By Ali Randall
The girl looked down and checked her speed,
I felt as if that girl was me
When she saw the headlights coming
I flew back 500 feet
I stood there with strong arms around me
And watched this deadly scene
As the car slammed into her door
The girl did not scream
She had something around her
Other than a belt
Keeping her safely in her seat
In slow motion the window shattered
The car began to spin
One time around…
Two times around…
And then I saw the scene again.
This time it happened at normal speed
And on the second time around
I heard a voice that said
“Okay I can let go”
Then I was released.
The car spun one more time around
Before it came to a stop.
But for that final spin I had no sense or thought.
When that girl came to she first thought
“This must have been a dream.”
Then that thought was proven wrong
When she heard someone scream.
“Are you okay” is what he said
She tried to say, “I don’t know”
But the final word was all she spoke
As her vision restored
She saw her door was smashed against her seat
I asked myself who is that girl?
That was involved in this deadly scene?
It was the oddest feeling
To realize I knew that girl who had just checked her speed
“Well how strange,” I thought “that girl was me!”
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