it wasn't who I expected.