Nov 2018
I was almost killed. That dream started off on a chilly, but sunny morning. “Bye! I love you! Have a good day!” A repetitive thing I’d say to my mom when I would leave to school. I walked to school and on my way I happened to hear a loud car roam. It speeds tremendously fast. As it gets closer, another car backs up out of his drive way quickly. “No!” It happened. Smash. The speeding car rolls over and hits me. I wake up. The vivid dream stuck with me. It ran through my head like a race car. That dream had a reason, an assertion. It’s purpose was intended to give a lost message. I only found that out when it happened.
“Bye! Love you! Have a good day!” I voiced with emotion.
“You too, bye! Have a good day!” I strolled off my driveway and turned right. Down the street the blackbirds fly and chirp in the colored trees. I’d make two more rights at two more stop signs. Still thinking of my dream, I look around in suspicion. What if my dream is going to happen? It bothered me a whole lot for some reason. Then the suspicion came to life. The same roaming sound. My heart shattered beats and my I felt light headed. The ice-cold adrenaline pumped through my pulsing veins as I slightly turned my head to see. I carefully payed close attention to the occurring scene. I just wanted to punch the clock because of coarse, it was bound to happen. It flashed its bright yellow lights and signaled its way into my direction. As it turned, the cars tires screeched louder than the nails on a chalkboard. The red corvette didn’t belong in a town like this. Must of been a visitor. It raced down the street going 90km on a 50km street. 12 years was not enough for me. ****, I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live more. It’s not fair. No, no, no. The black Saturn van backed up quickly out of his driveway as the trees blocked his view. Think fast. There’s no time. There was never any time. I have one more chance to make it. This time, I didn’t just watch, but I ran. I ran for my life. Well at least I thought I ran for my life. It was too late. The corvette car and the Saturn van smashed before my eyes. The red car flipped over in the air and rolled. It was desecrated into several dents. The drivers pale scared face made me trip. I tripped onto the grass. Everything happened too fast. I lost myself. I questioned myself if I had any more strength left to move. I crawled 2 feet. The car shook the ground and shuddered myself out of my body. I weeped my face into the ground and curled up. I hugged myself tight. It stopped. The ground stopped moving. I stopped trembling. I lifted my head. I smelled the smoke sizzle out of the back engine. Blood dripping from his forehead. I stumbled upon my visions. I grabbed my things and ran. I was going to be late for class. I never mentioned anything to anybody. I kept it to myself. So scared and terrified. So much to learn and so much left to live. A lesson I carried within me, to live every second. Because you could be gone in 5,4,3,2... 1.
“Bye! Love you! Have a good day!” I voiced with emotion.
“You too, bye! Have a good day!” I strolled off my driveway and turned right. Down the street the blackbirds fly and chirp in the colored trees. I’d make two more rights at two more stop signs. Still thinking of my dream, I look around in suspicion. What if my dream is going to happen? It bothered me a whole lot for some reason. Then the suspicion came to life. The same roaming sound. My heart shattered beats and my I felt light headed. The ice-cold adrenaline pumped through my pulsing veins as I slightly turned my head to see. I carefully payed close attention to the occurring scene. I just wanted to punch the clock because of coarse, it was bound to happen. It flashed its bright yellow lights and signaled its way into my direction. As it turned, the cars tires screeched louder than the nails on a chalkboard. The red corvette didn’t belong in a town like this. Must of been a visitor. It raced down the street going 90km on a 50km street. 12 years was not enough for me. ****, I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live more. It’s not fair. No, no, no. The black Saturn van backed up quickly out of his driveway as the trees blocked his view. Think fast. There’s no time. There was never any time. I have one more chance to make it. This time, I didn’t just watch, but I ran. I ran for my life. Well at least I thought I ran for my life. It was too late. The corvette car and the Saturn van smashed before my eyes. The red car flipped over in the air and rolled. It was desecrated into several dents. The drivers pale scared face made me trip. I tripped onto the grass. Everything happened too fast. I lost myself. I questioned myself if I had any more strength left to move. I crawled 2 feet. The car shook the ground and shuddered myself out of my body. I weeped my face into the ground and curled up. I hugged myself tight. It stopped. The ground stopped moving. I stopped trembling. I lifted my head. I smelled the smoke sizzle out of the back engine. Blood dripping from his forehead. I stumbled upon my visions. I grabbed my things and ran. I was going to be late for class. I never mentioned anything to anybody. I kept it to myself. So scared and terrified. So much to learn and so much left to live. A lesson I carried within me, to live every second. Because you could be gone in 5,4,3,2... 1.
