The Crash

Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lie on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The mass of the car pushed down on the lower half of my body with enormous force. It did not hurt, my body was distressed. All I could sense was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt strained shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My thoughts were buzzing. What had just occurred? In the distance, on that bothersome road, I saw cars driving by totally unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to shout but my voice was unnoticed. All I could do was wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
The third maddening buzz of my alarm woke me as I groggily slid out of bed to the shower. It was the start of another routine morning, or so I thought. I took a shower, quarreled with my sister over which clothes she should wear for that day and finished getting myself ready. All of this took a little longer than usual, not a surprise, so we were running late. We hopped into the interior of my old, black Suzuki Aerio and made our way to school. With music loud, voices singing and talking, it was another normal ride to school with my sister. Because of our belated leaving, I went fast, too fast. We started down the first road to our target. This road is about three miles long with a curve towards the end. As we broke while making the turn, blind curve in the middle of the right lane was a dead dog. Without any thought, purely by nature I pulled the wheel of the car to the left and back over to the right. No big deal but I was going fast. The car swerved back to the left, to the right, to the left. Each time I could feel the car scratching the ground with its side. My body jerked with the irregular movements of the car. The car veered to the right for the last time. With my eyes shut tight, I could feel my body glide off the seat of the car. I opened my eyes to see the...