FUCK
I was going about 45 looked down for a second, saw that the car was beginning to turn left as the road was going right, turned too quick, slid, and flipped.
Everytime I looked at the car, I burst into sobs.... ;[
It's basically totalled.
I'm fine. Few bruises are beginning to show. Sore left shoulder.
Wore my seatbelt and the airbags knocked me out for a few seconds.
I remember seeing the car going off the side of the road, and flipping. It was like a slow motion silent movie. When I came to, the first word to come out of my mouth was, "FUCK." I awoke, still in my seatbelt, leaning on my left side. The car had been on its driver's side, still. The front windshield cracked badly, the front doors bent up, back windshield completely gone. That's how I got out, through the back windshield, nearly twisting my ankle on the way out. The first thing I had searched for was my cell phone. One of my skates from work and swiped the right side of my face taking my glasses.
I found my skates,
my apron,
my purse,
my cigs,
and my glasses all in tact.
I was at the scene for only 45min. The car had been turned over and taken away. I ride home, behind my mother, in my dad's truck. Tears fell freely. I was in denial for hours.
"Mom'll be home with the car."
"It's fine."
"The whole wreck was a dream."
Reality strikes, the pain slowly comes over me. The bruises begin to appear as I sat at the bottom of the shower. All the water on hot. No cold water.
I called in at work. Traci wasnt happy about it at all. It's raining alot, so business should be slow today, either way. I'll be going back Tuesday. But I've got Wednsday & Thursday off. Then the following Sunday, which is the day of Tim's party.
I'm just hoping nothing else that bad happens.
Everytime I looked at the car, I burst into sobs.... ;[
It's basically totalled.
I'm fine. Few bruises are beginning to show. Sore left shoulder.
Wore my seatbelt and the airbags knocked me out for a few seconds.
I remember seeing the car going off the side of the road, and flipping. It was like a slow motion silent movie. When I came to, the first word to come out of my mouth was, "FUCK." I awoke, still in my seatbelt, leaning on my left side. The car had been on its driver's side, still. The front windshield cracked badly, the front doors bent up, back windshield completely gone. That's how I got out, through the back windshield, nearly twisting my ankle on the way out. The first thing I had searched for was my cell phone. One of my skates from work and swiped the right side of my face taking my glasses.
I found my skates,
my apron,
my purse,
my cigs,
and my glasses all in tact.
I was at the scene for only 45min. The car had been turned over and taken away. I ride home, behind my mother, in my dad's truck. Tears fell freely. I was in denial for hours.
"Mom'll be home with the car."
"It's fine."
"The whole wreck was a dream."
Reality strikes, the pain slowly comes over me. The bruises begin to appear as I sat at the bottom of the shower. All the water on hot. No cold water.
I called in at work. Traci wasnt happy about it at all. It's raining alot, so business should be slow today, either way. I'll be going back Tuesday. But I've got Wednsday & Thursday off. Then the following Sunday, which is the day of Tim's party.
I'm just hoping nothing else that bad happens.