I am still waiting. A fly is buzzing around my face. I flick it away.
�Stupid fly, go pester someone else.�
Sam, Jenny and I are a few houses away from home when I hear some rustling in a bush near us.
�Shh� did you hear that?� I try to ask Sam, but he is still busy telling Jenny he is sorry to answer me. So I keep walking.
Come on light change. I don�t have all day. At the end of that thought the lights begin to change.
�Finally.� I say out loud, then looking around to make sure no one has heard me.
We get near the bush that I thought I heard and I see the bush move. I take a step back.
�Sam, Sam, some here.� Sam is still walking with Jenny.
�Sam, come he�� A light flickers in the bush and I see sparks flying toward me. I scream and jump back.
I take a step out into the crosswalk. The sun is in my eyes. I squint and shade my face with my hand.
I see my dad running towards me. I feel back of my shoes clip the side of the curb. I try to catch my balance. I get this horrible sick feeling in my stomach as I trip into the street.
With the sun out of my eyes I can see up the street. Someone is having an argument with his wife, in a car, driving in my direction, very close to me and not noticing that I am walking in the middle of the crosswalk. Not noticing that the light is red. I get a horrible sick feeling in my stomach.
All I see is headlights in the darkness. I hardly have time to take a breath from one scream, from the firecrackers or sparklers thrown at me from the bushes to the next, to the next. I try to turn and run, but it is too late. The car squeals as its brakes lock up. The bumper slams into the side of my legs and I am thrown into the windshield. I see the driver�s expression on his face before my head hits the windshield and cracks the glass so badly that it is near impossible to see through. The car screeches to a halt and I slide off the hood onto the ground.
Look at me you bastard! I think, trying to send a mental message to the driver of the car, bet he is to busy arguing with his wife. It�s too late. The car is coming to fast. There�s no time to run. The driver doesn�t even see me. The car smashes into my knee caps. They explode and my legs bend the wrong way. I put my arms out, they hit the windshield. I feel my shoulders pop out of their sockets as my wrists snap backwards. My face flies toward the shattering glass. I see the passenger, the man�s wife, trying to cover her face as my head enters the car. I slam into her, breaking her nose and probably more. The driver puts on the breaks and the car skids in to the middle of the intersection. I can hear the man panting heavily. He looks over at up lying in the passenger seat.
�Oh God, oh God in heaven! Oh my God!� He begins to panic.
�Oh my God, are you okay, Honey?� No reply. She must have been knocked out.
�Honey, baby, are you okay? I am so sorry. Please answer me. I am so sorry. Oh God forgive me. What do I do, what should I do, what have I done? Oh my God!�
The man unbuckles his belt and lean over trying to either check me, or his wife. Since we�ve only just met, I am pretty sure it�s his wife he is trying to get to.
I can hear something. Something that is no right. What is that? I try to tell the man there is something wrong, I can hear something coming, but to no avail. The man moves me and my head rolls in the other direction I was facing. I can now see out the passenger window. I see a transfer truck feet away from my face and it is moving fast. I get a horrible sick feeling in my lungs, because that is where my stomach is.
The driver looks past me and screams �Oh my G��
The truck hits the passenger side door sending the man flying over me and into the grill. His neck twists at an awkward angle and makes a, what would normally be a loud, but at this point, very faint cracking sound. I can hear all the tires on the transfer truck locked and screaming for traction on the pavement. The car is sliding sideways across the intersection until it hits a light pole. The truck is inches away from my face and I can feel the heat from the engine.