Maria Gianna Gasparovich

Professor Harper
26 April 2015
Creative Writing Essay
Impact
It was a Tuesday afternoon and the crystal clear blue sky made my smile grow as the
warm sun made the silky country road glisten. After what felt like an eternity, my exhausting day
running errands was finally coming to an end as I started to return home. Ecstatic over my newly
purchased navy blue Impala I cruised through the slow winding roads and rolled down the
windows to enjoy the fresh air. It was as if time slowed down just for me to appreciate the little
things life had to offer me. The time was 15:20.
I suddenly felt a wave of discomfort and pulled to the side of the desolate road. The
beaten asphalt seemed to be infinite and route 301 was nowhere in sight. Panic crept up and
began to toy with my thoughts. Did I miss a turn? No. Maybe I turned too soon. No. Whatever it
was, after looking at my phone to find it had no signal there was no choice but to turn around and
retrace my steps. Taking a deep breath I turned off the radio and made my way back onto the
road looking for a place to turn around. The time was now 15:35.
Ahead was a stop sign and I let the car crawl to a safe stop. Nervously I look both ways
to find that theres a blind curve on my left. Inch by inch I scoot the car forward trying to make
out if there is any incoming traffic. I hesitantly wait three minutes constantly looking and waiting
afraid that Id misjudge the intersection. One, two, three, four, five times I looked and finally

decided that it was safe to go. But before I could make it to the other side time screeched to an
utterly painful halt. The time was now 15:50.
Before I could think my car began to spin like a top as my body was flung into the driver
side door. My life flashed before my eyes as I watched in terror as a monstrous F250 rolled over
the front end of my car crushing the frame and nearly paralyzing me. Adrenaline burst through
my veins as I stomped on the breaks as I attempted to gain control of my car. The horrific event
got even worse as the truck bounced, crumpled and rolled into the ditch in front of me. As if a
gun had just been shot next to my ears, they rang and pierced my head as I was thrown back, I
tried to close my eyes and just wish it were a terrible nightmare. The time was 15:52.
I swung my door open and ran to the other vehicle. My heart sank with every step as I
feared that I wouldnt like what was on the other side. Sighing in relief, I find the passengers to
be two teenage girls as they climbed through the windshield without a problem. My heart raced
and I blurted out that I was utterly sorry. The one girl looks at me and screams are you that
fucking stupid? You were texting and driving! I saw your head down! Appalled by her
accusation I did what any adult would do and grabbed my registration and information from my
car. The screaming and accusations continued as she called her father to come to the scene. To no
surprise the girl only lived two miles away from the intersection. Stunned by the event I
scrambled to get my cell phone and call my house. With little to no signal I begged for one of my
parents to drive 40 minutes to come get me and my car that now resembled a crushed soda can. It
was now 16:00.
I felt the rush of adrenaline begin to drain from me as I sat in the cop car. Staring at the
mutilated bits of metal that belonged to the truck, the officer and EMT approached me. The

officer looked at the field and then back at me. One of the last things I remember hearing from
him was that I was lucky to be alive, if not paralyzed. I couldnt remember the time.
The next few hours faded away as my concussion slowly ate away at my memory. I
remember giving my report to the officer and vaguely getting into a vehicle that resembled my
mothers only to wake up a day later in my bed feeling nothing but pain from head to toe.
Terrified, I tried to get up and the jolt of pain caused me to cry out and whimper at the foot of my
bed. After I limped down the steps I had found that everyone had already left for work or school.
I noticed a small sticky note on the smooth marble countertop that read If you wake up and
come downstairs call me. Love, Mom. I couldnt figure out why I was in pain nor could I
remember what day it was or why my family was so nice all of a sudden. Then it hit me as I
walked outside to let the dog out. My car sat in front of the yard smashed to bits. Barely
resembling the vehicle I had just purchased four days ago. It was then that I realized that maybe
the impact didnt just mess with my car but also my mind. The time was 08:10 and the sky never
looked so blue.