The Park Creative Writing

The wheels were spinning as a ferris wheel. Pointed High in the sky, they rotated on the car, My view upside down as I’m laying in my seat. The metal of the Jeep was crushing my leg and hand. I’m pinned to the seat. The pain shoots up to my hand and leg. I could feel the weight of the car on my hand and then it would go away. It would feel like holding a feather. The nerves didn’t know how to respond to the pain that was created. My conscience was fading.

Two lights coming at you with speed. Two lights lit up by our jeep looked as if a raccoon is staring into your face on a full moon night. The dizzy, fuzzy memory of the lights coming closer. The sound and heat rushing up me. Metal twisting, the pressure launching us forward. The momentum taking us off the ridge and we roll the jeep down the hill crashing bushes and trees was pounding my ears as we keep rolling farther down.

Flashing lights reflected off every object. The smell of smoke, gunpowder from the airbags firing. The piece of car that hit us propelled farther into the bushes. Sirens could be heard from the distance. The sound of yelling could be heard. I couldn't distinguish where it was coming from, whether it was in real life or in my head. All I recall was yelling from pain in the quiet forest.

I began to panic and tried to move my leg, such pain shot up my body that i thought I was gonna pass out. As the firefighters worked to open a door the thought of me leaving this earth crossed my mind and I realized that I could of been gone. The firefighters cut open the car door and unbend the metal around the my leg. Putting me on the stretcher I can see my friend who was driving the jeep laying on the other stretcher. I thought maybe he was dead but his movement showed signs of life and I was overwhelmed with