Walking towards the crossing, my phone begins to ring, "Really, mum!" a mone to myself.
“What now mum” I’m really not in the mood for round 2” I'm not in the mood for this.
“how dare you hang up on me Avery, I’m just trying.........”
“What....? To help.....? You're not helping, and you know dam well you're not.” At this point I’m so blind with hurt and anger, I didn’t even bother to check before crossing the street. “If you can’t respect I have a hold on my own mental health mother, then.........? I have no time to move, f**k!
Attempting to open my eyes, "Why are people yelling?" I can’t open my eyes. It’s too bright. “some one get an ambulance” I don't understand, what’s happening! “DON’T MOVE HER.” My head, it’s so heavy, “I can’t breath” did any one hear me? “He drove off. Who does that?” Who drove off? Why am I in so much pain?
“ma’am, I need you to stay still for me” I feel a hands on my face, gently lifting my eye lids. It’s too bright! “My name is Ben, I’m going to help you, ok!” I hear him ordering someone to pass him something, “ This may hurt, but please stay still, I’m just putting a neck brace on you”
“PLEASE, STOP”..... It’s too much! I try to resist, it hurts so funking much, and why am I dizzy? Why do I hurt..... “STOP” Everything’s a blur. it's so dark. Where did the light go, “please” I whisper, “ She’s losing consciousness.”