I of junior high, anxiously flipping through

I remember the fear in my brother’s eyes. I remember every thought that ran through my head at that exact moment. I remember it all. The moment I looked up from my cell phone and realized we were heading straight into another car at full speed. In that moment, I thought I’d never see my brother, my family, friends, or anyone ever again.The moment I realized our vehicle was approaching the rear end of another car, I shut my eyes tightly and prayed it was just a dream. I hoped I would wake any second from this horrible nightmare I was currently living in. At the moment of impact, I watched my entire life flash before my eyes, as if it was a home movie playing in my head. I saw myself at seven-years-old, climbing my papaw’s sacred apple trees and swimming in the creek on hot July days. I watched 11-year-old me nervously walk through the doors for my first day of junior high, anxiously flipping through my planner, praying the next three years would go by fast. I revisited eighth grade dance, twirling and dancing the night away and having the time of my life. I finally opened my eyes, and for a moment, it was all a blur. My mind couldn’t process this incident. I couldn’t believe this had actually happened to us. I finally realized it was reality when I felt my brother lying on top of me. For a split second I thought my older brother, the one who has always been there for me, my best friend from the minute I was born, was dead. I began to panic. I nervously started to shake uncontrollably. I could feel the anxious sweat and tears roll down my face. As I prepared myself to start screaming for help, he finally sat up and looked over at me. I instantly felt a rush of relief blast throughout my body. I had never felt such relief in my life. I then tried to reach over to open my door, but I couldn’t. The anxious sweat came over me again like a tidal wave. I could not move my arms, not even a little. Thousands of thoughts ran through my head. “I’m paralyzed”, I thought as I nervously sat there feeling completely helpless; “I’ll never be able to use my arms again.” I began to panic. I then realized it was not just my arms I could not move, but I could not feel anything at all. I began to think irrational thoughts. “Maybe it wasn’t just my arms that were paralyzed, but what if my whole body was?” This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. The nervous sweat and panicking was back again. I felt completely numb for about three minutes, which felt like three years. I then realized it was my adrenaline causing me to feel no pain, or anything at all for that matter. I eventually started to feel the shattered glass stuck in my face and sprinkled all throughout my hair. I could feel the blood rushing down my face, almost like tears. I then heard my brother’s screams and watched him rush out of the car. He hastily sprinted to the passenger side of the car and flung open the door. I watched the blood from my face drip on to the cold, hard ground as he carried me out of the mangled car and placed me on the side of the glass-shattered road. The dripping of the blood looked like melting ice cream on a hot summer day, sopping wet, tumbling down the sides of the cone. After seeing the blood, I remember everything slowly fading to black. I remember my brother shaking me and calling my name and I so badly wanted to respond, but I couldn’t. There was a giant lump in my throat, like the feeling of dry swallowing a giant pill without any water, or the feeling of desperately trying to hold back tears. I could not speak, no matter how hard I tried. When I woke in the ambulance, for the first time, I saw my brother cry. My brother was always the strongest person in my life. For him to cry, it worried me. I thought something was horribly wrong. I was more scared at that moment than I was at the scene of the accident. I was terrified until he squeezed my hand and said the same several words he’s said since we were little; “It’s just you and me against the world.” Those words were enough to calm me in any situation. They were enough to make me feel like he was a superhero whose words had magical powers, because every time he said them, everything would seem to suddenly be ok.After several x-rays, MRI’s and numerous tests, the doctor’s decided we were fine and had only minor injuries. My brother walked away with a fractured knee and crutches, and I had a fractured neck and wrist, facial abrasions and major back pain. My brother and I didn’t have a care in the world before the accident. We were carelessly carrying on, talking and laughing about everything under the sun as we usually did. I now suffer from migraines because of the head trauma I experienced in the accident, and he has become extremely over-protective of me, but otherwise we are both perfectly fine. I am extremely thankful we were able to walk away from the awful wreck, but I am mostly thankful to still have my older brother still here with me today. 

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