his is not real!!! she screamed in her head. This cannot have happened... how could this really have had happened??? They will figure out that that this really did not happen and they will have to let me go... she rationalized to herself. She laid down on the narrow bench provided for her in the holding area and closed her eyes.
The images of her day before and after kept running through her head like a homemade movie, over and over and each time she had to try to convince herself that ending would change the next time around... only it did not. the same ending.... Her standing at the top of the bridge span, staring into the dark choppy waters, unable authenticate what she just witnessed. She was shaking almost uncontrollably.
She had spend a day with her two brothers and sister-in-law. They had sat around, watched the game, drank and ate the best homemade spagetti dinner. The alcohol seemed so inconcequential that none of them kept track... Plus the food would absorb it anyway and she would be good to go. She told her self she had to be more careful, having had gotten two traffic tickets in the last 3 months made it financially hard for a while. Being an artist was hard to start with, but in this economy it was almost impossible. So having to pay off the tickets, or actually explaining to her parents why they should help her had made her life interesting to say the least. She stayed later to help with cleanup and dishes, because she liked feeling she was helpful for once........ Instead of being the needy one. She kissed her brother who was passed out in his easy chair, hugged his wife and wished she could levitate home. As she was driving down the deserted highway, the alcohol seemed to make its presents known all at once and suddenly. She felt dizzy and tired. Her eyelids became almost unbearably heavy. feebly she kept wetting her eyes to make them function normally again. The alcohol was coursing through her veins, sending tingles trough all of her body, from her stomach down to her feet and up her arms. franticaly she rolled down all her windows in vain hope that the ice cold air would jolt her back to reality. She blasted her radio as loud as her speakers would let her. She wanted to get home. She wished she had stayed at her brothers. She would be in bed, sleeping off the horrible buzz she was now sporting. oh please please let me get home. She was so wrapped up in trying to stay awake, she had no time to react to what was about to happen next.
Her husband told her he loved her and asked her to be please be careful... And to make sure her seatbelt was on... She told him she would be there in 20 min and hung up the phone. She didnot like the idea of being on the phone and driving at the same time. She chuckled as she said outloud, i am old school, two hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. She was tired, ready to get home. Her boys were her life, she just wanted more than anything in this world, to hug them and to kiss them good night. She turned on her radio as she pulled onto the interstate. Just a few more minutes, over the bridge and she would almost be home. She felt happy and light. She loved her life, her family and her work. Life was good. In her head she was making plans for tomorrow, to get up, to go to church, breakfast and the relax with her boys... She loved being the only one on the road.... she felt like it was built just for her.... The suddenly, headlights appeard in her rear view mirror... Before she fully realized what they were, the little car was approaching at a very high rate of speed. She could feel her heart skip a beat..... her hands turned cold and clammy... She grabbed the wheel even harder, as if holding on to it would help her brace for the impact. The next time she looked up the little car was right behind her, almost touching her bumper..... she screamed and cried at the same time......The little cars engine started to make threatening noices as if it was revving up. She tried to motion the car to move along as if to apologize for being in its way. But the little car just kept getting closer and closer.
Why cant this stupid truck get out of my way>>> she screamed...... I just want to get home. please please i dont want to hurt you but if you dont hurry the hell up i will have to push you... The alcohol was totally skewing what she would rationally think... her foot suddenly had a life of its own.... and pushed down on the pedal even harder....... The bumper of the slow poke was getting closer and closer.... the driver was waving and motiong, but for some reason her boozing brain refused to send a message to her foot to lay off... i just want to get home she whispered.... please get in the other lane... This is the fast lane.. and i am going fast... please mooooovveeee.... but the truck would not move the driver was frightened, and pale..... but her foot was still on the gas pedal.... and would not move.... she was screaming again... I JUST WANT TO GET HOME!!!!! GO IN THE OTHER LANE!!!! but the driver in front just kept waving her arms around without geting the point.... t
The first impact was not as hard as she had thought..... just a jolt...... the second was harder, and spun the SUV around.... The frightened driver tried in vain to correct the truck back on the road. But in doing so she accidentally over corrected.... the suv hit the guardrail and flipped on its roof.... it spun like a top faster and faster picking up speed with each rotation. With each rotation the truck edged closer and closer to the side of the bridge............. then suddenly, the suv was gone.... and all that was left was the air full of smoke from the metal grinding against the blacktop. she pulled her car to the side of the bridge.... and with much effort looked over the side of the bridge.... there was absolutely no sign on the truck....if not for the bubbles coming up she could swear this never happened.... So she decided to get back into her car and drive home..... thats where she was heading and thas where she would go.... She could hear the voices of passers by who had suddenly happenen to drive by or witness first hand what had just taken place. She jumped back into her car and drove off... The whole way home she kept repeating this did not happen.... this is not happening...
When the car hit her car her first reaction was to try to pull away........ then she realized that her car was spinning and she was on top of the bridge. She screamed when the car hit her again, the force of the collision this time forcing the wheel out of her hands.... she said her final prayer and send a kiss to her angels and her husband.... Then everything went silent and dark..
What the heck was wrong with this lady??? why is she trying to take off??? she just hit that poor ladys trick sending it over the bridge and now she is trying to leave.... hey lady!!! where do you think you are going?????? no ma'am you need to stay until the police gets here.... no give me the keys... you cannot take off.... you...................
Why are these people following me? this did not happen... i imagined it... my brain concoced it... i had too much to drink last night... hhaahahahha that would be trip... a car going over the top of the bridge....that does not happen..... why cant they just let me be... what are all these cop cars doing that way????? there must ba real bad one back there... i just want to get home... i just want to get home.... ijust want to get home.....
