Wreckage
Jake Hayes
The smell of burned rubber, an earthy scent of crumbled gravel, and the disorienting smell of smoke from the airbags.
The slippery road had instantly worried me, I anxiously told my mom, “Should we turn around,” on our way to an eye doctor appointment she exclaims,” I will drive slower.” I remember eight-year-old me scanning the frosty road quivering any time a car would pass and heaving my body under the seat every time a semi would pass. My mom told me not to worry and she was only driving twenty miles per hour. I wrapped one hand around the center console and gripped the roof handle and sat like this for what felt like 3 hours, but I held this position until my mom finally told me, “You need to relax and close your eyes.” At first, I was stubborn and held strong. Then I finally closed my eyes and fell asleep. I felt a warm sensation, calm and content.
When I woke up, I see my mom struggling at the wheel and I see another car coming down the road going what I thought was around twenty-five. Still feeling the after-effects of a short nap, I am not too flustered. The car on the other side of the road slipping and sliding down the icy road, the driver drives off the road and overextends to try to fix his mistake and then turns horizontal into both lines. My mom stops abruptly, but it was too late she could not stop on the ice and rammed directly into the side of the car. At this moment I felt several emotions. Tons of adrenaline were pumping throughout my body, feeling shocked, and scared for my life.
I was in the passenger seat and was too little, so the airbag hit me directly in the face and then bounced my head into the window knocking me out. After around 30 seconds I woke up to my mom screaming, “Are you okay?” still being disoriented I mutter “I… am… fine,” she sighs with relief and calls the police. We were still ten miles from town, so it took the police around fifteen minutes. When they arrived, they checked out my head. It had been bleeding and they took me to the hospital. They then checked the driver, and he had smacked his head forward also and was taken to the hospital. My mom had come out unscathed besides a few minor bruises. I rode back in an ambulance and was still very fearful of sliding off the road. We arrived at the hospital safely and I was extremely relieved. When I got into the hospital half of my family had already been sitting in the waiting lobby. By this point, I felt fine, but the doctor wanted to check on me. I had a minor concussion and had to get stitches on my head as well as several bruises throughout my body.
The slippery road had instantly worried me, I anxiously told my mom, “Should we turn around,” on our way to an eye doctor appointment she exclaims,” I will drive slower.” I remember eight-year-old me scanning the frosty road quivering any time a car would pass and heaving my body under the seat every time a semi would pass. My mom told me not to worry and she was only driving twenty miles per hour. I wrapped one hand around the center console and gripped the roof handle and sat like this for what felt like 3 hours, but I held this position until my mom finally told me, “You need to relax and close your eyes.” At first, I was stubborn and held strong. Then I finally closed my eyes and fell asleep. I felt a warm sensation, calm and content.
When I woke up, I see my mom struggling at the wheel and I see another car coming down the road going what I thought was around twenty-five. Still feeling the after-effects of a short nap, I am not too flustered. The car on the other side of the road slipping and sliding down the icy road, the driver drives off the road and overextends to try to fix his mistake and then turns horizontal into both lines. My mom stops abruptly, but it was too late she could not stop on the ice and rammed directly into the side of the car. At this moment I felt several emotions. Tons of adrenaline were pumping throughout my body, feeling shocked, and scared for my life.
I was in the passenger seat and was too little, so the airbag hit me directly in the face and then bounced my head into the window knocking me out. After around 30 seconds I woke up to my mom screaming, “Are you okay?” still being disoriented I mutter “I… am… fine,” she sighs with relief and calls the police. We were still ten miles from town, so it took the police around fifteen minutes. When they arrived, they checked out my head. It had been bleeding and they took me to the hospital. They then checked the driver, and he had smacked his head forward also and was taken to the hospital. My mom had come out unscathed besides a few minor bruises. I rode back in an ambulance and was still very fearful of sliding off the road. We arrived at the hospital safely and I was extremely relieved. When I got into the hospital half of my family had already been sitting in the waiting lobby. By this point, I felt fine, but the doctor wanted to check on me. I had a minor concussion and had to get stitches on my head as well as several bruises throughout my body.
Hi, my name is Jake Hayes, I'm fifteen years old, and I'm from Canadian, Texas. I enjoy playing basketball and running track.