A Wreck/How fast Do You Fly
In October, my mother, Autumn, Farrah, and I were on our way to Farrah's fall festival for school. On the way, an older guy (60s or 70s--I forget) hit us and made my front and rear driver's side doors nonfunctional. I leapt from the car (I was having Mom drive, since I was unsure of the location of the festival), and asked the guy what he thought he was doing, demanding he look at what he did to my car. He told me it would be okay, that his work insurance would pay it all. He put his arm on my shoulder and then tried to shake my hand when I shook him off. I screamed at him not to touch me. I told him it was not okay, and he said he had been totally distracted. He told me, the cops, the insurance company that it was all his fault. Farrah and I went in the ambulance but were later judged okay--I just had some pretty strained muscles or something. I was so scared for myself and Farrah and so angry about it all that I cried quietly in the hospital for the longest time. that was October 9th. This is February. My car repeatedly broke down due to a post-wreck short that caused the trunk light to stay on. I also had to get the body work done (which the insurance did indeed pay for), and I finally got the car back yesterday. Such a problem. I have not driven my own vehicle for two months, relying on my parents, staying home, etc. I have been borrowing Ben's parents' van for the last month of all this. That said, my vehicle feels strange, like an alien craft. It is low to the ground, the nose invisible to me as I drive, making me cautious with turns and other vehicles. I am terrified of another wreck now that i have it back, more so than when I was worried about messing up his parents' van. I know it will come back to me, the sense of ownership, the confidence of being falsely invincible. Until then, it is quite odd. I didn't even recognize it clean and in one piece, suspicious they had switched it until I saw the stains in the back floor and the little leafy bits in the trunk.
I still need to turn in hospital bills when I can round them all up, as well as ambulance fees. My mother keeps talking to our insurance about how they were supposed to forward some information we filled out to the state after they added a bit to it. This has cost her a suspended license, which my dad would die if he found out. Such a big deal that maybe wouldn't have been if I had driven. It wouldn't have been so difficult. I don't blame myself for all of this. I didn't cause the wreck. I am not in charge of faxing. I just want it to be over. I want to feel the highway beneath the tires and feel how fast I really fly.
I still need to turn in hospital bills when I can round them all up, as well as ambulance fees. My mother keeps talking to our insurance about how they were supposed to forward some information we filled out to the state after they added a bit to it. This has cost her a suspended license, which my dad would die if he found out. Such a big deal that maybe wouldn't have been if I had driven. It wouldn't have been so difficult. I don't blame myself for all of this. I didn't cause the wreck. I am not in charge of faxing. I just want it to be over. I want to feel the highway beneath the tires and feel how fast I really fly.