Car Crash on the Way Home

So yesterday was a day of firsts for me... first time in a legit accident, first time believing that jumping into traffic was safer than staying where i was, first time in a cop car, and forgetting what my name was.

Here's the story,

My friend, Peri, was kind enough to give me a lift back to my house for thanksgiving. While on the road, we got stuck in traffic. Unfortunate for me especially because nature was calling.... a lot. I had just had a water bottle and a fruit punch and had to use the little girls room something awful. We were less than a mile from getting to a place where we could pull off and I could dash to the restroom when I noticed the semi in front of us getting closer. At first I thought that Peri was just drifting forward but that thought shot out of my head as she leaned on her horn. It did no good.

The semi kept rolling backwards and smashed the front of Peri's beautiful car and shoved us into the car behind us. One hand on my seat belt, the other on the door handle I started wondering which was worse, being crushed to death in the car or jumping out into traffic that had finally picked up and being run over. Before I had to make a decision, the semi pulled out and drove away. Having been part of a hit-and-run in the past I screamed the license number to Peri who quickly copied it down on her phone.

So that left us shaken, screaming, and in the middle of a now-busy highway. Peri stepped out to see the damage but I, a coward, stayed in the vehicle. Calls were made to parents and the police and I decided that I was really, really happy that I was both alive and had not wet myself.

Deciding that the middle of the highway wasn't the safest place to be, the car behind us and Peri both drove to the shoulder where I jumped out and started walking around.

Roughly and hour later a lone police car drove up. Everything ran pretty smoothly, the gentleman from the car behind us wasn't pressing charges and his car was no worse for the wear. He was dismissed and drove off. Peri and I, however, had to stay behind and talk to the police officer for a little while, when asked my name I stumbled and muttered. I was also dancing around a bit trying to not wet myself. Eventually he got all the information he needed from us two and we went out separate ways.

After getting back on the road and finding a gas station, I used the facilities and proceeded to look for food for dinner. An adorable old woman who worked there was singing something in Spanish which made Peri and I both think of Maria from West Side Story. After buying half the store and making an idiot of myself at the cash register, we left and drove home. Other than being as jumpy as frogger, the rest of the drive went rather smoothly.

I am home now ^_^ yay

Not much going on today but here's a poem i wrote about a month ago with a link to what inspired it...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7_3ArZMGu88&NR=1#start=0:00;end=2:47;autoreplay=true;showoptions=false

Roses and black garment at the funeral of whatI thought was alive

The red, pungent flower staining my hands

As I pluck out its beauty, one petal at a time

You love me you love me not,

the grief and the sorrow overwhelm the passing happiness,

the happiness that I delude myself with,

the ache is beating… beating… breathing.

The ache, the torment is breathing, alive,

it’s a parasite biting

biting away at my heart and my stomach and my brain and

its children are the tears forced from my eyes

Forcings its love child, its hate child, its fear child from my eyes

Glowing down my face a sign that screams

BROKEN

Desperate not to cry,

don’t want people to see me,

because they won’t see me. I am a facade

They see the parasite, the ache, the torment

the overwhelming tide that pulls and pulls and now

it calls out

with the moon glistening on the water.

“Come, child, I’ll take you though no one else will.”

And I go to it,

Because who else will take me?

Running into the water I brace against the cold

Swimming toward the moon my heart races

The silver face on the water always just out of reach

Tired I scream and am joined by millions of screams

Raw, ravenous, raging screams against death and deception

In our desperation we cried out until out voices were nothing but wind through trees

Linking hands, filled with more than grief we turn towards shore

Stumbling, crying, broken, animals we crawl back to land

Leaving the icy water and the moon’s sweet pull behind

Beating back the waves and tide and grief

We reach the land and we fall

Asleep

In a bed of a million brittle red roses

Biting out backs, the reminder of the sorrow

The moon so close to overtake us

But now I am not alone.

I fall

Asleep

over and out