The Accident : A Short Story : The Story Of A Story

I pushed open the door, and grabbed my brothers’ hand, as I held him beside the car. I couldn't feel anything, my body felt completely numb. More cars started to pull over, and people started to climb out and call 911. Staring through the shattered windshield, I saw my mother's blood covered face.

The car was completely compressed so we weren't able to move on our own free will. The police had to shut down all four lanes of the causeway. Barricades were put up on both ends and no one was allowed near my car besides authorized personnel. While the fireman sawed off every door of my Envoy, three ambulances awaited us. Brandon on the other hand was in such bad condition that he had a fifty percent chance of living. I looked back at him and his neck was snapped forward and his mouth dripped in blood his face looked completely lifeless. His face was turning blue from suffocating from the seat belt that entangled his neck. They immediately sent Brandon on his way to the hospital on a Helicopter. You could hear the propellers of the helicopter wailing over everything else that was going on, even the sawing of the doors. One by one each of us were put onto a stretcher. Everyone soaked in blood not saying a word to one another and in a state that none of us were able to move. All I could hear were the moans of pain from my friends and the horns in the distance from the impatient onlookers.

I open my eyes slowly. The light shining brightly into the car causes me to squint my eyes. I look to my right and see the ambulance trying to open the door, they're saying something, but I cant make it out. All i hear is ringing. I look over at Alva, my sister to make sure she's alright. She wasn't. Her once beautiful pale skin now looks blue and bruised, eyes wide and bloodshot empty of life. She looks terrible. Her head looks like it slammed into the steering wheel then hit the window, from the way the window is shatter and the big gash on the side of her head as well as her now crooked nose. The way her shoulder and collar bones sit is off they look crooked, like something pushed them up. It was a sight I wished I never saw. I looked away, focusing on the ambulance. maybe I should push on the door to help them, I try but I cant move all to well. My movements are slow and weak, I'm not much help. I can barely breath my chest feels like its being pushed on. I'm tired anyways maybe I should take a nap, the ambulance can get in on there

Then, I begin driving and heading home listening to some old summer songs and gazing at the scenic lively orange sunset. A red traffic light was ahead of me and the Silver Toyota Camry in front of me touched her breaks and so I followed. My car was almost on a complete stop and then I heard a thunderous noise, the airbags deployed, my body hit my steering wheel and my car hit the Camry in front of me. My heart begun aching and beating certainly fast. I just rested there trying to figure out what had happened. Then a tall thin male that appeared to in his early twenties arrived and removed me out of my car. He said, “I am so sorry for rear-ending your car, I wasn’t paying attention.” I was confused. I was furious. The police, fire truck,

We had no time to stop. Our car rammed into the driver’s side of the other car. Right before it happened I was looking down at the floor and when I heard my sister scream from the back seat I looked up and saw a white flash and then grey smoke. Everything was in slow motion. It seemed as the airbags slowly popped out the car’s dashboard and side doors, the windshield slowly started the spider web crack, and grey ashy smoke filled the car. My mom slowed move the car out of the middle of the road. Our school objects were flung throughout the car. My sister was asking “What happened”. Her nose was bleeding. My mom was freaking out about what just had happened. At least 20 people jumped out of their cars and came to see how we were doing. My sister turned around and noticed that the white compact car disappeared. I was hardly breathing, trying to stay awake as the stranger asked me questions. I could hear the ambulance the coming from down the road. My neck was aching so bad, my chest felt like fire ran away where the seatbelt held me in, and my abdomen was throbbing. The white car reappeared just as the ambulance pulled up to the scene. The driver’s side of the car

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.

In an instant the car didn’t stop. Our car was bigger than it so it ricocheted off us. My mom’s car airbags deployed at 400 miles per hour, but my mom put her arm out to stop mine. The doctor said if she hadn’t done that, I would’ve broken a few bones in my face, and maybe my neck. Meanwhile in the other car, he went flying in the other direction, luckily he didn’t have a passenger because the whole side of the car was smashed in. After the airbags deployed, she anticipated hitting the telephone pole. My mom had taken this route to work everyday for 6 years, but she was wrong. We drove straight into the soybean field. My mom couldn’t touch the brake to stop the car so we drove through half of the field before stopping. Splosh, splosh of all the water and mud splashing as we got out of the car. My mom yells my name to make sure I am okay, then we hustled over to the other man’s car.

There was nothing I could do, it was too late. The last minute of the collision was like a dance as the two vehicles twisted and circled and then embraced each other as they slumped to the ground with such power. The noise of the crash rang in my ears. Glass flew in every direction. I screamed over the music. I was paralysed in terror as the heavy metal truck crushed onto the top of my car. All I could taste in my mouth was the numbing sensation of warm, salty blood. Out of nowhere the dark red substance was all over me, it oozed from every place of my body. I closed my eyes and wondered if I was going to die. The last thing I could recall before I passed out was a blue bird swooping through my car window, then blackness filled my head as it hit the steering

“Billy, we must be able to walk in here! You’ve got to watch where you are laying those tracks!” Mom was exasperated with my electric train obsession. The black plastic tracks crisscrossed the entire living room and dining room floor in such a way that I had developed a hopscotch pattern of ambulating to my room. I had created hills out of piles of old phone books and shoe boxes and rivers with my large collection of blue t-shirts. The tracks wound their way around the homemade terrain; grey clouds of engineered smoke rose from the chimney of the locomotive. The train cars click-clacked at a steady rate around the long and winding track until they hit a bump where the track was not connected properly. I would race to the site of the accident and hurry to determine the cause of the mishap. The more time I spent with the trains, the fewer the number of collisions occurred. The train set has become a prized possession that links me to the close relationship I had with my grandfather.

It was 2:00 am I was sitting on my couch, thinking of something to do.Then a thought popped up in my mind. My thought was to make my own apple company with one of my friends, we would sell apple on the road for 10 cents an apple.

At the time I didn’t really remember much of what happened or what I was even doing before the crash. I sat quietly in the car, staring out the window not really knowing what to think or do. I got to the hospital and when I told them I was in a car accident they were asking if was a little fender bender. When I told them my car flipped a few times they looked at me like I was crazy and really did need help until I showed them the picture. They brought me back and I got in my robe and was laying in the hospital bed talking to my girlfriend about how lucky or blessed I was. I looked her in her eyes and said “Kiaya, if this would’ve happened last week I would be dead right now.” The week before I was saved and gave my life to Jesus Christ. They ran a series of tests on me from X-rays, CT scans, and everything in between. The only visible injury I had was a small scratch on my neck from my seat belt but other than that no one would have known I was in a crash that extreme. My Mom eventually arrived and once I was done going through everything we went

During that split second the world was slow motion with purposeless objects flying in all possible directions. Looking ahead I saw an old grey haired women with bagged eyes and a bloody lipstick, she appeared to be in her late seventies. A mutual feeling of shock and horror was shared through a stare. That was the moment when dots in my brain connected and prepared me for an upcoming collision. A collision that involved me. Memory loss was first, then came a roaring bang that notified me of my first vehicular collision. I felt stunned and confused to what had just happened. My brain functioned and processed at a lazier rate than regular, struggling to connect pieces. Every possible airbag in my vehicle was deployed and I could until days later taste the firework-like toxic fumes deep down my esophagus. My two main concerns in the situation were the razor-sharp pieces of shattered glass and the torturing high-pitched ringing in the both of my ears, blocking them of all outside noise. One voice however, did manage to reach out and fully grab my attention. It was the calming voice of a paramedic with guts made of iron, who rapidly hauled my sluggish body out of the demolished vehicle and laid me on the fresh scented asphalt. Each water drop they sprayed on my face bounced off as steam into the scorching atmosphere. Many struggled to

Another wreck happened when I was two years old. I was in the backseat while my mom was driving. A drunk driver crossed into the centerline and hit our car head on. If my mom didn’t have a seatbelt on, she would’ve went through the windshield. I came out with a few cuts and bruises while my mom had a concussion and her left

I wasn’t able to speak. I could barely even breath. I looked to my left to see tears running down my older sister’s face. She was breathing heavily, mumbling words.I couldn’t catch what she was exactly saying, though. I looked her over, checking for any injuries. I found none, thankfully, and looked outside to see the other car. The lady was okay and unharmed and her car was perfectly fine, not a scratch in sight. I was looking around, as many cars passed by us, slowing down to see the scene and driving over the broken parts on the road. Soon enough, everyone was out of the cars, checking the harm that was just caused not even five minutes ago. The wind still whistling and cars rushed past us. The police was called and soon, the sirens were heard and flashes of red and blue were seen. The officer asked many questions, but i wasn’t paying attention. All that was going through my head was, “oh my gosh, we just crashed.” I saw another flash of blue and red and

It was a very hard hit to where it knocked me out but I came to my senses shortly after. I looked around me to figure out what had happened and I noticed that the car was flipped and there was glass and blood everywhere. My neck was in a lot of pain so I couldn’t turn around to look at my friends. I started calling out there names and I got no response. I started shaking and crying. I moved my left arm to try and hit my sister to get her attention and I got a hold of her and there still was no response even after I kept hitting her. I heard people outside of the car and I saw bright flashing lights but I started to go dim I felt my body go into shock so that’s when I started yelling for help. The police were already there and they kept telling me to stay awake and that everything was going to be okay. They also asked me how many passengers I had and if they are okay. I said I wasn’t for sure. They finally got the car flipped over on its wheels. They brought a stretcher over and some bags and I've seen what body bags look like and they seemed similar to what they were carrying. I started loosing it because deep down I knew it was my