I was late as usual, always in a rush. I pulled my car out into the street and started frantically making my way through the busy street. I could not be late today; this was too big of a day for me. I honked and tried to weave in and out of traffic, moving from lane to lane quickly and frantically. Maybe it was my hurry that caused it, I really cant be sure, but I thought that I could make it as I saw the light turning red. I remember seeing the car coming at me as it started moving through its lane, quickly approaching like a torpedo. The last thing I remember was the loud awful crash as the car hit me and the metal crashing in and around me. I immediately blacked out as the car spun out of control, everything was black......
I felt like I was in a dream. I remember somehow reaching my hand down and feeling something warm, something wet. I pulled my hand back and saw it coated in blood. My head was unable to move, I could feel a brace holding it in place. The paramedics were talking to me, I tried to make out what they were saying but it was like a silent film. I fought to keep my eyes open as they asked me to, but I just couldn't. I heard the monitors, heard them frantically moving about, now yelling. It felt hard to breath, hard to move, hard to just lie there in that ambulance. I fought to stay with them somehow.
The first thing I heard was the beeping of the hospital machines beside me. My eyes fluttered as I tried to open them slowly, but they felt so heavy. I tried to move but I couldn't feel anything, it felt like a heavy weight lay on top of me as I was motionless. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as I desperately tried to open my eyes. I could make out the shape of my mom's face, and then I heard his voice, his sweet voice telling me to "open my eyes". I could hear the fear in their voices and knew that they were standing above me, but my eyes slowly shut as I was unable to keep them open, their voices began to fade.
I sat up and realizd how good it felt to be anything but horizontal in that bed. I was a lucky girl; they told me over and over again just how lucky I was to be alive. I had barely escaped death and they couldn't explain how I had somehow beat the odds, but here I was, alive and able to talk about it. I turned my head back and forth, and realized that simple sensation felt amazing. The doctors came in and gave me the good news that it was time to go home, I was ecstatic. I couldn't wait to get out of this hospital bed; it had been so long since I slept in my own bed. I knew from that moment on things were going to be different.