Sixty seconds until I die.
My best friend, Kimberly Miles, sat in the drivers seat, happily tapping away to a Hey Monday song. Mike Peterson, Nathan Smiths, and Samantha Cloeson are in the back, having various, random conversations. Did I know that I was about to die in this very spot? Did I know that a careless driver would decided to get behind the wheel of his car today?
Thirty seconds left.
The stop light turned green and Kimberly gently laid her tiny foot on the gas pedal. It was a bright summer day, an abrupt demise was the last thing on our teenage minds.
"Roll down your window, it's too hot in here," Samantha ordered Mike.
Five seconds left.
"Today is going to be amazing..." I began.
It's funny, everyone says that right before you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes. But everyone was wrong. My childhood didn't come to mind, the present time didn't flash. Nothing. Nada. The screetching of numerous car breaks pierced the air as my best friends and I searched for an audible scream. Time wasn't on our side though. I remember seeing a titanic Ford, pick-up truck hurling past the red light and towards Kimberly's poor excuse for a safety tank.
This was it, but why now? What would have been, if only I hadn't held up my friends for an extra two minutes? Would these good souls of theirs been saved? Why, at this moment and this time? All I thought, was that same question and if I'd ever figure out the answer.
The crash of the two cars was of such great force, that my head hit the dashboard before the airbag even had time to deploy. A gash ripped open instantly on my forehead. Instinctivly, I grabbed the handle above the window and anything else my left hand could find. I didn't have time to look at my friends as the gold car rolled. Glass shattered and rained on me, leaving mini scrapes on open skin. We froze now, the ground floating above me.
My vision blurred, and all I could see was shades of green, black, grey, and red. I felt as if I were being choked, so I aimlessly seached for the open button on my seat belt. But I couldn't feel my fingers, I couldn't feel my body at all. My eyesight blurred and then went out like a lamp. Some cruel being had amde it night. As I stood there, in the pitch black room, an unbearable pressure sat on my chest.
What's going on? I thought.
This darkness swallowed me, and now it's trying to kill me.
It's too strong. My pessimistic thoughts called out.
Now a wave of relaxation washed over me. Still, I stood here, more than a little confused. I was alone, in some strange land that nobody wanted to visit. How was I supposed to get out of here?
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