At that moment, If I knew what would happen, I shouldn't have brought my son with me. The sound of a car screeching to a halt pierced through my ears. But it was all too late.
Wham!
The last thing I knew was my head slamming on the airbag and my vision fading as the spiraling darkness sucked me in.
The sound of hurried steps and panicky voices woke me up. Still dazed and wincing with pain from my injuries, I tried to make out the jumble of words coming all over me. It took me time to understand what was going on. When I did, I wished I never woken up at all.
Dylan’s trapped in the passenger's seat.
I could barely feel the pain at all, even though I was bleeding all over and forced myself to get up from the stretcher while screaming my son's name.
"Please calm down, Ma'am.” A paramedic came to me, forcing me to lie down.
“No, my son's still in the car.” I sobbed, pushing her away with force. But I was so weak that it wasn't enough to drive her away.