May 17,2007

It was about 3 in the morning. I woke up from my slumber blinking away my tears.... Yeah i was crying while sleeping. After recognising my surroundings, I darted out to my parents room. i started  jumping on top of them while they were sleeping. Within seconds, they woke up startled nd stared at me with wide eyes as i was sobbing.

"Eooommmmaaa!" I whined , " I had a bad dream"

My parents eyes softened as my mom took me in her arms, my dad was caressing my back."Awww honey bun,"my mother cooed, "It was a dream sweety , it wasnt real. What did you dream about?"

I shifted uncomfortably, the memory was still fresh in my head, but still i wanted to tell them. This was one of the most real dreams I've ever had. "Well..." I sniffed, "i had a dream that mom and i got hit by a car while she was driving, and i got hurt really bad. But I started panicking when i couldn't see mom.."

My parents shifted uncomfortably, looking at each other before looking back at me. "We're listening sweety, continue telling us," said my dad with a concerned face. I told them every single thing, I also slept with them that night. Right in between them as they hugged me tightly, making me feel safe.

The next morning, I ran out the house, backpack slung over my shoulder and a peice of buttered toast in my mouth."BYE APPA!" I tried to yell with the toast in my mouth before closing the door. I hopped in the car and set my backpack besides me, my mom smiled as she started up the car and drove off. I finished my toast and looked out the window, it was a nice day. Partly cloudy and windy, I furrowed my eyebrows, watching the loosely attached street sign spin around because of wind . All of a sudden, the car came to an hault, then accelerated again. I yelped in surprise, being launched forward and then back into my car seat.

"sorry honey bun", my mom said, looking at me before looking back at the road, " a bird almost flew into the window. Silly birds, gotta watch where they're going" she chuckled. Um, birds...? I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Eomma..?" I called to her quietly, but quiet enough for her to hear, " can u turn down the road instead..?" My mom looked at me weirdly through the mirror.

"But why? That's not the way to your school,honey bun." she said with a slightly worried tone. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat again.

"In my dream. I-I saw a spinning street sign and a bird almost hit the car before-" I cut my sentence, hoping she knows where it is going with this. Now it was her turn to be uncomfortable.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "H-Honey bun it was just a dream, we're going to be alright ..." she looked at me with reassuring eyes. it honestly didn't make me feel better at all. she started to drive again when the light hit green, stopping all other sides except ours so we could proceed.

"But eomma please, can we just-" a mass force hit us, hard on the right side of our car. It was so fast that I didn't even notice, I grunted before screaming as our car started tumbling over and over like some action movie. I was swung around in my seat which was already beginning to loosen. I hit everything as i swung around, I even hit the window, which dazed me as i groaned in pain, tears coming out. The car finally began coming to a hault as the window next to me shaddered , glass flying in my face, only cutting me up more. The car finally stopped, the fact that it stopped upside down only added to the problem. My whole body ached, blood travelling down my dangling arms as they viciously dripped to the ground. I shifted a little, only resulting in my car seat belt letting me fall down to the ground. I yelped before groaning, vomiting up blood. My muscles twitched and ached, I could barely move. All i saw was red around me, and i finally began to panick.

"E-Eomma.." I quietly choked out after coughing up more blood, tears began to come out of my eyes again as i looked to the front seat. Relief washed over my whole body when i heard a groan, my blurry vision allowing me to see my mother's arm dangling, blood was slowly seeping down her arm, she was flexing her fingers and slightly grunted. Relieved to see her alive, i reached my bloody and cut up arm for her, but couldn't reach. I brought my arm back in, then focused on myself. I looked at the only revealing skin on my body. I saw no blood on my dress since it was black, but my arms and legs were bruised and bloody. My white tennis shoes were almost completely red. I've never seen this much red on and around my body before.

"Help me..." I barely could mutter, My throat hurt to much to speak. I began to hear to hear yelling outside the dark car. Things like "get them out of there!" or "oh man holy shit!" I did not know if i was been saved or not. But the damage finally got to my head as i saw dark hands coming from my mom's window, pulling on her arm. I closed my eyes...

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Beep,Beep,Beep. I heard a sound but ignored it, I assumed i was dead and so i thought it'd be the best if I just went back to sleep. My eight year old mind couldn't deal with this right now. But as my eyes were closed, I saw a face, like it was there then it wasn't. Just a flash, I couldn't process what or who that face belonged to. WAKE UP!  I heard a whisper scream in the back of my head, which caused my eyes to shoot open. I could tell it was the hospital room, the beeping was the ECG. I looked at my hands which were bruised and cut up, bandages covered the really deep cuts on my arms. There was a needle in my hand, which should've scared me, but i didn't care at the moment. I was startled when i looked to my right, my dad was staring at me with a surprised face, tears seeping out. "Appa..." I said quietly, he immediately put his face in my lap, sobbing.

10 minutes went by, I was informed that i was in a com for 5 days. The driver that struck us died almost instantly, and that i'd be in the hospital for a while. I lost a lot of blood, too much, they struggled to keep me alive. "What about eomma?" I asked, " Is she still in a coma..?" I got scared. The kind nurse smiled, shaking her head.

"No dear.. She's just sleeping". She woke up 2 days ago, " she reassured with a smile, a small weight lifted off my aching shoulders. My dad slept in a rocking chair, the nurse left after she changed the I.V bags. I looked at myself through the hand mirror the nurse gave me. I had two big cuts on my left cheek and a big one that was covered by a big band-aid on my right cheek. There were bandages covering my forehead, right under my bangs. I put the mirror down, not wanting to see anymore. "Did this really happen?" I asked myself in a whisper 

Was this just the beginning......?

A/N: TBH... I am very proud of myself and this, but i also feel its crappy, LMAO...Did i do well... My imagination is wild, isn't it ..? Please gibe me suggestions .. Hope u enjoyed