Car Accident
I got into a car accident last Saturday, the night after Michael broke up w/me and ran away to Orlando.
Since then I get petrified whenever I look up to my mirror and see the headlights of the car behind me coming closer. Sometimes I think that they are not going to stop just like they did that night and that maybe I won't be as lucky.
I hate that feeling, I'm really afraid. What I remember from my accident was standing at a red light waiting for it to turn green, looking up to my mirror and seeing the headlights not stop as they approached me. At seeing that I looked forward and closed my eyes. My glasses flew off with the momentum absorbed as I felt my whole body sway away from my seat. It all happened in a matter of seconds. I frantically search for my glasses, open the door of my car shaking and look at the damage of the other two cars. I go grab my cell phone to just realize that the battery was dead. I couldn't stop crying as someone approached me and asked if I was ok...and as I ask for their cell. I could only remember two numbers: Michael and my mom's.
His phone was off, I never felt so alone and hurt.
Now whenever I see lights approach me the same way I feel scared to be alone and maybe loose it all.
That was a close call.
Since then I get petrified whenever I look up to my mirror and see the headlights of the car behind me coming closer. Sometimes I think that they are not going to stop just like they did that night and that maybe I won't be as lucky.
I hate that feeling, I'm really afraid. What I remember from my accident was standing at a red light waiting for it to turn green, looking up to my mirror and seeing the headlights not stop as they approached me. At seeing that I looked forward and closed my eyes. My glasses flew off with the momentum absorbed as I felt my whole body sway away from my seat. It all happened in a matter of seconds. I frantically search for my glasses, open the door of my car shaking and look at the damage of the other two cars. I go grab my cell phone to just realize that the battery was dead. I couldn't stop crying as someone approached me and asked if I was ok...and as I ask for their cell. I could only remember two numbers: Michael and my mom's.
His phone was off, I never felt so alone and hurt.
Now whenever I see lights approach me the same way I feel scared to be alone and maybe loose it all.
That was a close call.