Chapter Thirty Five: Its alive

Its been a while since my last post. I was driving with Britany as our usual routine goes. We had gotten a pack of cigarettes at our usual kangaroo, then proceeded to the big city of greensboro. we went over the railroad tracks and such , and down through the city. We took a eft turn down friendly, the last thing i remember passing under was the mendenhall intersection. then we sat at a light for a little bit. I felt uneasy and poppe my feet up upon the dashboard. Then i saw the lights headed towards us. I turned to Brittany about ot say watch out. But as soon as i turned. I felt the cars collide with great force. I can still hear the screeching tires the twisting metal and exploding glass. And suddenly the time passed slower than the shards and shattered glass flying around us. I held my breath close within my chest as i felt the impact force it from my grip. It felt like a sack of hammers to the stomach. The smooth chill of the gas as it passed by my upperlip, the carress of the dash as it collided with both our skulls. the cocophony of silence that precluded that moment will live in memory forever as a haunting reminder. we embraced the night air as the last death bell rang out in the distant that surrounded our shrouds of metal wreckage. nothing human could describe the horrific view i saw. I felt myself gasping for the breath i had held for so long, i slowly regained it and tore off the seatbelt. I looked to my left and my right trying to see though my visions were blurring. I turned and looked at Brittany and saw her lying lifelss next to me. blood trickling down her nose and from her mouth. I called out her name she didnt answer. i slapped her cheek to wake her. she did not revive. I felt her neck she had a pulse. i tried to help her out. I felt around the steering panel and felt a gap where the dash met the wheel. I pulled with all my might, lacerating my hands. A stranger had come upon the window asking me questions i continued trying to save my friend. I thought she was going to die right there and it scared the hell out of me. I remember echoing back call 911. and get an ambulance she has a pulse. but shes not conscious. And then being forced to shimmy out of the gap in the vehichle at the threat that it would explode with me in it. I must have repeated myself a million times that night. as if in some eternal test. I called for my mother on the roadside. and then i called for my brother who lived close. we were taken to moses cone hospital not far from the collision. the entire highway shut down. The whole way asking myself why i was the only one who had survived to witness all of this horror. And then we arrived at the hospital. I was still picking glass from myself. and i suddenly doubled over in pain. they had me through the CT scan at least 4 times before they found the source of the pain was my perforated abdomine. I saw my mom for a few moments of shocking reveal before they set me up for surgery. I remember telling them to put my priortiy level after Brittany knowing she would need assistance faster and i could hang on for a decade. I went in for surgery. and dreamt in blcak for hours until i came to. I awoke surrounded by my mother brother Victor and my sister. I had requested Austen be called before the surgery began , and much to my surprise he walked in. Its been four or five days and the memory is still as fresh as the glass in my hair. or the staples in my stomach, but i looked at the wreckage photos and still have to wonder how it is we survived. Perhaps theres not a fairy tale on the other side of death. maybe there is , but somethings out there watching and it wants me to live. Im just glad i could assist my friend. people keep saying i saved her life. but i cant seem to agree. I just wish it had never happened. I have never been more scared in my life before. and not of the death but of something different. i cant put my finger on.