My Life Be Like Car Crash Novels & Stories

My engine roars to life and I speed into the highway, already dialing Elena's number but she doesn't pick up. I raise my head up to focus on driving when an oncoming car crashes into mine. The emptiness of my life flashes before my eyes and my entire world goes fucking black.

I swerved dangerously to the left to avoid a collision, but after that, when I slammed on the brakes to reduce the speed, it failed. “Gosh!!” I screamed in urgent fright and slammed the pads even more anxiously, but it was too late; my life was already flashing before my eyes. The car barreled ahead with me inside, watching helplessly as my car crashed into a tall iron pole, letting out a loud, deafening sound with an impact that instantly covered my face with darkness.

My car tumbles multiple times through the air as I begin to see flashes of memories, moments both joyful and painful, flickering before me in rapid succession. Finally, the car lands back on its tires with a jolt, and I sit there, dazed by the sheer force of the crash. But as the dust settles and the chaos subsides, I realize, almost miraculously, that I am unharmed. With shaky hands and a racing heart, I stumble out of the wreckage, shaken and disoriented. Without a destination in mind, I begin to walk away from the scene, each step feeling like a surreal blur.

It rocks and slides, nearly toppling, becoming dented and smashed inward as it hops up onto the curb. The noise is deafening, and I feel like a ragdoll as my body is thrown around wildly, yanked back and forth by gravity. I’m restrained by my seatbelt and the guard’s arm, but we’ll all fairly helpless to do anything but try to minimize the damage to our bodies. Glass shatters somewhere on my left, but I’m still just trying to get my bearings. I’ve never been in a car crash before, and I’ve heard people say that time slows down in this sort of accident. I wish time would slow down, everything is happening all at once, and I can’t keep up.

I slam on my brakes, knowing damn well it's not going to help. Dread spreads through my belly, knowing the inevitable crash is coming. And it's all my fault. Day in and day out I help in the ER, fixing people who get into unfortunate accidents. I just never thought I'd be one of the patients. I watch myself almost removed from my body as I panic, trying to turn to the side, but end up smashing into the damn car. I can hear the crunch of the metal against metal. The squeal of skidding tires. The honking horns.

And I am standing still inside a sentence that has already decided my future. My womb will soon be gone. The one part of me that could create life. The irony tastes cruel. I survived a car crash at twelve. I survived losing my parents. I survived my aunt’s bitterness, her sharp words slicing into me like I was responsible for their deaths. But this? A car horn blares violently. My body jerks backward just as headlights flash inches from me. A vehicle screeches to a halt. The driver rolls down the window, shouting in rapid French, furious and frightened. “Êtes-vous fou? ”

My body slammed everywhere as my whole life flashes right before my eyes. Was the time I spent living was enough? Did I even felt happy? Did I live the life I wanted to live? Did someone ever love me? These questions ran through the back of my mind and all the answers are no. I felt my bones crushing and blood was trickling all over. My vision started to get blurry. I started having trouble in breathing. I think I'm about to make a huge mistake, but I made up my mind. "I WILL LIVE! I'LL LIVE, YOU JERK!" I screamed as loud as I can right before the deep ocean hit the vehicle. I shut my eyes tight, desperately wishing this torture will end.

The voice cries. The car makes contact with my body and I'm lifted off the ground, into the air and it's like time stops moving as I land on the back glass of the car hard, hear it crack then I land on the ground with a thud which causes my head to bounce off the asphalt and back down like a rag doll. Life... It's short and unpredictable. You don't know when it'll be your turn to go so you shouldn't live it recklessly. I lived mine the way it treated me and I'm leaving it the way I have always lived it — full of pain.

If only I had another chance. “If I live…” I whispered, the words trembling but fierce, “I’ll destroy you.” At that point, I heard a loud bang and the car crashed in a firely explosion that drew me painfully into unconsciousness.

It pained like hell when I tried it, so I stopped. Now, I just had to hope some supernatural powers would magically rescue me or else, I’m as good as dead. He got in the car and started the car. We were almost out of the compound when we got into a loud crash. I could tell a car had hit us. I tumbled all over the car and kept screaming. Maybe the crash was for the best. At least, I wouldn’t be the only one dying. This wicked man would die too, and I would be satisfied in my death.