Dec 3

Crash

I stood around outside waiting for someone to pick me up. I put my head down, and tried to find myself a crowd of friendly looking people to mingle with. I have never been the most outgoing person, so really I just stood there. Hoping he wouldn't bother to come over and talk to me.

The same groups of guys were standing to my left next to my science partner's new sports car. He was showing it off. I rolled my eyes.

Luckily for me, my sister Siv showed up in her new Escalade. Honking the horn brightly, she smiled and got out of the car to model herself to the group of said seniors. My science partner whistled and asked for her phone number. I wanted to shoot him in the face, but restrained myself.

"Sivvi," I said shoving her into the car, "we don't have all day." I had enough urgency in my voice that she kicked the vehicle into drive, but not without irritating glance.

"That guy was going to give me his number you know. That's a hott car."

"That he probably bought with drug money," I answered, "You can get it when he comes over the house tomorrow night."

"Oh." She answered dramatically, "You have a date,"

"Only if you like to dissect various bark specimens and do detailed sketches of moss on your dates. He's my science partner. You can have him just as soon as he wanders off and leaves me."

"Don't be so negative." Siv snapped. She was the moodiest person I'd ever met. Say one thing just slightly wrong, and boom you've destroyed the conversation.

We sat in a laborious silence for several minutes; the only sound was of the tires smashing again the pavement. Finally Siv turned to me and broke the silence.

"Mom wants us to go to the church tonight. No exceptions." She said lightly, flipping her dark brown hair with one hand as she drove.

"Why." I asked flatly, looking in the opposite direction out the window. I took a moment for her to answer as she adjusted the radio dials to her favorite country western channel.

I rolled down the window a little, unexpectedly having this awful feeling, like I was going to throw up.

"Some…thing… advent I think. There's food."

Ahhh, the she said the dangerous words, there's food.

"Okay. But only if there's food. Turn down the music. I feel really sick."

Siv just turned it up, and sang louder. I clamped my hands over my ears, a little juvenile, but whatever. It was always that way. I acted like I was pre-pubescent and Siv acted like she was menopausal.

No one would have ever known from appearances that I was in fact the older daughter.

Siv is beautiful, brown eyed, creamy, and she wears a lot of natural make up. She does her hair and she wears nice stylish clothing. She just always looks presentable.

While I on the other hand, take more to my mother. I wore a lot of dark, dresses and skirts. Most of it I bought at second hand shops, if and when I went shopping at all. My asset is my hair, which is my most often complimented feature.

I like my hair; it's blonde, shiny, healthy and completely perfect. I like my face okay too. I have wide features, and they are proportioned enough. Nothing is out of place, and I look quite charming when my sister gets her hands on me. I am nothing compared to Siv though, and I will forever be jealous.

Sivvy fussed with the knobs trying to change the channel to ChrisHits Radio 107.5. She looked up, and when she did the most awful expression came spread through her face. I looked from her to the road. The stoplight was coming toward us very quickly, and we were driving about 35 miles over the speed limit. We could not make the stop.

Suddenly Sivvy slammed on the brakes, but the car kept on moving. We slid threw the four way intersection. Cars honked their horns as they slid into cars on the other side of the street. We twisted in circles, sliding across the road. Sivvy clutched my hand and closed her eyes, as we watched a car come sliding toward us at full speed. I tried to take the wheel, and control it, but it was much too late. A bright red sports car slid into the car.

On impact Sivvy passed out. The car hit the driver's side door at 30 miles an hour, crushing her body beneath the left bumper and the metal frame. I was barely conscious, and I watched blood run out of her mouth and onto the briar red seat cushions she had worked so hard to earn. I myself was crushed against the Napa building and the door, no idea why I was conscious.

Why any god, would make me conscious for all the pain that was flowing into my head. I felt like I had had gallons of BenGay rubbed on to my skin. I was burning, every tissue disgruntled and strung out. My bones were broken and out of position. I couldn't even scream for help because my jaw was broken.

I closed my eyes, and I wished that it had never happened. I wished so hard, that my brain began to ache inside its insides.

Siv opened her eyes for a brief second and tried to speak. I tried to grab her hand, but my ribs were broken or something. Instead I just lay there.

"Please. I want this to go away." I whimpered, "I want all of it to go away."

Then the most unexplainable and unscientific thing that has ever occurred occurred.