“I Thought I was Dying”

“Khalid, are you alive?” those were the first words I heard after the car had crashed. I heard the heavy sighs coming from Liban as he thought he would never see his brother again. Luckily his brother was alive. I didn’t know where I was; it felt as though I was trapped in an unescapable tragedy; I thought I was dying.
I touched my head to see if I was injured and saw the blood gushing out. I tried to move out of the car, but there were two of my friends on top of me and I couldn’t move a finger. Later they got out of the car, and I just followed them thorough the door like a crazy man. I took off my shirt so that I could stop the scary blood that was coming out of my head like a waterfall. I saw the taxi driver running back and forth in the road with confusion and despair in his face. Just before the crash, I told him to slow down the car, but he didn’t listen to me, and he kept speeding up until we crashed.
I had all crazy thoughts coming to my mind while the car was crashing. It wasn’t time to delve into these thoughts, but I don’t know how it happened. At that moment, I was certain that I was going to die, and I thought of my family and my friends. I was saddened as I thought I would never meet my loved ones again. I hated the fact that I didn’t leave any legacy so that people would remember me and pray for me whenever they see what I did. I thought about some of the mistakes I committed in the past and how that could lead me to hell. Obviously I was scared. The mistakes that I had done weren’t that big that could lead me to hell, but when you are scared you think of all the bad things that could happen to you.
In the meantime, I called up my family and some of my friends. My family couldn’t believe what just had happened. I was talking to them a moment before my friends and I took the taxicab to the school. It was a great shock and tragedy to my family, especially my father who left the house barefoot without noticing it. I was put in a hospital for the night. My teachers and classmates came to reassure us that everything would be just fine. Most of my friends weren’t badly injured, except Abdifatah who broke his arm in three different places. I saw bones sticking out of his arm, and honestly I couldn’t bear to see him cry. I couldn’t sleep that night and everything felt like a nightmare. I couldn’t believe I was at a hospital. Unfortunately, in the middle of the night, I was informed that one of the passengers who was riding with us just passed away. I was helpless. I thought to myself and said, “ what if it was you?”
I was at the hospital for two months because I had a skull fracture and I had to rest for a while. I missed a lot of classes and going back to school seemed difficult. Nevertheless, I went back to school and I was required to do all the work that I had missed during my time at the hospital. It was during a break so I stayed at the school for the whole month studying incessantly.