In a heart beat, my world changed.
I woke up in the hospital 4 days later, no recolaection
but slowly, slowly, the memories inserted themselves.
the red car that didn't stop at the red light,
the squeel of tires the smell of burnt rubber,
how the glass shattered,
how my head banged against the door as we rolled and rolled,
and when we finally stopped, the look of blood covering one eye
and the pieces of metel lain strew about as if just misplaced by a child
and some one pulling me out of the car, telling me it's going to blow,
and running away even though it hurt,
no thought of my mom or dad or two baby sisters still in the car
teh ehat of teh explosion as it knocked me to my stomach,
and my horrified expression as i looked back knowing no one could have survived.
and as teh memories return i sit in teh hospital bed and wish....
i was never pulled out of the car.