My Past

Hello everyone! I hope everyone is staying safe at home! I thought I would give you another piece of reading to help pass time time. WARNING: This is a dark piece. Not for sensitive heart. It’s about my reality on April 18, 2011 the day my world changed.

The windshield wipers beat against the falling snow peppering my windshield. I sped down the highway in the early morning light. April and its snowing!  I looked at the clock as I sped past the big red semi truck. 6:58 I’m late.  With a flick of my wrist like putting on mascara I changed lanes. The camero with a mind of its own began to spin out of control holding on for dear life it came to a dead stop. A cross on the highway. I turned to to my left and stared at that same semi driver. Quickly I put my hand on the gear shift. I’ll throw it in reverse my mom will kill be but I’ll live. 

Critical mistake. I glanced back and stared at the driver in a blink of an eye. It’s my last look as we stare each other down. The car explodes in a sound of metal on metal, glass popping and bending before shattering into a thousand pieces. Blur. 

Light snow is falling in on me, I sit quietly. I’m at peace in a world of disaster.  A stranger yells through the shattered roof of the Camero to me asking for someone to call. I spit out my work number then my parents number. I was suppose to open the department, guess I’ll be late I think. Another man discusses trying to pull me out of passenager side of the car. Some how the door works which is amazing. But he quickly realizes I’m pinned. It’s cold and numb and everything blurs around me. A blanket is draped on me trying to keep me warm but I’m to out of it to tell them it isn’t any use. I’m numb. 

The sirens blar in the background. The sounds of people yelling. All slowly fade into the background. Then its screech pulls me back to reality. The jaws of life opening up the car. 

Once I’m finally free they slowly wrap my neck up and remove me. The bump as I’m placed on the stretcher, and deposited into the back of the ambulance. With a blar of the sirens and lights I’m taken away. To my new reality. The reality of brain damage, four broken ribs, fractured spine, and collapsed lung. Many years of healing ahead of me.

This was my life nine years ago. April 18, 2011. The day I stopped writing. The day I still struggle to deal with the nightmares plaguing my mind. However the silver lining came three years ago, when I could write again. So begins the journey to my dreams.