This day is getting more and more boring, and I just want to sleep more and more as the time goes by. There are more cars on the road now that I am close to Reno. I never realised how big this place was. I feel that big cities are something I love, and the last big city I passed through was Salt Lake City. It was nothing special, just crossed I-15 which was a spaghetti cluster of roads. I like traffic, I tell myself, even though it is the biggest lie I will ever tell anyone. It's frightening because you never know who's gonna do what. Who's gonna brake too early? Who's gonna brake too late? Who's going to cut you off? Everyone must be driving to California to get to the beach, or stopping here because they couldn't afford to gamble is Las Vegas. When I was little I used to live in Pennsylvania near Allentown. We would always go to the Jersey Shore in the summer. I-78 was always loaded with traffic going the same place. I miss living on the east coast. Everything felt so smaller.
Traffic was really starting to get backed up now. Stop and go. Stop and go. It was really annoying. I knew it would be like this if I went anywhere though so, there is no point in trying to go anywhere besides the main way through. It wasn't long until you started getting "those" people. The people that slam on the brakes at the last minute, and merge like they are trying to dodge a bullet, or maybe trying to dodge a Dodge that came flying over the median. I just sat here, wanting it to end; set me free on the open road.
A few long minutes later, traffic picked up a bit. We were back up to 50mph, which I guess was not really traffic. I decided to look around see what was in this city, what made it so popular besides being a cheaper Las Vegas. It didn't look bad really. I actually liked it. All of a sudden, I looked down. The car in front of me slammed on the brakes. Without hesitant, I slammed on the brakes as hard as I could and braced for impact. Luckily, I didn't hit the guy, which was good.
If you thought I was out of danger, you'd be wrong. My sigh of relief was cut short by the sudden force pushing me back into my seat. Something started cutting the side of my leg, and my arms went flying everywhere. I felt a cold liquid on my head: blood. I thought that was the end, but my car was flying now. I had no way of controlling it, and then the worse of it all happened. The car skidded sideways until it hit the sand and fell on its side before rolling over. Now, this is the part where I say some cliche dramatic quote, but no. I just screamed for dear life. It felt like an eternity until the car stopped rolling. When it did finish. I remember looking around. I saw the bent remains of my Subaru, and blood smeared on the airbags and dashboard. I couldn't feel my left leg, and my arms were too sore to move. I tried my hardest to unbuckle my seatbelt which was successful. However, I must have been too weak, because when I fell, I blanked out. Everything was black, and I just remember hearing the faint, weary words:
"Oh my god! Call an ambulance now!"
At the time, I had no idea what was happening, but it wasn't soon after until I realised, I had just been in an accident.