The Storm Starts
It was late August, just when the leaves were starting to crisp and fall to the ground, and while most teenagers would be out having fun with friends I’m sitting in a hospital room, watching the hours fade. I just sit, hopeless, as my life fades.
My name is Ember Wilde, I live in Ontario, California, and I turned 18 today, but it wasn’t what I expected it to be like when I was a little girl. I thought when I turned 18 I would be so excited to start college, and become a journalist or I’d have a huge party, and the whole school would be invited. You see that was just a wish, a hope, and in my life those barely ever come true. This day only brought horrible memories that I've tried so hard to push away, resurface, and this time it hit me in the face like a bag of bricks.
I sit at the edge of the bed holding my mothers frail hand, as tears were burning the outer corner of my eyes. I wiped my fallen tears and sniffled deeply into the sleeve of my light, camo jacket. I looked up at my mother, and I wished I could see her… All I wanted for my birthday was to see her face clearly. I know you're probably wondering why I can't see her completely.
When It was my 14th birthday my mom and I were driving home from school, and when she was asking about my day I completely ignored her, continuing to look at my phone, like Always, and I don't know why I used to do that… I guess it was just a faze. She tried to get my attention, I ignored her, then she took her eyes off the road and reached over to grab the phone away from me, she didn't realize we were driving into the opposite lane.
The last thing I remember from that moment was finally looking up from my phone, seeing two big truck headlights that were burning deep into my eyes, hearing the sound of the trucks ear hurting horn, my mothers frightened gasp, and then it all went silent….. Like everything was moving in some sort of slow motion. The next thing I can recall was waking up feeling so dizzy and I could taste the thick, metal blood in my mouth, and could hear the siren sounds in the distance. I slowly opened my eyes to barely see anything, but I could see some small, blurry stars in the grey, darkened sky. I looked down and saw my arm all cut up, almost like my skin was being scraped off my body, and the rough, painful road burn all down my legs, I could feel burning sensation on my bare back. I let out an agonizing sound when I tried to move. My clothes were torn, and covered in dirt and blood, and my hair was filled with dry blood. My whole body was trembling because I was so scared, I had no idea why I could barely see, and what if my mother is hurt, or worse, even dead…..afterall it would be my fault. Then everything went dark again, as I bashed my head on the cold, rigid, concrete road.
