A smile. "Alright" A kiss.
Left lane must turn. Okay. Left lane, left hand turn, makes sense. I have a green light.
I had a green light. I had a green light, right? I see everything. The airbag explode up towards me. My left arm protecting my face from the impact. The little pieces flying through the air. Glass? My right arm reaching up to protect me. My body thrown back and forth. My foot trying to find the brake peddle. What is going on?
I stand next to my car, trembling in terror. I look at everything. My left arm in pain. I think. I rub it gently. It only hurts more. I hear someone talking to me. Words. What do they want? Don't they see I don't know? No. I was alone in the car. The car. Is it okay? No glass. The windows are fine. But the pieces? My charm bracelet. Broken. Didn't I have the green light?
Drinking? No, never. Coming from my boyfriends. Just down the street. Half a mile maybe. I don't know. Parents. Yeah. I should call them. Cell phone. Where is it? Thrown around too. My arm throbs more now. I continue to rub it. It only hurts more.
What do you mean I have to drive it home? I can't drive. No. Not in that car. Please. Tears. I can feel them in my eyes. Dad's too sick to drive. I have to drive. On the expressway. Okay. Deep breath. My arm hurts doesn't it? I'm too cold. The window is open so I can breathe. I feel closed in. Claustrophobic in that car. I had a green light. I had the green light.
"Sorry I'm just calling you, but I just got home."
"Just getting home? What?"
"I got into a car accident on the way home. Five minutes from your house."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I think my arm hurts."