I opened my eyes.
Light and dizzying colours hit me hard in the face.
I could make out shapes, moving shapes.
People.
Wailing noises hurt my ears.
People screaming.
People were screaming.
I tried to see past the colours and light; to see what was going on in front of me.
Red.
Blood.
Everywhere.
My blood.
The bus driver's blood.
The passengers' blood.
Blood.
Then there was metal, underneath the blood, with the blood.
The bus.
What had happened?
How could hitting me cause all this?
Oh.
Maybe hitting me wasn't what had caused this.
What had caused this?
Then it hit me.
A sharp blinding pain, coming from my legs, my chest, my head.
A high shrieking filled my ears.
It was me.
I yelled in horror and pain.
I yelled for as long as I could.
Then the Ambulances came.
About Me
- Sky
- I am the rock That holds fast through wind and rain, That is strong; but still can, be chipped away. I am the constant, That has been relied on constantly; without complain, That can be called on relentlessly; again and again, I am the Listener, That sits silently on her own. That watches and waits and slowly is known. I am the keeper, That holds all secrets tight, That tells not a soul, when other soul's might. I am the leader, That leads by letting others take control, That subtly hints and subtly molds. I am the dreamer, That dreams her sweet dreams, That smiles her smiles; her smiles so serene.
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