It took less than 60 seconds for the red pickup truck, being driven by an intoxicated man in his late twenties to impact our car head on. The cars drove into each other, like two bulls ramming horns, and they left off the ground. Mid air, I heard nothing but the screaming of all four passengers, except me. My voice seemed to be lodged in my throat, like a guard, not letting in the trespasser called, "fear." I had never been one to be afraid. I went into shock. Everything moves a little slower to me. But I wish it had moved faster, because the pain only went longer as I watched the accident occur. The ripping in my chest, my mouth hung open, my breath stopped, my heart beat the only thing I could hear, the truck was pulled back down by gravity. I could almost feel, the attraction of the ground and the truck as we returned to the ground. I closed my eyes and put my hands on my ears, and started counting again, "1...2...3...." My counting never stopped until I was unconscious.