We saw the car after it was too late. The impact left my lungs collapsed, leaving me unable to breathe. Leaving Linsey’s car with a dent in the seat where I had sat before being ejected through the windshield. I was cold, and the concrete I was slammed into felt like jumping into the frozen artic waters. I was falling in and out of consciousness with a faint voice screaming in the distance from where I was left. Was that Linsey? I couldn’t make out the messages I was supposed to be understanding. I felt useless. I was awake but unable to open my eyes, unable to respond to the paramedics, unable to ask where I was or what was going on. I could feel a tube down my throat which restricted my lungs to expand. I was shaking, although I didn’t know if it was caused by the moving ambulance or the fact I was terrified. I felt like I needed to go to sleep although I wasn’t tired. My eyes closed. …show more content…
Listening to my parents wasn’t always my strong suit but is this what it had to come down to, was this my karma? The doctor walked in, and I was able to comprehend the words of his rambling thoughts. He told Linsey the condition I was in, that I was conscious but unable to respond. He recommended her to talk to me and explain what had happened. I knew what happened. I got in the car with her. Why did I not listen, I knew subconsciously she was an addict of this friendship. I couldn’t stop her, still unable to speak, she continued. Yes, she picked me up so we could go to the concert. Yes, she was driving. Yes, she was speeding. Yes, she ran a red light. Yes, I was the one injured from her actions. In those few minutes I couldn’t have talked for hours. My thoughts were going a mile a minute. There was so much that needed to be said, yet