On August 14,2002 when I was 17 I had one of those life altering car wrecks. I shouldn’t be here today, I was speeding and hit a tree on a back road on the way to my dad’s house. I need to mention I was coming home from a funeral. I sat there in my car unable to reach my cell phone for at least 2 hours in the Texas heat until my neighbor drove up and found me. I was Care flighted from the scene, to Harris Downtown, where the first person there was my best friend Laura’s mom Suzanne (she works downtown). I spent over a week in the hospital, I missed the first day of my senior year. It was a not a good time for me.
Things happened during the healing process that hurt me more then my car wreck did. I was living with my dad when my car wreck happened, I don’t full understand the details of everything that went down in the week I was home from the hospital, nor will I probably ever know. All I know is that at the end of that week I was moved back in with my mom with out being asked if I wanted too. My mom and I were not on the best terms when I was made to move back in with her. I was left alone alot during the healing process because my moms work sch. and I was still angry at my dad.
Then as if I wasn’t already hurting enough and being left alone with those angry thoughts. Is week later one of my class mates died in a car accident very similar to mine (side note I went to a tiny high school with less then 400 students in the whole high school). I was affected in so many ways by this incident, one thing I have never under stood why her and not me. There is nothing special about me.
Seven years later this all still haunts me. I can’t talk about about it to my family because I feel like if I did they would say that I should move on it was along time ago. Are that they would say that why worry about the past. I am not saying my family is heartless but that they don’t like weakness. So what is a crazy girl to do?