The "Accident" The pick-up bounced jarringly down the old dirt road. The driver sat up straight in the front seat, checking over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure that her cargo hadn't fallen out. * * * * * She wasn't sure why she had done it, but the fact was, she had and she did not want to get caught. There was no way she could tell anyone, not even her best friend. What was she supposed to do? Go to the police? Tell them that it was an "accident"? She wasn't sure how you "accidentally" stabbed someone 6 times in the back. It had partially been his fault too. If he hadn't made her so mad, she wouldn't have jokingly gotten the knife out of the kitchen drawer. 'I'm going to kill you', she had said. But she didn't really mean it. Did she? Their argument got more heated, until he was screaming at her. And then he hit her. She was too shocked to say anything. He had always been so gentle. She stared at him for a minute, and then he turned around to leave. She's not sure what came over her at that minute, she doesn't even remember what she was thinking. But she does remember jumping on him, and knocking him to the floor, and then taking her knife and plunging it in and out of his back. She had no recollection of what happened for the next 10 minutes, perhaps she blacked out, but when she finally stood up, she knew what she had to do. She walked out to the garage and got a tarp down off the shelf. Her father used it to cover the wood pile, but she figured he probably wouldn't notice it was gone for a while. She took the tarp back into the kitchen and rolled the body on to it, checking to make sure that she didn't get blood onto anything that would be noticeably stained. The large pool of blood on the floor would be a problem, but she'd take care of that when she got back. She finally managed to get his body into the back of her truck. He had been a fairly good sized boy, and it was a struggle for her. She made sure that it was secure in the back, since the gate didn't always close right. She didn't want any accidental spills in the middle of the road.
Home Scene - Corinne goes home from school. She heads for the bathroom. When she gets to the bathroom she sees blood all over. There is a bloody towel on the floor and a knife in the sink. She checks brothers room to try and find him. He’s not there. Corinne is shaken by what she has seen. She looks at family picture, longing for simpler times. She calls her mother to tell her what happened. Her mother promises to come home quickly. Corinne attempts self-care to deal with stress. Corbin comes in the house. He looks fine, except for a bit of blood on one sleeve of his shirt. Corinne is confused
As Monday morning rolled along, Molly gathered all her stuff at the door and yelled for her parents to hurry or she’d be late to catch the bus at school. With all her things stacked in the trunk of the car, her dad could hardly see past her purple suitcase in the rearview mirror, yet that didn't stop him from driving. When Molly and her family pulled up to the parking lot, it was packed with other seniors and their families, they had to park at the back near the entrance gate which was farther away from the bus she needed to go
She ran down the stairs to put her bags in the car. She looked around for her mother but she was no where in sight. Poor, naive little girl doesn’t she know the real monster her mother is? She greeted her best friend and got in the car.
A few weeks later, Gretel was found by police, asking why she was alone. Since the bodies had already been found and they found fingerprints on the gun, they were looking for matching DNA. When they tested her, to find out who her parents were, she was arrested for a double homicide, seeing as they found her mother was shot with the same gun and her prints were all over it. She was then arrested and sent to court where the trial was held. She pleaded innocent, but was eventually found guilty. Gretel was furious and lunged at her lawyer. She was then chased by police, and eventually caught and sent back to court to add to her list of
The door opened. She stood in the breach surveying the parking lot. Satisfied she turned, locked the door and hurried across the deserted lot to her car, a red Toyota with more rust than red. The tap tap of her high heels beat a drum on the cracked asphalt. The moon scurried behind the clouds as if to hide its face in horror
“Oh yeah… my bad,” Vek, his fear lessoning, draws his sword out of the metallic sheath covering his lower left side. “How do I always forget about this thing?” Vek goes berserk and runs to the first rat we saw, and then slashes it’s entire body in two, crimson stains the elegant sword. “I HATE RATS!” Vek throws his sword, piercing both the wall of the ship, and two of the rats. “DIE-”
An officer began a routine stop for someone exceeding the speed limit but the driver of the sports car they were trying to pull over speed up instead of slowing down. During the course of this chase the speeds of both the police car and the sports car rose to above 100 miles per hour. At the end of the high speed chase the officer lost control of their cruiser and ran up on a sidewalk hitting a pedestrian, ultimately killing the pedestrian. In the same moment hearing the commotion caused by this accident the sports car driver looked back and proceeded to crash the sports car. Following the impact the sports car driver was killed and now people are looking for a place to distribute the blame for these two deaths. It must be decided if the officer is at fault for these deaths and the best way for the police department to act following these deaths. The legal, ethical and moral aspects of each situation must be evaluated. After this evaluation is made decisions must be made that incorporate and satisfy all of these variables in a manner most favorable to the police department.
She sat for a moment as he apologized for the umpteenth time before heading back to the field. Every once in a while, he would glance back and if wasn’t for the fact that she was in pain, she would’ve mentioned how bright and calming his smile was.; especially with the afternoon sun gleaming behind him.
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
She sighs with relief. She has heard that a razor blade is the best instrument to use. She knew of women that had to take a piece of glass. She has prayed for courage and strength, yet it does not seem to arrive. The man runs his hands down the sides of her body. Has he pushes her skirt up he looks at her and says to her, "Don't move." He opens her legs and begins to operate. The glare from the poor lighting obstructs his view, but he continues any way. The heat has gotten to him and he is not as awake as he was in the morning. He blinks to regain some concentration and he takes his blade in his hands. He thinks about cleaning the blade first but the thought immediately escapes from his mind. He does not want to waste any more time on this girl.
Everyone recalls a memory of a horrendous accident when they are kids, for me it is the sinful accident at a ski resort in Japan. The event happened six and a half years ago on March 22, 2007. I was only an “innocent” nine year old, attempting my first shot at skiing. Even today, I still remember the dreadful fall into cavernous sludge, being stuck there for what felt like ages, panicking and yelping for help. This trip was meant to be a holiday, but as it commenced, it turned out to be the opposite.
She took a moment to contemplate her blood expanding into the crevices and gullies of the edge’s gap. She scanned the knoll ahead and around it and spotted the chunk. She walked over and picked it up, her knuckles getting whiter every second as she clutched the severed edge firmer and firmer. Then she spotted the culprit.
The global health challenge discussed in this week’s readings is unintentional injuries. Unintentional injuries is one of the leading cause of deaths and disability-adjusted life years (DALYS) worldwide. In addition, unintentional injuries is almost twice as those who died of lung cancer or HIV/AIDS. Unintentional injuries are “that subset of injuries for which there is no evidence of predetermined intent.” The unintentional injuries usually comes from road injury, poisoning, falls, fires, and drowning. In 2010, low and middle income suffer road injury. Drowning, fires, and falls had the same amount of death. Poisoning is only half of the amount of death from drowning, fires, and fall. Disability-adjusted life years (DALYS) there are more cases
Traumatic events come in many different ways at many different times of ones life. Mine came on the school bus while I was on my way home from school. The bus had stopped to let a couple kids off and I stood up to throw some trash away. I stood up we were rear ended by a young lady who had been trying to get a bee out of the car and not realized the bus had stopped. I was standing up and the impact caused me to bang into the seat in front of me and the one behind me. I didn’t realize what had happened until moments later when someone said something. As I began to sit down I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body and my heart started to beat rapidly.
Most can understand the traumatizing effect an accident can bring upon them, but not all. During the summer of 2009, I experienced what could happen during a wreck. It was another hot and dry day in Kansas, my sister and I had decided to take the back roads because the back tire was low. We were just having some fun, when suddenly everything went black. When I finally awoke wheat was flying everywhere and the car was still moving. Realizing that something was wrong, I yelled at the top of my lungs. Ashley woke up and tried to turn the car, but we ended up in a ditch. Leaving the car, I looked back at the damage and stared in awe as it struck me how lucky we were to still be alive. This memory is significant to me because it shifted how I will