Sometimes you go through things and then after you live them you can't believe they happened to you. The details are blurry, the memory slips away from your brain the more you try to recall it. Sometimes you barely escape things. Sometimes you have to thank God to be alive.

Last night we all went to Dan's house...me, Tim, and Allison. Tim did all the driving, and at the end of the night he drove Allison and I home. We were coming down a road past a high school, and just beyond the school there is a sharp curve. It was dark out, and the roads were seemingly innocent, yet deadly; it had been raining before.

I was sitting behind Allison, in the backseat on the righthand side. I don't remember much, the details are choppy and I don't know if I can trust myself on their accuracy. I had not been wearing a seatbelt. I always wear my seatbelt, but this time I had not, and that is weird.

Tim made the turn way too fast, probably around 40 mph. It's a very sharp turn, and it tends to sort of sneak up on you. When he made it, I could feel my body sliding to the other side of the car, and then I was lying down across the backseat of the car like I would a couch. Then, the car jeered suddenly in the opposite direction, and from the front seat I could hear Tim saying, "What the hell..." All i could see was leather seats and a little beat of green from my sweatshirt. Leather seats...

It was then that I knew something was wrong. But I couldn't see anything, only the leather. I knew the car was sliding across the road, and I didn't know what would stop it. Movies displayed themselves across my brain. Crashing into woods, rolling down a hill, burning, dying, legs being amputated....then it ended. We crashed into a telephone poll on the other side of the street. It was so unreal. The car was moving, and then the movement was over, creating a loud crash. The rear window of the car and the side window instantly turned into a thousand pieces, and the glass tears rained on me. The glass was in my clothes, in my ear, in my pockets. It cut my skin a little bit, but not too bad. On impact, my leg and back moved in a weird way, and today my back is still a little sore. But I am ok.

When everything was over, I can remember the first thing I thought. I thought how horrible it was that this happened to Tim's car. Then I thought about what to do next. Who to call, how we would get home, if my parents would find out.

We all got out of the car, and immediately Tim started asking us if we were ok. We were. Allison was making wimpering noises, and I was shaking involuntarily. I walked around the car, looking at it, noticing that the poll hit right where I would have been sitting if I had had my belt on. But I didn't absorb that part till later.

Two minutes later, two police cars rolled up. We hadn't even called the police yet. I was on the phone with Jordan, telling her to pick me up. The cops were asking questions, like if Tim was drinking. He wasn't. Tim was saying sorry, Allison was still wimpering, some neighbors came out to see what was going on. There were many things going on in my brain that I could not sort out. I wasn't mad at Tim. It wasn't his fault. But he felt very guilty and was concerned for us. He called his parents, and then Jordan came, and we went home.

I told my parents when I got home. At first my mom was a little mad, but she settled down, and she is not mad, but concerned for me. As for me, I have learned a lot. You can't always appreciate things until you are in those split seconds in which you might lose them. I feel like someone does watch me. Like someone was telling me not to put my belt on. I feel like I was shown something, and from that I must learn from it. This was without a doubt, the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. I still can't believe it was me in that car and not a muscular actor on TV. Sometimes I feel I am lucky to be alive.