gigamatic

a blue streak. a scream from Nala. car moving in the wrong direction. dusty air... his airbag exploded. shit. am i alive? can i move? am i bleeding? son of a bitch, that car kept going. get out! must stop her! stop! stop! shit, is nala ok? open his door, get him out! the car -- get him out of the car! his door won't open. his airbag didn't deflate. shit... what were they gonna do? keep running? bend the door. is he ok? fuck... he's shaking. you called 911? thank you! you called them too? thanks so much! and a chair for him to sit down in? how thoughtful. paramedics arrive. hysterical girl, obvious other driver. she just saw the car. she thinks she killed somebody. jeezus that's my car... it has no front. nala still shaking. trying to smoke. paramedics taking care... am i ok? yeah. cop arrives. takes a BUNCH of witnesses' statements. what happened? i was stopped at the light. it turned green. i hesitated and looked around. i pulled up into the intersection. a blue streak. a collision. i hit my head. my car wasnt facing the same way anymore. everyone saw it. god, thank GOD the pedestrians hadnt started crossing the street. "i was on my way to class" she tells someone on her cell phone. has she put that phone down since the accident? only to talk to the cop. shit... wasnt even her car. ouch. if i hadnt hesitated, i would be dead. if i hadnt thought "this intersection sucks. i'd better take a second and survey the surroundings." BAM. Crash. Car dead. My car. My first real car. MY first car. I bought it. My money. Thank god we're both ok. Now I wait for the estimate.