Cut Off

Claudia G

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I can feel the weight of the car all around me. My seatbelt has become tighter than usual, and I can feel the glass specs touch my skin. As I watch the world around me disappear, I can’t help but wonder, how did I get here? What got me to this point? Could I have avoided it? Where would I be if I hadn’t become distracted with the little things? These questions grow louder as these pieces of glass insert themselves deeper into my skin. My body remains still; I don’t know if I can do anything to save myself — but even if I could — I can’t move. I am now transported. My mind has taken me back to before I got in the car. I can see myself, almost as if watching a movie, but I know everything that is going to happen. My mom approached me and gave me the typical “don’t text and drive” speech. I cut her off in the middle of it and told her that she does not need to worry, that I’d be fine. I got in the car and put my seatbelt on, I thought I was already off to a good start. I stopped at a red light and automatically grabbed my phone, I got hypnotized by the screen and forgot to look up. I’m brought back from the hypnosis when the car behind me honked his horn. I am so startled by the noise I dropped my phone. I started searching for my phone all around the floor of my car. I then had one hand on the wheel and the other on the floor of my car, I got desperate and looked down to find my phone lodged in the middle of my seat and the car door. I looked back up and found the answer to the questions in my head… this is what got me here, this is what I could have avoided. But it’s too late. I have no control over the movie my mind is playing. All I can do now is wait and see what happens. Just like that, I ran a red light and got hit by another car. The movie ends and I’m back to where I started. My car has now stopped flipping and I am upside down. I don’t feel any physical pain, only the guilt of choosing my phone over my life. I hear the vague sound of sirens, they are almost as loud as my mom’s screams, but she can’t save me now. I cut her off once again.