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fuzzybill
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ok i didn't reliz when i first posted it but the prolog i posted before was cut short and i'm taking on the rest of it now so if u haven't read the first part don't read this u'll get confused. and once again i'm stating this is a very very ruf draft and has a lot of errors and spelling mistakes. but i just want to know what u guys think of it. also just to jive u some back round on me i'm 15 and i love to tell and write short storys but this short story became really big and my friends love to hear me talk about it.
Oh god this must be one of the worst accidents I have seen!
I doubt ant ones still alive after that!
What should I do? First day on the job, and I am so clueless. I don’t know how to help!
Oh no… T he drivers of both vehicles are dead and the passenger of the tiny car is to. I wonder if the car had any one else in it? It will be a miracle if any one else survives.
I could tell these were thoughts, because all I herd, not in my head, but really truly herd. Was a saw, cutting through, crushed metal. Then the saw stopped, and it was completely silent, but the hum of all the thoughts running through my head were still buzzing, with worry, guilt, stress, and a half a dozen other emotions.
Then it hit me. The last thought I herd, and paid attention to. It had said, ` the drivers of both vehicles are dead, and the passenger of the tiny car.’ Oh no! Oh no! Oh no no no! My mom and dad are dead.
“No! No! No!” I cried. I lay there tears running down my cheeks. The pounding in my head seamed to get louder, a hint of surprise, and wryness in their thoughts now, as they herd me sobbing.
What was that! It can’t be... there’s no way some one could have survived that.
After I herd that thought I saw a pitcher of a semi. It was turned on its side flatting the tiny car I had been riding in. there was nothing left to the tiny car.
Could there be… someone else… in there? It’s not possible!
What to do?
Then the screaming, out there, got even louder. I herd people screaming orders at each other. I herd different voices calling different orders.
“Dave get the saw back out! Now! Hurry! “
“Where’s there an EMT?! “
“Get a stretcher out here, a back bored, and a neck brace! Now! “
Then the sound of people yelling orders out at each other was slowly drowned out by the roar of an engine, again. Then I herd the sound of something cutting through the crushed mental, again. I knew they were trying to get me out, but right now I didn’t want out, I wanted to die. How would I go on with out them? Were would I live? How was I going to get through this? Not knowing the answers to any of theses questions, I laid there and cried.
I herd the saw getting closer and closer to were I was. Because the saw was so loud my migraine got worse and worse. The pain now was unbearable; it felt like my head was going to burst open. It didn’t help that there thoughts got louder with stress and worry. I now could tell that the saw was right by my right side, it looked as if they were trying to cut a rectangular door. The saw was almost finished making an opening when the car shifted. As the car moved, and shifted, pieces of metal started to come loose. There was a big piece of sharp metal dangling over my right arm. I prayed that it wouldn’t fall.
The saw had just finished its last cut when the tiny car shifted, again. I could heir peaces of metal scraps falling all around me, but the one over my arm just swayed a little. Then the car shifted again, but this time just a little too much, because the piece, of very sharp metal hanging over my arm, started to fall. I knew it was going to hit me; there was no where for me to move in the tiny space. So I braced my self for the peace of sharp metal. It hit my arm square on; it dug its sharp point in to my forearm. I could feel the peace of metal hit my bone, all I felt was the pressure it put on my arm and the scraping of the metal across my bone, and the hot liquid rolling down my arm. I couldn’t feel any pain. But that wasn’t lived long as soon as it stopped moving the pain came rushing in.
It swallowed me up. I screamed in agony. The thoughts racing threw my head filled with worry, and stress. Then the pain consumed me, it went black I couldn’t see anything. Then once again I lost consciousness.
* * *
When I started to wake up I could heir beeping. Beep… Beep…Beep… I could also hear… footsteps? I think it was even pacing. I still had my eyes closed; not knowing if I even wanted to wake up. My head still hurt, but it was much better then before. My right arm felt itchy and heavy. I could tell I was lying in a bed; my head was propped up on soft pillows. I tried to move my left hand to scratch my right arm, but all my left hand did was curl up into a fist, ruffling the sheets.
The pacing stopped abruptly. It was silent for a few seconds, and then I could hear the pacing start up again. I tried lifting my left hand again, this time I got my left hand to slide acro
Oh god this must be one of the worst accidents I have seen!
I doubt ant ones still alive after that!
What should I do? First day on the job, and I am so clueless. I don’t know how to help!
Oh no… T he drivers of both vehicles are dead and the passenger of the tiny car is to. I wonder if the car had any one else in it? It will be a miracle if any one else survives.
I could tell these were thoughts, because all I herd, not in my head, but really truly herd. Was a saw, cutting through, crushed metal. Then the saw stopped, and it was completely silent, but the hum of all the thoughts running through my head were still buzzing, with worry, guilt, stress, and a half a dozen other emotions.
Then it hit me. The last thought I herd, and paid attention to. It had said, ` the drivers of both vehicles are dead, and the passenger of the tiny car.’ Oh no! Oh no! Oh no no no! My mom and dad are dead.
“No! No! No!” I cried. I lay there tears running down my cheeks. The pounding in my head seamed to get louder, a hint of surprise, and wryness in their thoughts now, as they herd me sobbing.
What was that! It can’t be... there’s no way some one could have survived that.
After I herd that thought I saw a pitcher of a semi. It was turned on its side flatting the tiny car I had been riding in. there was nothing left to the tiny car.
Could there be… someone else… in there? It’s not possible!
What to do?
Then the screaming, out there, got even louder. I herd people screaming orders at each other. I herd different voices calling different orders.
“Dave get the saw back out! Now! Hurry! “
“Where’s there an EMT?! “
“Get a stretcher out here, a back bored, and a neck brace! Now! “
Then the sound of people yelling orders out at each other was slowly drowned out by the roar of an engine, again. Then I herd the sound of something cutting through the crushed mental, again. I knew they were trying to get me out, but right now I didn’t want out, I wanted to die. How would I go on with out them? Were would I live? How was I going to get through this? Not knowing the answers to any of theses questions, I laid there and cried.
I herd the saw getting closer and closer to were I was. Because the saw was so loud my migraine got worse and worse. The pain now was unbearable; it felt like my head was going to burst open. It didn’t help that there thoughts got louder with stress and worry. I now could tell that the saw was right by my right side, it looked as if they were trying to cut a rectangular door. The saw was almost finished making an opening when the car shifted. As the car moved, and shifted, pieces of metal started to come loose. There was a big piece of sharp metal dangling over my right arm. I prayed that it wouldn’t fall.
The saw had just finished its last cut when the tiny car shifted, again. I could heir peaces of metal scraps falling all around me, but the one over my arm just swayed a little. Then the car shifted again, but this time just a little too much, because the piece, of very sharp metal hanging over my arm, started to fall. I knew it was going to hit me; there was no where for me to move in the tiny space. So I braced my self for the peace of sharp metal. It hit my arm square on; it dug its sharp point in to my forearm. I could feel the peace of metal hit my bone, all I felt was the pressure it put on my arm and the scraping of the metal across my bone, and the hot liquid rolling down my arm. I couldn’t feel any pain. But that wasn’t lived long as soon as it stopped moving the pain came rushing in.
It swallowed me up. I screamed in agony. The thoughts racing threw my head filled with worry, and stress. Then the pain consumed me, it went black I couldn’t see anything. Then once again I lost consciousness.
* * *
When I started to wake up I could heir beeping. Beep… Beep…Beep… I could also hear… footsteps? I think it was even pacing. I still had my eyes closed; not knowing if I even wanted to wake up. My head still hurt, but it was much better then before. My right arm felt itchy and heavy. I could tell I was lying in a bed; my head was propped up on soft pillows. I tried to move my left hand to scratch my right arm, but all my left hand did was curl up into a fist, ruffling the sheets.
The pacing stopped abruptly. It was silent for a few seconds, and then I could hear the pacing start up again. I tried lifting my left hand again, this time I got my left hand to slide acro