The accident.
The glass was cold against my cheek as I watched the blur of a car rolled off into the distant. I thought to myself that I had scene the car before. But my mind wasn't working so I couldn't figure out where I had seen it. Every so often I blacked out into unconsciousness and thought I could hear voices. As I looked around I could see that I was in my car and that there had been an accident and once the shock wore off I was suddenly aware of pain in my stomach. When I looked down I saw that there was an extremely large spring, from my seat, sticking into my back. I tried to scream but I couldn't get a sound out, as my mouth was very dry.
After what seemed like hours I could hear someone talking to me, saying things like can you move, anything broken. I couldn't speak, I couldn't say anything I just laid there. I don't know what time had past when I heard the scraping of metal against metal. It was so loud, so terrible that I screamed. Then the sound stopped.
I heard them talking, whispering, but the voices were so low that I couldn't hear anything. There were bits of the conversation I did hear, but it hurt my ears to strain, I thought I heard someone say that they couldn't move me or there would be terrible blood loss. I couldn't tell how long they had been talking because I feel u unconscious. Then there was the sound of scraping metal again and the huge pressure that was on my stomach.
Suddenly the pain from my stomach was gone but as I looked down at my stomach there was all of this blood. I drifted in and out of consciousness as I felt them lift me onto the ambulance trolley bed. I looked up as the doctor began to ask me questions but he sounded so far away that I didn't hear any of them.
I felt so light headed and felt like I was as light as a feather, until I heard the doctor yell for the paddles. He kept repeating don't leave us, don't leave us.
That's when I sat up in bed. I was panting heavily and grabbed for my stomach. There was nothing, no hole, no blood just wet from my sweet. I sat there trying to slow my heart thinking about the dream. That's what it was I told myself. Just a dream...
By Alicia Magoch (c) 2005.
