The sounds were the worst. Maybe the feeling of moving but having no control of it. The car rolled twice and I was left on the side. The driver’s side door was crushed and the side panel was touching my arm, morphing itself around it.
I opened my eyes, my vision was blurry and I couldn’t seem to focus on any one thing fully. Glass was everywhere.
It was in my hair, on the seats, scattered around my legs. It was everywhere.
I looked around me, hoping that I’d be able to find someone to help. Maybe the person who hit me.
I looked through the windshield, since the window on the door would only show me the sky, but there was no one to be seen. The car that hit me was gone - long, long gone. They must’ve known they hit me, maybe they were too scared to deal with the police or insurance.
