Truck hit

My neck snapped with a jolt as adrenaline flooded throughout my body, every vein, and every beating cell that stuck to the walls of every thumping organ. Fear clouded over my eyes and blocked my mind from functioning among the situation. My arms that pulsated and throbbed in beat with my quick heart flung themselves over my jumping body. Which was squirming out of instinct from my mother’s growling.

How many times have you blacked out, for either a split second or long period of time? How many times have you seen your life flash before you solid eyes and shrunken pupils? Among both It’s a sudden realization of fear, discomfort, distress, longing, something that makes you cringe from the sudden thought or process. Rarely, these body stopping activities happen to anyone. That is, unless you’re me, who gets them every hour of the day no matter what I’m doing. It snaps me awake and clogs my mind from thinking clearly, making my skull, muscles, and skin tissue expand throughout my cracking head. Every emotion you could ever feel, jealousy, fear, desire, hatred, greed, submission, pride. Floods into my body from the depths of my very soul and comes together into a fiery mass which lights up my eyes. Yes although some may worry I’m used to it. Although it was different on that day…

Even though I hate humidity, the blissful breeze and sweet scented state of Minnesota brought me comfort and quietness. A country like state with vast hills of spiky grass, green as an ornament against a dark sky. Humid days that makes you scent the fog and mist coming from the South. And a sky, pale and blue, covered with fluffy clouds tinted gray along with the sparkling sun. It’s a nice state filled with my relatives from all over. Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, you name it.

A specific cousin of mine, a woman named Emily, was in the situation I was talking about before. Known for her fiery nature and sharp tongue amongst the growing family. She’s not quick to think and well...jumps into trouble quicker than I’d like to admit. Her daughter Mackenzie embodies her personality and nature. Stubborn as a mule and tough like a Bull, she’s a fighter from the start. But I digress. As we slowly step away from my commenting family, you may be wondering how I keep getting backlashes and headaches more frequently than others. Like I said, it’s all because of the accident, or, forced purpose for the memories. Now, recollect your leaping and shivering thoughts as we dive into my atramentous mind of memories.

      July 15, 2014. I remember that day like a sword through a whipping heart. Yet as I stepped into the silver truck, marked with faded tawny and pine blood spots of decaying bugs scattered along the sides. The ground was slicked wet by the light fog and smelled sweet. Giving a slight grunt at my aching and sore feet, splattered red and faded soft peach color from the night before, I grudgingly climbed into the rubber smelling car. I grimaced at the tangy and sickly bitter scent of faint smoke. A light sigh escaped my lips as I leaned against the tinted gray window. Lowering my gray, pale blue eyes to my cut hands. A slight taste of blueberry bubblegum lingered in on my microscopic taste buds. Swallowing and breathing out a mint cloud from my toothpaste.
I perked up when I heard the passenger door creaking open.

    “Wake up sleeping beauty,” my mother chuckled.
I groaned and rubbed my lidded eyes as I looked to her. She was a nice looking woman, fair brown hair that was straightened, eyes like mine, and a friendly face that radiated warmth. “Where’s Emily and Hunter?” I yawned, “They should be sitting in the car so we can go.”

    “They’re coming,” She said, gliding into the seat.

     I rolled my eyes and let out a harsh breath. A glimpse, of bright cobalt blue wrapped around my vision and made me swing my head to the right. My phone, an Iphone 5C, sat on the baby seat next to me. My hands gingerly grabbed it and brought it into my blurry vision. Surprisingly, a text from my friend named Kaitlin Betsinger was there. “Getting a little clingy?” I grumbled. We had spoken around 20 minutes ago, when I had visited her home and spent the night.

    “Hey,” she said.

    I laughed a bit in my mind, I could just hear the high voice of her’s ringing in my ears. Her short brown hair tinted with green at the bottom, coco eyes, and a round face pranced through my mind of her appearance.

   “Hello,” I sent to her as the driver’s door swung open.

   “Auntie hold my stuff,” I heard a paltry sassy voice say loudly.
Sarah, my mom, rolled her bluer eyes and grasped the bag.
How could I describe, or barely even begin to, tell about my cousin. In her mid-twenties she’s known as the loud mouth of the family. Her hair gets changed a lot it’s hard to explain which her favorite is. Starting out from blonde, to brown, to black, then back to brown it’s just a mess. Anyway, a sweet milky scent that was comforting expanded throughout the truck, warming me up and turning my cheeks rose. I constrained my chapped peach lips from turning into a childish smile. Soft breaths and quiet squeaks slipped out of the infant in Emily’s arms. Imagine this, your body falling into a Bay of rose petals. As swan feathers collect on your rosy face. That was how my little cousin felt like when his chubby, small fingers grasped your hand.

   Hunter. Oh my little cousin Hunter. So young and pure, sweet and adorable. Full of life and creativity. I sadly don’t know much about him, although I wish I could. From what I reminisce, he’s a chubby boy infatuated with monkeys and the color blue. He was warm and tired, as his dark eyes sparked with the craving for sleep. Another grunt escaped my throat as I moved lower into the seat, Hunter passed over my head and into the small booster seat which cradled him. Emily strapped him in as I could scent faint smoke from her. The door shut as I gazed at him, knocked out and softly breathing, my eyes snapped to my mom as the truck started up. Emily sighed as she sat into the seat. She started the car with some difficulty and we started leaving.

    The sky was foggy as we drove down the highway and into an intersection. My hard head thumped against the strong window as soft snoring was heard from Hunter. It was struggling to hear the conversation from my plugged ears as we accelerated.
A sharp sigh was concealed in my chest as Emily was yelling. My ears were blocking out what she was saying, as I didn’t really care about what she was speaking. That was before I looked through the tinted window behind us, noticing a large truck, an eight wheeler with a bright red hood. Part of me was throbbing and heated. But I rubbed my brown hair and tried to ignore it, hoping the truck would pass and let us be ok. I could see a tired look on my mother’s face as she tried to calm Emily down.

    I started mimicking my cousin as she stuck her hand out from her window and made a signal with her crossed hands to the car behind her, showing that she was about to merge. Sadly that wasn’t the case. The truck behind us smashed into the back of her car, causing us to swerve into the side of the road.
A slight shriek jumped from my voice box. Hunter’s eyes snapped open, looking fearful as he started wailing. I remember Emily gasping and my mom yelping.
    “What?!” Emily yelled as she slammed to a stop. Shaking was noticeable from me as I saw the truck pull in front of us. “They didn’t even say sorry!” I hissed to myself as Emily called up the cops.
    “Oh god this is awful!” She whimpered as I could detect tears in her eyes. “This is the second time the truck got hit, Brandon’s going to be so upset!” She said loudly. From what I could recall, Brandon was her newly married husband. He was stressed most of the time but was kind overall.

    Afterwards, it annoyingly took longer than expected for the cops to get there, during that time I saw cans being thrown into the back of the truck. “Are they drunk?” I whispered as Hunter whimpered beside me. Soon with a painful wait I saw the familiar car pull up, a medium sized cop with a shaved head stepped out of the running vehicle. He shot comfort and hope through me that the people in front of us will get arrested or fined. He walked towards us and put his large hands on the side of the car.

    Like before, I couldn’t remember what they were saying, all I recognize is them talking about what happened. Dread settled into my heart as I felt very hot around my neck. This happens when I’m nervous or worried. The cop came back and asked Emily what her side of the story was. She went all out and started yelling about how the men in front of us was drunk and ran into us. My eyes turned to slits as he walked back to the eight wheeler for their story.
   
    “Can he be anymore slower?” My mom sighed as hunter finally stopped making noise and lowered his head, falling into slumber again. Then, out of nowhere, the cop came back and pulled out his notepad. He handed Emily...a ticket. I could see shock and slight anger within my mom’s eyes.

    “What’s this for?!” Emily hissed at the cop. He murmured something to her that barely passes my memory. Now, in Minnesota, it’s technically your fault for the accident if you don’t give a signal that you’re merging lanes to the drivers behind you. After the entire incident we left for our destination. Emily glaring at everyone as she cussed under her breath, I tried to gather my thoughts again as we kept going.
Moral of the story, don’t take life for granted, because I almost lost my life along with my baby cousin.