Cold Winter - Original Writing

I can recall the day it happened, like it was yesterday, the air had a certain emptiness to it. It felt cold, barren, but it just felt like any normal rough day, where everything would not go your way. I arrived home from hockey practice like I do every Thursday with my father and was ready to lay down before I did my homework. Then we got the call and we bolted to the emergency room at Mercy Hospital. The nurse took us into a waiting room and we heard the heartbreaking news from the physician and the room went still. It was not a typical quiet but so quiet that you could almost hear your heart pounding out of your chest. When we saw my Mother, and we shockingly gazed what the car crash did to her it was a completely eye-opening. This could not be your Mother; that is all

I just could not believe what happened. My night was going so good, then all of a sudden it turned into a nightmare. The entire ride home I just stared out the window at the pitch black sky. My dad and I never spoke a word the whole time. When we approached the place where I wrecked, I tensed up and closed my eyes. It made me sick to my stomach to see the truck upside down. The next thing I knew we were pulling into my driveway. When I got inside, I hugged my dad and told him I loved him and I was sorry for what happened. I then did what the nurse said and went in the shower. As I stood in the shower with the warm water hitting my face, the accident kept playing over and over in my head. With all of the glass and dirt washed out of my hair, I went to bed. It was beyond relaxing to lay in my bed. I layed there for a few moments,then slowly drifted to

Three days earlier on a wintery morning. I walked out of my warm apartment, as the cold breeze instantly smacked me in the face, even with my woolly, Christmas themed sweater and thick, quilted coat I was still cold. The sky was washed with grey clouds, as the ground was covered in crisp, white snow. The wind whooshed and whistled past my ears giving me the shivers; I quickly ran through the deep,

The speakers were blaring AC/DC’s “For Those About to Rock”, my hands saluting in the air, I was headed to bear lake in my car and was well. Then it happened. A full 900 degree barrel, on the interstate going 80mph. So there I was sitting on the interstate, in the dark, upside-down in my car. The cause of this crash was a simple fluke. My right tire was not inflated and it popped. So when I hit the brakes my car dug into the road and flipped. At this point in my life I had never had something that dramatic happen. For the next week and a half I found glass, in crevices it should never be found.

It was mid-summer on a beautiful day, where the birds were singing and kids run about here and there. Playing by the playground with my friends and neighbors, I heard a siren. It was all too normal to hear this song of urgency when you live near the highway, but this one was different. It was closer, it was louder, it was outside the towns entrance. People rushed to the site to see what had occurred so close to home. As my group came closer, a white car stare back at us, but it was a stranger’s car, one we were not familiar with, a sigh of relief. Behind that car, another car lies on its hood, flipped and shattered. I heard my friend cried, she screamed to move forward but was held back. Firemen and police officers rushing to pull out two bodies. They were young, younger than we were, one was little girl lying in the ambulance, my friend’s little sister. Only fourteen, her first year in high school, but she was motionless. Her boyfriend, the driver, disoriented, but he was fine, only a scar on the forehead. I found out later my friend, the driver drove drunk and crossed a red light, the oncoming vehicle smashed into the passenger side and little T left us that day.

I decided to sit in the front as the navigator alongside with my father having possession of the wheel. As my father was driving, my sister was explaining why she is so excited to watch the movie. My sister then proclaimed, “It’s a movie that is based on the novel written by Suzanne Col--.” At that moment my sister stopped midway through her conversation, pointing with fear at a motorcyclist having blood gushing through his leg. The man glanced deep into my eyes, and I thought in my mind that will never happen to me. It was a tragedy when I observed the accident, and I was acting a bit too conceited. Two miles had passed the traffic from this accident was tremendous, a full stop. Luckily, my father spotted in the corner of his pupil that the nearest lane to the sidewalk was accessible, and nobody was driving on it surprisingly. We went ahead to move to the right, changing lanes carefully to reach the lane. At that instant, my dad then increased speed to 45 miles per hour to get to the theatre slightly quicker. As we were advancing through this lane at immense speed, a Toyota Civic with a brown tint then tried to change lanes. My dad was furious that he did not want the car to cut him off when it was his right of way. My dad then commented with a temper, “No!” Stomping on the gas pedal, he increased his acceleration to a rushing 75 miles per hour to prevent the car from cutting us off. The car continued to change lanes carelessly without a turn signal. At that moment, all I remembered was glass being shattered everywhere. My heart then stopped, and I was whiplashed with massive force having my head collide with the dashboard. Furthermore, all I saw was pitch black, and I did not know what was happening. After six minutes have passed, I regained some consciousness, shaking my head and trying to gain coordination with my eyes. All that I could hear is an old woman’s voice with

As we were approaching a traffic light by a gas station and the mall, we were suppose to go to, a red light had come up with approximately five to six cars in line ahead of us. When my mom pressed on the brakes to stop, she noticed the car wasn’t slowing down along with us getting even closer and closer to the cars ahead of us. That's when she realized there was something wrong with the breaks moreover she had to think fast before we crashed into all the cars in front of us, in like manner, causing a big accident. With such small time, my mom made a quick turn which involved in passing the island and getting us on the other side of the road.

One day, I was coming to RVCC from my home. I left my home at 6:15am because I had a class at 7:00 am. The weather was foggy and it was raining so much that morning. I was heading toward north to exit 14B. Exit 14B is on the right side if you come from south. So I moved from middle lane to express lane. As I was about to take the exit, one brand new Mercedes- Benz came from all the way left lane to express lane without showing the side light plus he was speeding. He tried to get in front of my car and it hit the passenger side of my car with great force. Since it was raining, my car skidded and hit the side railing of the road, I got really scared and my car’s driver side door was fully damaged and also my left side. Also the car coming behind me tried to pull the break, and he was able to control his car so. I and that guy, who was driving Mercedes- Benz we both stood on the 287, right at the exit. Because there was no other place we can go. I was sitting in the car, for the first 10 minutes, I was so terrified, I felt paralyzed. I did not know what happen, I was breathing very fast because I felt like I was choking. I was crying and all the emotions are just shooting on me. Because this is the first time I have been in the accident, I called the cops and I was more terrified from cops. I did not know, what will cop do and whose fault that would be? I did not know at the time that I was experiencing the biological and physiological underpinnings of trauma.

Everything was in slow motion, I had closed my eyes so I couldn’t see anything during the crash, but the hard impact made me jerk forward and open my eyes, I almost hit the wheel but my arms flexed and caught the force like it was an instinct. I released my foot from the gas pedal slowly and quickly turning my head in all directions to see what just happened. Seeing if anyone got hurt. The golf cart tipped over on the passenger's side and my grandpa was on the ground head looking towards the ground. I panicked and I quickly got up not worrying if I was hurt and seeing if everyone else was okay. I started to cry because I didn't want him to be hurt, especially of how old he was. I started to hear him laughing and saw that my sister, cousin, and grandpa were all laughing and I cried more from the relief that no one was seriously hurt. We quickly picked up the golf cart and put it up right seeing if there was any damage, but thankfully there was none.” Did anyone get hurt?” I asked in a hushed voice. Noticing that my sister and cousin were brushing their hair and clothes off from the dust all over

As I swing the bat I hear the bat smacking the ball and hitting a bullet over the pitcher’s head to tie the game. It’s the middle of the day and I’m playing for the champion chip game, on Cutler it takes most people a while to find because its hiding in the far back of Penn Lin park. Me and my teammates, coaches, parents, and the people that came to see the game. Everything is going good except for one thing and that is were losing I say to myself before I go up to bat. I’m taking my cuts and warming up “I want to get up so bad” I say to my coach “as long as Tapp gets a hit you will” “don’t worry he will” coach said after a pause. I’m watching the pitcher he will I say to myself. I’m opening the gate grabbing the bat that was tossed towards the dugout and throw it to Mike the batter that awaits after me. I’m looking down the third baseline looking for a signal but nothing is given so now I’m stepping into the box. Me and the pitcher are staring at each other he starts his motion and throws the pitch speeds in low and in the dirt “ball” I hear the umpire say. Two more pitches come in just even more wild so now I’m in a 3-0 count and I step closer to the plate so close the white lines are under my feet. The pitcher doesn’t want to load the bases he starts up and throws a meatball down the middle but I’m forced not to swing because of the count, “man I hope he gives me a pitch like that again and I will smoke it” this time I’m stepping in the box with more eagerness. The pitcher starts his windup releases the ball it’s a meatball I

We were at a dead stand still for about thirty minutes, after we had moved we came to a stop next to a police officer on the side of the road. My dad rolled down the window and asked the officer what had happened and he said that there was a bad accident involving two semis and some other cars. After the wreckage had been moved out of the way we began to start moving again. The accident finally came into view and you could see a giant hole in the side of one of the semis of where the other had hit it. To move completely through the accident it took about an hour so we still had another hour to go before we reached my aunts. Finally after twelve hours of driving we had finally reached our destination and right as we pulled into the driveway we were happily greeted by our

Getting through the day without thinking about that car was difficult. Then realization hit me… I needed to walk back home. Making it across 75, I was exactly four blocks from my house. The day seemed long and dragging. As I embraced the warm sun, I was two blocks away. As I am trying to remember, I get hit with an agonizing pain in my head. Waiting a minute for the pain to subside, I continued my horrific experience. Two blocks, that was all I had to go. I glanced to my left to see the blue Civic roaring as fast as it could and suddenly everything went black. A wet droplet falls down my cheek. Assuming it was water I try wipe it off. I realized that whoever that Civic driver was, kidnapped me and tied my hands behind my back. My fingers traced the knot, creating a mental picture of the knot in my head. With that picture, I squeezed my tiny fingers through the knot and managed to get it loose enough to slip my hands out. Wiping my face, I figured out that the water was actually blood oozing out of my ear. I tried not to panic, and kept telling myself that it will all be over soon. I feel around the darkness for a light switch or a

It's been 2 years since the accident happened. I was sixteen years old, driving a dark blue SUV. Both of my parents were in the back seat, when from out of nowhere, a giant 18-wheeler and my car collided into each other. I remember hearing the sirens and feeling the heat of the fire creeping closer to me, but then I blacked out. I remember coming in and out of the darkness.

The final test she gave me was to get on the expressway. I was screaming in the inside. At first I thought she was joking, then as I was getting close to it, I noticed it she wasn’t. I didn’t want to get on, I was thinking of excuses to give to my mom or to just tell her I didn't want to drive any more. Before I got to the expressway I started to go over how I was going to do it once I was there. All I wanted to do at that time was to go home. As I started to press on the gas, I started to feel my heart pounding faster than ever as if it wanted to leave my chest. I wasn’t going to let my fears stop me from getting what I wanted. I switched to the left lane and made sure I was at a good distance from other cars and on the speed limit. I knew I had to relax, I was holding on to the steering wheel so tight, I felt my hands were getting stuck to it. “Get off in the next exit”, my mom said. I instantly felt a rush of adrenaline all over my body. I couldn’t believe it, I was finally

As soon as I walk outside, the cold air hits me. The grass is frosted over, and the porch is slick with ice. The moment I get in the truck the cold disappears; the truck is all warm. We are ready to hit the road. My mom asks if I brought my long sleeve shirt, and I assured her I did, even though I didn’t.