Sep 15, 2008 00:21
when the car hit us, i thought it was a bomb. i was sure of it.
two or three minutes later, we rammed the truck in front of us. i was sure of it.
in the ambulance, i wondered if derek stared at a similar ceiling. then i remembered he wasn't staring at anything.
when they tried to give me oxygen, for no reason i was angry. then i breathed easier.
when he asked for my social security number, what i gave was half student, half phone.
panic and stress do strange things to your mind.