"...and the tears come streaming down your face..."
I didn't panic.
there wasn't time to panic.
really there wasn't anytime for anyhing it all happened so fast, like a bad dream, i couldn't even find time to disconnect emotianlly so everything i saw was in its pure, unprocessed, unrefined form.
there was no blood and no glass, no screams, really no sound at all - just confusion.
i got out of my car to see what was going on.
the other driver got out too and, as if coming out of a daze, said "help me!" or "tell me what to do!" or something like that.
there was only one thing to do.
i pulled out my cell phone and called 911; i told them where we were and what had happened and they said an ambulance was on the way.
meanwhile she woke up suddenly and started coughing, at least a sign she was alive.
no words, though.
and the driver collapsed and started crying.
i talked to other witnesses and the the sound of the ambulance in a distance.
fast, i thought,
once they arrived the strobe momentarily reminded me of being on ecstasy.
despite my desire to stay and see that it was concluded, i desperately needed a cigarette.
so i convinced myself i didn't care. and i left the moment the police showed up.
i hadn't done anything wrong, in fact i'm pretty sure i did everything right and i just wasn't in the mood to go into vivid detail here for their statement.
besides, i had class in the morning.
later that night, in a moment of weakness i stopped by the ER to see how she was doing.
they didn't expect her to live.
then much later that night she died.
they couldn't fix her.
RIP brianna sizemore.
there wasn't time to panic.
really there wasn't anytime for anyhing it all happened so fast, like a bad dream, i couldn't even find time to disconnect emotianlly so everything i saw was in its pure, unprocessed, unrefined form.
there was no blood and no glass, no screams, really no sound at all - just confusion.
i got out of my car to see what was going on.
the other driver got out too and, as if coming out of a daze, said "help me!" or "tell me what to do!" or something like that.
there was only one thing to do.
i pulled out my cell phone and called 911; i told them where we were and what had happened and they said an ambulance was on the way.
meanwhile she woke up suddenly and started coughing, at least a sign she was alive.
no words, though.
and the driver collapsed and started crying.
i talked to other witnesses and the the sound of the ambulance in a distance.
fast, i thought,
once they arrived the strobe momentarily reminded me of being on ecstasy.
despite my desire to stay and see that it was concluded, i desperately needed a cigarette.
so i convinced myself i didn't care. and i left the moment the police showed up.
i hadn't done anything wrong, in fact i'm pretty sure i did everything right and i just wasn't in the mood to go into vivid detail here for their statement.
besides, i had class in the morning.
later that night, in a moment of weakness i stopped by the ER to see how she was doing.
they didn't expect her to live.
then much later that night she died.
they couldn't fix her.
RIP brianna sizemore.