We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.
I remembered being held back by people but I was fighting back, wanting to go see if my dad was okay. My mom stood crying to the side, her body shaking with her sobs.
I closed my eyes real quick and opened them and I was in the hospital. All my friends and family were their surrounding me. When I looked down I had broken both of my legs when I was hit by the car.
I thought I was gone died that day cause I never experience’s something like that before. We open the washroom door there were two huge trees in our living room and the roof cave in. My mother start screaming and crying, and the house down there street was all gone, but it was some houses that didn’t get hit. I come out and I could do was fall on my knees and start crying until I just couldn’t cry no more. My mother hug me so tight and I said I love you so much and I told her I love her too. There were power lines down in the street so my mother sent me for help and as I’m walking in the street and I see this lady on the ground and then I run to her to see she was ok but it was too late she was already gone that’s when I knew she were dead. I didn’t know what to do so I found this blanket that I found in the street and I just cover her body. That was my first time seeing a dead body without it being in a casket. I couldn’t find nobody so I headed back home and told my mother what I did and she was in shock. But there was houses that didn’t get that’s when the neighbors came out and everybody was asking are you ok. I was so mad I didn’t want to say
“To the airport!” then the cheers got even louder, I swear I went deaf for a couple seconds. Halfway to the airport and our car was like a party, blasting music that overflowed my ears and felt like a volcano explosion, man I was having the time of my life; But it felt like that feeling fell apart when my dad pulled to the side for the third time and I was really, really confused. I knew everyone probably figured out what was going on except me. Then my dad said everything was okay and soon we were back on the highway. My cousin shouted something over the music to my dad and I think he heard it because next thing you know we’re pulling over again. My dad told everyone to get their things and get out of the car as quick as they can. I was scared
Boom, I wake up in the morning and see my mom opening her mouth over and over again. I was as slow as a sloth, I could barely move. Oh my gosh, I completely forgot that I had a religious event in Chicago today. My mom asked me if I wanted to go, I wasn't sure, so I just said yes. I think I was thirteen at the time. I got ready and soon after, we left the house.
It was that evening in the hospital, me my dad, my brother, grandmother, and aunt were all waiting patiently in the lobby of the hospital waiting for the news about my uncle. Then the nurse came out.
and I found my dad making sure nothing was damaged so I sat on the old flatbed trailer and after a while my dad shouted “hey trace I am going inside I am hungry” so I sat there for a while then my mom called me to come eat and I climbed down the vehicle ramps and then I slipped and hit my forehead right on the razor sharp edge then it was blank
Then the song when off and the radio presenter came on to talk on the station, but we don’t like to listen to them talk, we only want to hear the music, so my sister was a “curious george” and put the parking break down and things got out of hand. The Jeep started rolling down the hill towards my great grandparents house and when I realized that the Jeep was rolling down, I got scared and jumped out of the window of the back seat so I wouldn’t get in trouble because I knew things were about to go bad. So once I jumped out the window the Jeep soon after ran into the porch of my great grandparents house and at that point I knew we were about to get killed by my mother and great grandparents.
From here on it was all a blurr. I only remember bits and pieces. My mom, Madi, and everyone else had to fill me on about what all happened. As I “woke” up I realized I was in a hospital bed, I started to freak out because I had forgotten about the whole entire day and what had all happened. I looked around, my family surrounded me, and I noticed I had scrapes all over my body. The doctors had to
My eyes were filled with tears and my hands sweaty. I was nervous about how mommy would look after coming home from the hospital. I was 10, it was daytime outside, but inside and all around me it was nighttime, darkness was coming and it filled me with terror. My mother worked as a nurse in the local hospital, I could smell her uniform even today.
It was a day after the wedding and waking up to the soft breeze coming in through the opened windows was so peaceful. The white, long curtains were blowing from side to side. As I got out of bed, I went straight to my closet to get dressed and got ready for the day. I knew it was going to be a busy and productive day so I wore a baggy pair of gray sweatpants and a solid color t-shirt. I went downstairs to a big breakfast. I sat down at the table as my husband sat down. The table was my parents from when they got married but they had purchased a new one and passed it down to us when we first moved into our new home. As my husband set a stack of pancakes on the table, he sat down and we talked about the wedding and how much work is ahead of us.
Anyway, that 's just a little bit of what I was feeling. But it wasn 't like a sense of danger, it was like gaining knowledge that you just know something really bad will happen. And not being able to do anything about it just made it all worse. What sucked even more was when I was able to recognize it. Something horrible would happen and the white flash would come. That basically told me, 'Hey buddy that sickening feeling you just felt was a warning for this.