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The Night It Fell Apart It all happened so fast. It seemed like I saw it all coming. It took courage, but at the same time, I was fearful of the whole accident. I thought my life was over at this point in time, when I stroked the front end of my four door car. It was at this time I realized that everything happens for a reason, one will never know when your life may end. It was a rainy day. Icy, slippery, and very wet, but I just had to get out of the house. There wasn’t anything to do to keep myself busy so I decided to leave. If only I would have thought about that twice things would’ve been different. They always say mothers know best. Earlier in the day my mom told me to stay in the house, because it was too dangerous to go anywhere. But of course, I just had to have a hot head and do what I wanted to do, which is why I had to pay the price. My mom and I got into an argument once again, so I left. So I thought hard on where I could possibly go. Then I received that text I was waiting on, it was my boyfriend. We got to talking about everything then he eventually asked me to come over. I thought to myself thank the Lord! I finally had somewhere to go. My day was made. I was on my way. It was the smile on his face that I saw that brightened my day even more. We played games, watched movies, and had a lot of conversations. This day meant a lot to me, all I could think about was how much he told me I meant to him, and he couldn’t imagine loosing me. This was so much better than being in the house. I thought everything was going good that day, but if only I knew a terrible incident was about to occur soon, that will affect me for the rest of my life. It started to get late, and I was getting very tired. It was when I was about to leave that my boyfriend spoke these words “I love you, be careful, and call me when you get home.” I said ok, love you too. Driving down highway 170 anxious to get home, ready to lie in my comfortable bed. I had just washed my sheets and I ready to smell that fresh downy smell. Never again will I daydream and think about other things while driving. It was at that time I saw it coming. I was merging from 170 onto 270, close to the median in the left lane. It was an accident ahead of me but at that time I didn’t know. The car didn’t have any hazard lights on, and I couldn’t really tell what was going on, so I kept on my way. Finally as I got closer and closer to the car, I realized it started to move, it just so happened that the car in front of me did and 360, turn was then I crashed right into the front of the vehicle. That caused a head on collision. All I could do was sit there quietly. I was unable to move for a moment but, then I quickly jumped into back seat and opened the back door. I immediately called my boyfriend, and told him that I had and accident. I called my mother and told her, she told me to sit tight and that she was on her way. When my mother arrived I was so relieved. I just knew everything would be alright once she got there. She didn’t see me as soon as she got there so she quickly ran to my car. I wasn’t there, so she walked around asking everyone where I was and when they told her I was in the ambulance her heart dropped and she began to cry. She knocked on the door of the ambulance and the paramedics opened the door. She began to ask numerous of questions. They couldn’t tell her anything. So they said I would have to go to the hospital. Arriving at the hospital still in a state of shock, all I could do was lay there and shake. The paramedics wrapped me up in numerous of blankets and kept telling me to relax. I was scared out of my mind. I didn’t know what to think. Everything started to seem as a dream. I thought about my mom and what she told me earlier about leaving. I could hear my boyfriend’s voice in my head telling me he loved me and to be careful. I could only imagine how he felt. I just wanted to call him to let him know I was still here for him. I felt bad because I know he didn’t want the phone call he received from me to be a bad one, he wanted to know that I had made it safely home. Gosh, I felt like I let everybody down and it wasn’t my fault, but I guess he was thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him. He called my mother and asked her was everything ok! And should he come up there. She told he him, everything is ok and she well call you when she get home. I finally opened my eyes and saw my mom standing over me; as well my grandfather. He’s like a father to me. My dad made me understand no matter what happens to me he will never be there for me. He didn’t know what was going on, because mother and father don’t talk at all, so I called my dad even though I was in pain and out of it. He didn’t answer so I left a message he called me back. When he returned my phone called he didn’t ask if he should come and see me our if I was ok. What my father said to me was I shouldn’t have been out that damn late! at some boy house. Well he didn’t say boy he said another word it was like he was chewing me out and my mother had no control over me .That made even more painful feelings hit me. It hurts me so bad for my father not to be there, but I had courage still left in me. Weather he was there or not I know who was, and at that time all I cared about was me I just survived a life threaten accident. I called this something like a wakeup call in so many different ways. This was one of the fearful moments in my life, seeing all of these doctors over me, touching me, and trying to help me claim me down. My left hand was close shut, like a fist. I could not open my hand at all. It was in so much pain and I had bruises all over my body, The doctor told me that I would have to be strong while he try to see what was the problem. My hand was so swollen they could get it to straighten so they could get mi rings off. It made me feel as if my life had stopped like god was trying to tell me something. As the doctor tried to help me it was like I had went into a flash back of what had happened to me and how blessed I really was, but I sniped right back when he told my mother they didn’t know what wrong with me. I started to cry. The doctors then told my mom that he would have to do and ex-ray. He took me away then we came back and told her my left hand had been broken, and that my blood pressure was extremely low. I had never had anything broken before. So, of course this was frightening news. All my mom did was telling me not to worry. Everything would be ok. Still I couldn't wait to call my boyfriend and cry my eyes out like a big baby, just because he would let me. I couldn't wait to get out of this hospital. Thankfully I didn’t have to have surgery on my hand, but I did have to go get a cask put own it. In till I could go do that they wrapped me up real tight, and was ready to go. On the way home, all I could do was hope and pray I would not hear the words "What I tell you Kayla" come out of my mother’s mouth. That was something I really wasn't ready to hear, and I didn’t. The next Morin we got up went to the doctor and got me a bright orange case. The crazy thing was life wasn’t getting any better, because I ran track. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to run anymore then I felt life my life should had been taken away. Then things got better they told me I could run I just couldn’t left. This made me see that I was moving too fast in life. It was time for me to slow down. My dad would never be there for me he made me see if my life was taken away at that time he wouldn’t care. It took a lot of courage as well as fear to get thru what had happen to me. That could have been my life, but no it was my hand for six weeks. I could never get my life back but I could always get a hand. My life is parishes and I will never take it for granted. From my mother telling me no, to her been in by my side. It takes a strong person to deal with that. That kind experience, no matter who the person is what they may say, you have to be really strong. Known that could have been your life and known this has never happened to u before.