Anxiety And The Crash-Personal Narrative

Narrative Essay Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I sat in the passenger seat with blood oozing down my face. The impact of the crash causing my face to hit the window. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was worry and anxiety. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. I had never thought this would happen to me. We could see the smoke coming out of the hood of the car. The bricks broken into little pieces. We sat there in silence, hoping that we were just dreaming. We never thought a little speeding would cause such trouble. One rushed drive to go to a meeting caused a major accident, that I will remember for the rest of my life. That day I learned that to be safe is better than being sorry and to never rush again. It was a chilly Friday morning in January when the incident occurred, but a little background information is needed to tell the whole story. My brother and I

I don't like to be late, so I was panicking, which caused my brother to speed. In the exit of our neighborhood, there is a slight hill and a brick wall that reads the name of our neighborhood across it. Unfortunately, a thin sheet of ice was blanketing the road, which was unusual because everywhere else it had melted. Speeding down this icy hill wouldn't be be the best decision, but we felt as if we had no choice due to the student government meeting. While speeding down this icy hill, my brother had lost control of the car. The car was skidding and continuing at a great speed. All of a sudden we heard a “CRASH". We had slammed into the brick wall causing bits and pieces of brick and dust flying out. We couldn't see a single thing due the dust pouring down the windshield. Since we crashed on the passenger side, I got most of the impact and my whole face hit the shattered window, causing scratches and profound amounts of blood to rise to the surface of my