Glass exploded and pain erupted in my legs as if they had been shoved under a steamroller. The heat of the exhaust burned as the four wheeled monster breathed down my neck. I could hear the strangled sound as the engine tried to push through the car blocking the huge truck's path. Why don't you stop? I pleaded, with tears and shattered glass filling and burning my eyes.
My face oozed warm liquid, which I registered as blood as it poured down my head and pooled in my lap. I threw myself against the seat-belt, trying to dive left and get away from the monster that was eating me alive. As I shifted my hips, trying to wiggle free, my legs rotated and I screamed in pain. My legs felt like wood that had just been twisted so hard it had shattered into splinters. Even though I stilled myself the pain continued. I howled and screeched and clawed at my seat-belt till my fingers were bloody but the monster slowly kept pushing the Honda forward.
I looked around through the still intact side window opposite of me and realized my mom had parked in the small lot behind the store, with the tall, windowless brick walls of the back of department stores staring down at me. There was no one to hear me scream. The delivery truck was slowly going to kill me and the sick, malicious person in the truck who had been stalking me would be satisfied.
My screams stopped as I felt the car turn so the front of the truck met my side of the car at a perfect perpendicular 'T'. I was either going to go under the truck, or I could hope to God it would just keep pushing me until -- my thoughts broke off as I looked through the window opposite me again and with horrified realization, I watched the brick wall slowly draw closer. Either way, I was going to be crushed and die. The truck would either run me over, or press me up against the brick wall till the car was crushed. Either way, it would end in my death. Tears poured silently down my cheeks as I closed my eyes and waited for death to come.
And come it did.
