Jassmine Dominguez-Torres

PCA 233-EN-03: Story craft

08 April 2021

Story 2

For this story, I decided to take a look back into my Diagnostic Story and expand on it to show

my improvement in writing since February.

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“Watch out!” I yelled out from the front passenger seat of the old 2003 Acura TL. As I

felt the words slip out of my mouth, out of the corner of my eye I could see the flashing lights of

another car heading directly in my direction. Colorful lights continuously flashed before me up

until the point where they blinding me. The car rotated to the point where I was unable to feel

anything I’d felt before. I screamed and screamed as the rotating car crashed into my legs. As I

saw the car heading in my direction in my mind, I knew I’d be the most impacted, yet I had some

hope it was all a dream. My body slammed jolting my head forward until I was head-to-head

with the other driver. I looked directly into her eyes and as weird as it sounds, I was looking into

a mirror. She seemed the same age as me making me wonder what her life had been like. I

attempted to find out how she was after the accident, but I had no luck. I turned to the left and

watched my mom’s body jolt forward, just as my body had. At the same time, the airbag came

up giving my mom’s body a bit of cushion to crash into. Looking back, I wish I could’ve done

something to lower the impact she had. I wish I could’ve helped her. Sadly, I couldn’t even help

myself.

I’ve been sitting here for the past five months, with no one to talk to, just swimming in

my own thoughts. Thinking and thinking, doing nothing else. Even if I wanted to do anything
else, I for sure couldn’t. Mom visits me every day at 4, she’s never missed a day ever since she

recovered. I attempted to reach out and talk to her, but I haven’t been able to. In the past five

months I’ve struggled to open my eyes or even open my mouth. When I first gained

consciousness of what happened after the accident, it took me a while to process it. I could see

my body, but I couldn’t exactly control it. I tried and tried, but nothing worked. In the beginning,

I tried to scream, to get their attention but no one could hear me. I’ve tried to hug my mom from

the beginning, but I can’t grab her. I pass right through her every time I try to hug her. It’s the

hardest thing I’ve had to deal with. After all, it’s only her and I. My dad had passed away a few

years ago and my mom never bothered to remarry. I’ve been asleep and away from home for so

long I don’t remember my life outside of these four walls anymore. It’s lonely here. Sure, people

visit, but what’s the point if I don’t have the chance to interact with them. The doctors would

explain to my visitors how badly the accident had impacted me and then I understood why they

couldn’t hear me. I had already died, and she wasn’t ready to let go.
Reference:

Dominguez-Torres, Jassmine. “Diagnostic Story.” 02 Feb. 2021. Butler University, Indianapolis.

Student paper.