I Was In a Car Accident
I was involved in two car accidents in one week. I hate talking about it more than people could ever imagine. It has impacted me so much that I've fallen into depression.
The first accident was not so bad. I was rear-ended and suffered back pain. I was just fortunate I was able to make it to my next class in one piece. Unfortunately, my burger didn't survive and was thrown around my car.
As for the second accident, it haunts me every day. The wet road screwed everything up. I just remember turning in hitting one car, being pushed over the ramp and landing in an empty car under it. The cops believe that's the only thing that saved me. Everything at that moment began happening in slow motion. If I didn't stabilize my neck to my head rest and begin trying to brake, I would've immediately hit the tree in front of me. I immediately hopped out of the car and had a panic attack. Just seeing everyone staring in amazement made me ill. Bystanders came to my rescue before the a$$holes who's car barely suffered any damages.
At that moment I didn't fear death or what could've happened, but I feared how angry my father would be. I couldn't even concentrate on any injuries just how horrible and quickly everything happened. I wished I was dead. Even as I write this now, tears are rushing down my eyes uncontrollably. I ruined everything. I hate therapy. I hate the liars who claimed they were in the car. I hate the ample amount of bills my parents have to pay back on my behalf. I'm sorry, but I just can't see the f'ckin bright side with my parents struggling because of me....
The first accident was not so bad. I was rear-ended and suffered back pain. I was just fortunate I was able to make it to my next class in one piece. Unfortunately, my burger didn't survive and was thrown around my car.
As for the second accident, it haunts me every day. The wet road screwed everything up. I just remember turning in hitting one car, being pushed over the ramp and landing in an empty car under it. The cops believe that's the only thing that saved me. Everything at that moment began happening in slow motion. If I didn't stabilize my neck to my head rest and begin trying to brake, I would've immediately hit the tree in front of me. I immediately hopped out of the car and had a panic attack. Just seeing everyone staring in amazement made me ill. Bystanders came to my rescue before the a$$holes who's car barely suffered any damages.
At that moment I didn't fear death or what could've happened, but I feared how angry my father would be. I couldn't even concentrate on any injuries just how horrible and quickly everything happened. I wished I was dead. Even as I write this now, tears are rushing down my eyes uncontrollably. I ruined everything. I hate therapy. I hate the liars who claimed they were in the car. I hate the ample amount of bills my parents have to pay back on my behalf. I'm sorry, but I just can't see the f'ckin bright side with my parents struggling because of me....
26-30, F
