“I remember…dirt…lots of dirt. No glass, surprisingly. I don’t remember any pain. I just remember moving by instinct and trying to move with the car. Contrary to popular belief, time didn’t slow down. I just remember everything as if it was in slow motion. As if it was a HD video in my head that I can pause, rewind, and play again.”
“But, certainly, it was a traumatic experience correct?” “Well…that’s hard to explain. See, I’d have to tell the whole story just to get an idea.” “Why don’t you then?” “Do what?” “Tell the story. From beginning to end. The whole shebang.” I sighed, “Might as well. You’re not going anywhere.” |
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