Looking around me, I realize it’s all over. Jordan laying half outside the windshield, I grab his shoulder thinking that he was dead. Quickly he looks at me, face covered in blood, he shouts get out! He scurries out of the upside-down truck threw the passanger window. I hang from the seat belt, confused with what happed; I find the buckle and replace myself. Realizing my glasses were no longer on my face, I begin to search the rubble. I feel a hand grab the back of my collar, and my survival instincts activate. I quickly pull away from it and swing at it. A man outside the truck shouts “get out, I’m trying to help!” I look half blinded and come to my senses, and crawl out. Squeezing through the small opening, I see Jordan on top of the ditch, his hands covering his face, while he wimpers. I zip up the ditch and see the demolished Pontiac. The Couple in it were sitting under a tree, the girl was crying, but looked alright as did the man. I asked if they were alright, but no reply, I felt insulted and walked in desperate search for my glasses. Diving back into the truck, I begin to dig through the old brake pads and napkins. After two minutes I give up, and exit the crash. As soon as I squeeze out I check myself and notice blood all over me, I search myself and cannot find a wound, and I realize the blood wasn’t mine.
All of the sudden a man in a hat approaches me, and asked me a hundred questions. I try to answer all I can, but the EMS insisted I get in the ambulance, I