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In a Glimpse of an Eye
The car slammed into another car, it went in circles until it flipped over. The other car went up in flames immediately.
I explained to the cops what happened in every detail until they were on their way. I then passed out from the dreadful pain I was in...
20 hours before the crash
My sister Kara and I were arguing over a pair of pants before we got into the car to head to the shore. It was May 8th and we wanted to go down since the weather was beautiful. Kara and I both have blue eyes and brown hair, also we are twins. Whenever someone asked if we were twins, we would say that we were best friends.
“Come on, we have to go before there is traffic,” my mom quickly said.
A few minutes later we got into our silver minivan and turned on the radio. Kara and I were in the backseat trying to convince our mom and dad to turn the music on instead, but they wouldn’t budge.
“The weather forecast in Ocean City, New Jersey will be very foggy, so be careful driving,” the radio said quietly.
My mom and dad looked at each other and began to drive slower than usual. They continued to drive, while Kara and I were playing uno to waste time. A little bit of time went by and there was 30 minutes left. It was getting really hard to see, but my mom and dad decided to keep going since we were almost there. They were driving very slow so I took my seat belt off and began to lay down.
“Put your seat belt on Kaitlyn, we can’t see and it is dangerous,” my mom said.
“You're driving slow, I am sure it’s fine,” I replied.
“Kaitlyn, listen to your mother,” my dad claimed fearfully.
I went to put my seatbelt back on, but it was just a matter of time. Before I was able to hear the click on the seatbelt, a car slammed into our smooth silver minivan. My life flashed before my eyes. I felt my head crash into the roof, and I felt bright red blood dripping onto my fingertips. I tried getting up but everything was spinning and I could barely move, almost as if I was paralized. I yelled for my family but no one answered, I began to cry. I reached for the phone that was at least 2 feet away, and began to dial 911.
“Hello i’ve been in a car accident somewhere on the parkway…” I stuttered.
“Can you describe your surroundings,” the nice cop on the phone replied.
“I see a sign that says Next Exit Ocean City,” is what I tried to say.
“Okay there are people on their way, stay where you are,” the cop claimed.
I tried to form another word to say, but I just couldn’t. I was in weeping pain from my head to my feet. I continued looking for my family, it looked like my mom was passed out in the driver's seat with her head to the air bag. My dad was awake but unresponsive, which meant he was probably in shock. Kara… was on the floor.
“Kara wake up, I can’t do this without you,” I screamed as loud as I possibly could.
Kara opened her eyes but just layed there. There were tears coming out of her eyes. I got really dizzy and couldn’t breathe, then I collapsed in the car.
The ambulances came down the parkway until they got to the car. The sirens sounded more and more like the doorbell down the shore. I went into the ambulance on a stretcher and all I saw was people’s hands in my face. I tried taking the oxygen mask off but they wouldn’t let me.
I got to the hospital and I was gradually closing and opening my eyes. All I wanted to do was sleep, and I couldn’t handle anymore of the weeping pain. I looked to my left and I saw a bunch of multicolored things I can’t describe. I looked to my right and I saw the doctors doing everything they could to save me. I closed my eyes.
“She’s crashing,” the doctors said in a panic.
“Padels, charge to 200,” one doctor screamed.
I opened my eyes back up, all the doctors were out of breath and I wasn’t sure why. I immediately asked where my sister and my parents were, but they never gave me an answer. I had a pounding headache and I heard this noise every so often, it almost sounded like a timer I would use when I was cooking. The doctors said something about getting a scan, so they moved me into this room that looked like a spaceship. The doctors told me I needed to stay awake but all I wanted to do was sleep.
They told me I was going to have to go up into surgery while they tried to fix all the problems I had with my body from the car accident.
Before they moved me I had to ask again, “Can I see my family, are they alive?”
The doctors told me not to worry and that they were in good hands, but there was still so much I wanted to tell them. The doctors put me on a small hard table, and put a mask over my face. I felt tired and fell asleep.
“Are you ready for your interview?” my mom jumped in joy.
“Yes,” I said as I fixed my dress.
I walked through the halls of the court house ready to begin my speech of why I should become a lawyer. I was more than nervous, and all my mom said was you’re going to do great.
I started my speech that I have been practicing for almost a year, “Thank you for taking the time to be with me today…”
I was more than ready to take the next step and move on to the next chapter of my life. I am practically becoming a totally new person.
“Thank you, and I appreciate you having me here,” I said for the end of my speech.
The other lawyers in the room smiled, which had to be a good sign. I walked outside to see my family sitting there waiting for me just like they always do.
“Kaitlyn, wake up.”
“Kaitlyn, are you there?” the doctor kept on repeating.
I opened my eyes and I saw people sitting around me. People I didn’t quite know or remember, I was very confused.
They told me I was in a car crash, and just had surgery but I still couldn’t remember anything. I felt the people’s hands on me but I got scared and jumped. I tried to talk but no words that made sense came out of my mouth. They brought me back into the room I was before, they put a mask over my face and I went to sleep.
. . . .
“Do you think she will wake up?” my mom said worryingly.
“It’s hard to tell, it is just a matter of time,” the doctor replied.
I slowly opened my eyes, there were people surrounding me. The same people before I closed my eyes and went to sleep. But I still don’t know who they are. I heard one of the doctors say there was a tube in my mouth helping me breathe. Also, that I have many more surgerys to go. I can’t do it, not anymore. I don’t know anyone and it feels like I am in this world alone. These people I have apparently known my whole life feel like strangers. I don’t know their names nor anything about them. There was someone across the room in a wheelchair staring at me crying, she looked like me. They told me she was my twin, which must have been true. The lady who has been at my bedside all day has a bunch of scrapes and bruises who is supposedly my mom. Also, they told me my dad had faced serious trauma and they don’t know if he will wake up.
The next morning I remembered a little bit more than I had yesterday. They said it was good because it meant my memory was coming back. I remember my dad and I really hope that he wakes up.
“Kaitlyn guess what!” the doctors said exactly one month after the accident.
I replied, “What!”
“You get to go home!” the doctor yelled excitedly.
“I am not going home, not without my dad,” I said disappointed.
I saw the doctors and my mom look at each other with a straight face. I knew I couldn’t go back home without him, and I could not get into a car.
I walked into my dad's room to talk to him, even though he can’t talk back. The doctors were pushing on his chest, and the monitor was beeping sporadically. I heard them say something…
“Time of death 20:42 PM.”
I then closed my eyes and realized that life isn’t as easy as it seems. I fell on the floor in tears and couldn’t breathe. My dad is gone and I will never see him again.
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