Last night... Pt. 1.
I am not going to be able to tell you as detailed as a post as Jennifer, but this is my side of the story...
We are driving along, talking, when dad suddenly screams, teeth clenched, "SHIT", slamming down on the breaks, I thought it was just a car, but I look out, and it's a fucking person, (I am right behind dad, in the car, and you really can't see anything, especially from the drivers point of view, as they make the seats massive). I jam my legs into the ground too, as just in shock, dad then screamed "OH NO!" as the guy hit the windscreen. Dad gets out of the car straight away, to call an ambulance. I can't believe what's happened, and look up, Jennifer tells me, not to look, but being the nosey, and stupid, person, that I am, I look, he is just lieing there, not moving, with blood trickling from his head, Jennifer catches me, and tells me to stop looking. I am breathing heavily, I never been through shock before, it's quite scary, you breath like you are hyperventilating, and you start to shake. Jennifer gets out of the car, and I stay seated, breathing, and some how I laugh to myself, (I know this sounds horrible, but under any situation, I always smirk, or laugh, I hate doing it, but I can't help myself). One of the girls that saw him get hit, came to the car, asking if we had any emergency cones, to direct traffic away, we had none, luckily, we were right near a servo, so the shop assistant, ran out with two cones. Cars were fucking beeping, how anyone could be so insensitive, I have no fucking idea, until they saw the guy lieing in the middle of the road, that shut them up. I get out of the car, this is when the guy starts to move, trying to get up, he is in a lot of pain, moaning, luckily, there are people helping him, before the ambulance came. Jennifer, and I move onto the path, I am hugging Jennifer, not wanting to let go, I ask her if she is ok, she answers, "I'm fine", but I can tell she isn't, she looks like she is about to cry, I try to comfort her, but she is the one doing more of the comforting. I am still shaking, and breathing heavily, I look over at dad, he is in between the car, and the guy, and he is just standing there, helpless, I feel so fucking sorry for him. It makes me think of those stupid drink driving commercials, were the same thing happens, but the driver is drunk, it wasn't dad's fault at all, the guy just ran out, and I believe it, as, even though it's a highway, we were like one lane from the path, he could have waited, I don't think there were any other cars behind us. I am in Jennifer's arms still, and I look over at the guy, his head is bad. The ambulance have arrived, and so have the police.
Part 2, done late
We are driving along, talking, when dad suddenly screams, teeth clenched, "SHIT", slamming down on the breaks, I thought it was just a car, but I look out, and it's a fucking person, (I am right behind dad, in the car, and you really can't see anything, especially from the drivers point of view, as they make the seats massive). I jam my legs into the ground too, as just in shock, dad then screamed "OH NO!" as the guy hit the windscreen. Dad gets out of the car straight away, to call an ambulance. I can't believe what's happened, and look up, Jennifer tells me, not to look, but being the nosey, and stupid, person, that I am, I look, he is just lieing there, not moving, with blood trickling from his head, Jennifer catches me, and tells me to stop looking. I am breathing heavily, I never been through shock before, it's quite scary, you breath like you are hyperventilating, and you start to shake. Jennifer gets out of the car, and I stay seated, breathing, and some how I laugh to myself, (I know this sounds horrible, but under any situation, I always smirk, or laugh, I hate doing it, but I can't help myself). One of the girls that saw him get hit, came to the car, asking if we had any emergency cones, to direct traffic away, we had none, luckily, we were right near a servo, so the shop assistant, ran out with two cones. Cars were fucking beeping, how anyone could be so insensitive, I have no fucking idea, until they saw the guy lieing in the middle of the road, that shut them up. I get out of the car, this is when the guy starts to move, trying to get up, he is in a lot of pain, moaning, luckily, there are people helping him, before the ambulance came. Jennifer, and I move onto the path, I am hugging Jennifer, not wanting to let go, I ask her if she is ok, she answers, "I'm fine", but I can tell she isn't, she looks like she is about to cry, I try to comfort her, but she is the one doing more of the comforting. I am still shaking, and breathing heavily, I look over at dad, he is in between the car, and the guy, and he is just standing there, helpless, I feel so fucking sorry for him. It makes me think of those stupid drink driving commercials, were the same thing happens, but the driver is drunk, it wasn't dad's fault at all, the guy just ran out, and I believe it, as, even though it's a highway, we were like one lane from the path, he could have waited, I don't think there were any other cars behind us. I am in Jennifer's arms still, and I look over at the guy, his head is bad. The ambulance have arrived, and so have the police.
Part 2, done late