Julianna
I thought I heard James shout something like, “Don’t brace, just relax,” but I’m sure I must have heard him wrong, because there is no way to relax when you hear all those sickening noises coming at you, blaring horns, screeching tires, someone screaming (me), then that thud and the scraping of metal on metal, broken glass, broken bones... the first car hit us on the drivers’side. The airbag went off, slamming into my face and forcing me back into the seat. I couldn’t see, as there was smoke and flying glass, and blood, it was as if it were raining blood. There was another impact, and then another. It felt like it would go on forever, but in reality I guess it was over in a few seconds.
I was hurt, but I was hardly worried about that. What ever was broken, my body wo
