• Tires skid on the blackened road, making an eerie screech.
    My heart is in my ears, begging me to do something.
    I am frozen with fear.

    My mind is racing.
    I guess life really does flash infront of your eyes
    When you're near death.

    My car flips,
    My hands take an iron grip on the steering wheel,
    And I hear shattering glass.

    All this is very far away though, you see.
    For I am Thinking:
    "What about my family?"

    Metal crunches, imprinting itself in my shattered skull.
    Arms bent akwardly, I fall into a fetal position.
    I'm in a ditch, and everything goes black.

    Tell my daughters I love them,
    Tell my husband to hold them tight, and never let go.
    Tell my family and friends the following:

    "I won't be home for Christmas this year."