The way that the sun makes your silhouette and the chances that I had to make you smile. They aren't coming around. -Stephen Jerzak
A car crash I was in. Good thing I’m still alive!
I stood up and checked myself, no blood on my shirt, arms, legs and feet -I’m still moving and walking (thank God!)
I went to watch the people swarm the accident area, tv people, police, fire truck and ambulance everywhere.
I couldn’t get near my car for everything in thirty-feet away was ablaze.
A lot of people crying, injured people everywhere, some are already dead!
Huh!? Mom..I gotta call my mom.
She must be seeing this on tv, she would be worried.
I reach for my pocket, it wasn’t there; neither at the back pockets.
I must’ve left it at the car compartment.
I should be going home.
Too much traffic I couldn’t get a cab.
Everyone who has no car rushed to find one.
Atlast I saw a neighbor, Mr. Rogers; just three houses away from mine.
I thought he was in a hurry so I ran to ride in the cab with him.
He saw me and nodded as I signaled to ride in the cab with him.
He said that this was the most tragic accident he ever was in.
There were families in the accident and he said there were some kids who lived on our block who died too.
An eighteen-wheeler truck caused the cars to skid and some went flying.
Some cars crashed real hard to each other, others were smashed hard towards the truck.
I shuddered to the thought, and thank God I was alive.
It was a close one for me.
Mr. Rogers stared at me like he was about to breakdown, but he didn’t.
He just stared at me.
The cab halted to a stop when it neared his place.
I decided to get out of the cab too.
I asked him if he was going to be okay, he didn’t say anything but he just stared.
I watched him go to his house, he slumped while he walked.
So I turned my back and headed towards my house.
I called for Mom, when I got in; nobody answered.
The house was empty.
I went to the bathroom to wash
I heard the phone ring and my mom left a message to my sister that they were at the hospital
She told my sister to hurry.
I scrambled out the bathroom to reach for the phone but she already hanged up.
I hurried to the county hospital which was just two-blocsk away from our home so I ran as fast as I can.
I hope I’m not too late.
Who could it be?
She didn’t say who… was it my dad?
Oh God no! Not my dad.
Was my dad anywhere near the accident?
I hope he’s fine.
I hate it when I don’t have a cellphone. I can’t remember my family’s numbers!
Everythnig is there on my cellphone.
I was struggling to breathe when I reached the hospital doors.
I saw Mr. Rogers again, but this time he was smiling.
So I smiled back at him, but I was so preoccupied so I went straight to the emergency room.
There I saw my mother, my sister —where was dad!?
I shouted Dad as I pushed my way through the door.
I couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw my father on the hospital bed;
Hugging my lifeless body.
Then everything went black.