As the summary says, this was based on a car accident that I was in on June 22, 2007. My father and I are okay, but the car...isn't. This is pretty much what happened. After the accident, I got out of the car and saw the damage. On the road there were a bunch of little black pieces in the road. One of those pieces is in my room right now.
The black BMW was reaching the street that he lived on. He was just coming home from the hospital.
The hospital visit was merely a checkup on the condition of his transmission. About a year before, Kristopher, as his name was, was diagnosed with a disease that affected his transmission and ability to shift gears. Since then, he had been on a medication to treat the disease. The results were good, and Kristopher didn't have to worry until his next checkup.
The sun was setting quickly, and a light drizzle had began. The storm clouds in the sky made it seem later than it really was. Kristopher was just turning left when it happened.
A speeding Ford Bronco noticed the T-intersection and braked harshly to slow down to make a right turn. However, the roads were wet and slippery, causing the Bronco's brakes to lock. He skidded across the pavement, ramming into Kristopher's front left side. His left headlights flew out of their sockets, shattering as they hit the pavement. The left side of his hood crumpled at the force of the impact. Kristopher's frame at the front twisted to the right slightly. Even a piece of his front bumper fell into the road.
The Bronco was bounced to the left from the event and nearly fell into the ditch at the side of the road had he not stopped himself. He turned to Kristopher and, noticing the severeness of the BMW's injuries, instructed a passerby to call 911.
"I'm sorry, man," the Bronco apologized desperately. He got a thunderclap in response. The rain turned in to a thunderstorm. "Help is on the way. Hang on. Help is coming."
Kristopher heard the Bronco's pleas, but he didn't have the strength to stay awake. The pain was unbearable. Yet he didn't scream or cry. He just sat in the road, feeling his breath, his life, escape from him.
When ambulance and police arrived, they found a Ford Bronco begging a seemingly lifeless 525i BMW to wake up in the heavy rain.
Did Kristopher die? Read "Relying on a Memory" to find out. If you don't already, go and do so, please. After you review for this story, of course. Thank you, and remember, seat belts save lives.