An Adventure Gone Wrong

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This is a piece retelling my story of getting in a car accident. It happens to many people, but this gives a good idea of how scary and how traumatizing it actually is. Enjoy.

Submitted: December 08, 2008

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It’s just a typical day being crazy, reckless, and rambunctious driving around with my two best friends. The windows are down and the wind is blowing our hair around rapidly as the base of the car rattles our eardrums. My vision is slightly darkened by my sunglasses, as they protect my eyes from the so very powerful sun. It is a beautiful hot summer day in my hometown, the place I have now learned to appreciate as my complete sanctuary.  It’s around two o’clock on Friday, June 23 and we had just left my house to go on some of our everyday adventures that we way too regularly found ourselves getting into.   

I was literally two minutes away from my house, with my two partners in crime, companions, accomplices, best friends, Kristi and Sam. With these two girls it is like I am in my full element. I feel like my true self is allowed to show through with no fear of being judged. I have been through everything with them, and they have been there to witness the stages of change I had gone through in those years transitioning from teen to adult.

That summer of 2006 was extremely memorable. I had so much fun thus far and still had so much to look forward to as my junior year in high school was coming to an end. I had plans to visit a friend in Florida, Joey. Having no more class was the biggest weight off my shoulders, and I was going to begin working at a very well paying summer camp as soon as I returned from Florida. It was easy sailing in my near future and I was ecstatic about it. No troubles or worries entered my mind whatsoever.

I will never forget the instant it happened. It all felt so surreal and so wrong. It was as mere and quick as a camera flash and yet had the power to pummel my 5’2 inch body like ten bulls attacking me at once; only I wasn’t waving any red flags. The only red that I can recall was the tiny 98 Honda Civic extremely quickly approaching my 2004 huge boat of a silver Chrysler Sebring at what seemed to be 100 miles per hour. The impact was something I hope to never experience in my life ever again. It was any teenage parent’s worst nightmare.  

I felt the grip of the steering wheel in my hand, held tightly. I slowly emerged out of my block to a T in the road. I stop, allowing a blue Chevy Cobalt make the left I am exiting from. I look both ways and begin what should have been a simple, yet somewhat blind left turn out of

Agor Lane

. Suddenly, my peripherals see a blur of red coming towards me. There was no time to think, no time to stop, no time to do anything except scream. I immediately feel my face go numb and I see white. I’m unaware of what happened, but I feel utterly disheveled and in excruciating pain.  My face is pulsating, and I cannot move. My flip flops are not on my feet anymore, and I think to myself, “Did this really just happen?” There is a piercing continuous honking sound that lingers in the air. Slowly the sound drowns out, much like all of the thoughts running through my mind.

The smell of the smashed metal is a distinct characteristic of the accident I will never forget. My chest and hips impaired from the seatbelt catching my poor helpless body during the crash. My whole left side in agony, whereas the car had hit directly into the drivers side door. I look at both Sam and Kristi and terror emerges within me. I notice neither of them have their seatbelts on. Sam was in the back, bleeding profusely from the head and not speaking. I scream and continuously ask her if she is alright and if she can hear me, but all I get in return is murmurs and mumbles from her. She is alive, yet far from conscious. I frantically started yelling out for someone to call an ambulance in utter fear that my best friend’s life could possibly be at stake. Kristi is next to me, her face as red as the car that had smashed into us. She, who is even smaller than I am, I realize is extremely lucky to still be sitting next to me. Had the airbags not depleted she would have flown right out of the windshield since she had no seatbelt on. She previously had two surgeries on her left knee, and during the crash had knocked it against the center console of my car; she couldn’t move her left leg without screaming. Everything had happened so fast and so many thoughts were entering and leaving my head. I was in a hysterical frenzy.

Somehow we made it onto the front yard of a neighboring house where the scene had taken place. Ironically enough, we were only one house away from our destination. Our friend, whose house we were going to, caught the aftermath of the crash not even realizing it was us. Paramedics were in our faces asking us questions making sure we are all alright. Although we were far from it, it was at the very least reassuring to hear that my friend wasn’t going to die. We all called our parents and made what was probably the most horrifying phone call to receive in their lives. Shortly after, we found ourselves strapped to stretchers. I watched as Sam went first in an ambulance since she had been the most severely hurt. Kristi and I were going to be put in the other ambulance. Right before we left the scene, I took a glance at what had actually happened and thanked god for letting me and my friends survive.

Both cars looked like accordions, smashed and bent in ways I never thought possible. Every single window had been smashed and there was glass everywhere. Gradually more and more sirens had began to sound and I noticed them blocking off the whole road. I realize the severity of the whole situation and just cry the whole way to the hospital. I felt frail and weak and opted that from that moment on I would never drive around irresponsibly again.

Part of growing up and being young is driving fast in your brand new car, allowing the wind to take over your hair and let it go in whichever direction possible. The radio blearing combined with laughter and joy fills the air, leaving you feeling more adolescent than ever. It is an indifferent, yet wonderful feeling that I believe every young person takes advantage of at some point or another in their life. To this very day I am dramatically traumatized and terrified of automobiles. I have serious issues with people driving fast around me. I drive the speed limit and stick to safety first. It isn’t even a choice, it is a necessity.

 


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