It was 70 degrees outside that day. I put on my skinny jeans, a simple black t-shirt, and then brushed my teeth and hair. I remember we were out of mouth wash. As I ran down the stairs I saw my dad eating some toast. He told me he'd be working late. I quickly made him some eggs and gave him a cup of orange juice. I ran upstairs to grab my coat and car keys and went back down stairs, kissed my dad on the forehead and grabbed a granola bar from the pantry. As I was opening the front door I heard my dad call out "be safe!".
"promise, dad!".
As I was driving to school I saw a car parked on the side of the road that I hadn't seen before. But I just kept driving. Five minutes later I was pulling into the school parking lot. I grabbed my book bag and slung it over my shoulders. Across the parking lot I saw Alice, she looked sad. I ran up to her and hugged her. "Alice what's wrong?"
"Bella please, I know you always are but please just trust me and be extra careful today. I have a really bad feeling. Not bad like sick bad, but like life changing sick."
"Alice you worry too much! Everything's going to be perfectly fine."
*at the end of school*
As I walked to my truck, i saw Alice getting in her porch, still sad. I would call her as soon as I got home.
I got my keys out my coat pocket and opened my truck door and started the engine. As I was driving home I noticed the car wasn't there anymore. I thought it was towed.
And then it happened. Faster than I had time to react but yet bit was like if I was seeing it in slow motion.
Driving next to me, On the wrong lane, were a group of teenage boys driving an old station wagon. Probably drunk. I didn't know what to do, then a car going straight down the road, a shiny Volvo. Headed directly for them. The driver must have been going over 80 miles per hour, he didn't have time to slow down. As the cars collided they twisted and turned my car was pushed to the side of the road by the station wagon, too lately trying to get on the right lane. And then the worst happened, an eight wheeler rounding the corner smashed straight into the not so shiny Volvo now, sending it flying towards me.
Our cars rolled down a hill in a tangled mess. I could see blood everywhere. And something was pressing down on my legs and something was jabbing my side. I looked around for the other car. It wasn't far from me. And I remember thinking I was going crazy because the other driver, whose car was worse than me, who should be dead. Kick the windshield of his car and crawled out. He didn't have a scratch on him. No blood, no anything. Only his cloths were a little torn. I saw him running over to me. Without a limp, or any sign of pain.
He tore my door off as if it was a sheet of paper in a note book. I might have lost a lot of blood but I was not hallucinating , as he tore off the door, I noticed it was part of the door that had gotten jammed in my side. One more problem, the steering wheel and dashboard were crushing my legs. But the guy quickly pushed them up and back. And then he picked me up and carried me like a child. I was starting to black out. And then I heard the ambulances. I thought I would be saved, but then I heard him say, in the most soothing voice, "I'm sorry, but they cant help you. You lost too much blood". And then I felt it. Sharp stones intruded my body, near my collar bone and then, just a few seconds later, fire. I wish I could scream. And then we were flying, through some nearby trees. Then everything went black.