AllyI slowly open my eyes. The bright lights of the ceiling intensify

Ally
I slowly open my eyes. The bright lights of the ceiling intensify my pounding headache and blur my vision. I have to squint and blink a few times to become accustomed to the lights. When my vision finally clears, an unfamiliar white ceiling stares back at me. Panic seizes my body.

“Where am I? What’s happening to me?” These thoughts circle around my mind, racing through my thoughts. They become louder and louder, faster and faster. I thrash around in the bed, but as soon as I do, I feel sharp tugs at multiple points in my body. I freeze. A glance at my left arm reveals the confronting sight of multiple needles and tubes injected into it. I grab them with my right hand and start ripping them out, one by one. Blood and chemicals from the tubes stream down my arm as I claw at my skin, desperately trying to free myself and dig them out. Tears are streaming down my face and my breath is coming out in short, sharp gasps. I raise my hands to my face and find yet another liquid filled tube leading up to my nose. I grab it and prepare to rip it out when a voice breaks me out of this nightmarish state

“ you’re Ok” she says softly, her musical voice is soothing and reassuring and I feel myself slowly calming down and drifting further away from the disorientating frame of mind I was in just a few moments ago.

“Everything is going to be OK sweetheart,” she continues “you are safe now.”

“You are safe now,” her words echo through my head. Then I remember.

It was a Wednesday night in the middle of winter. Outside snow cloaked the ground, wrapping it in a white blanket. My older sister Ally was lying spread-eagled in the back, she too was covered in a blanket though one of a more literal kind. Sweat trickled down her brow, despite the cold temperatures and she was beginning to foam at the mouth. She was moaning loudly and it rang out clearly through my mind, hurting me like a knife to the chest each time. I stared back at her in concern and urged mum to go faster, I knew it was not easy for her though the near white out conditions combined with the tears racing steadily down her face. Even with the windscreen wipers, it was difficult to see much of the outside world apart from what was a few metres in front of us. If we were not so familiar with our environment, we probably would have driven off the precarious cliff edge. Another pained moan from my sister prompted my mother to push her foot further down on the accelerator, as much as she dared in these icy conditions. As we rounded a particularly sharp turn, we started to slip near the intimidating forest of pine trees on the right side of the road. I gasped but mum managed to manoeuvre the car back on to the inside of the road. In the back Ally lay oblivious to the world, still foaming at the mouth her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a particularly prolonged agonising groan. She began to roll off the seat, I turned around, and put out a hand to steady her, and mum turned and did the same, forgetting about handling the car. “MUM! NO!” I screamed the fear clear in my voice. She turned around and grabbed the steering wheel, neglecting my sick sister who rolled to the floor of the car. At that moment, a rabbit hastily dashed across the road “LOOK OUT!” I bellowed as mum swerved to avoid the innocent animal. As we skidded across the black top a bloodcurdling scream filled the air, stopping as I realised it was me. The squeal of brakes was deafening and Ally was groaning louder then ever as she rolled around in the back. Our car spiralled out of control and we were skidding in circles uncontrollably across the road. The snow was hitting the car from all angles now and it was very disorientating. Ally was still lying on the ground in the back she vomited and then started to choke on it, she coughed it up and then lay on the floor of the car in a pool of her own vomit. She was too sick to realise the danger we were in. Too sick to know that we were sliding closer to the edge of the road, closer to the army of trees. They were standing in perfectly straight lines and each soldier was tall, strong and dauntingly sturdy. I prayed for some break from this nightmare, some way to escape it all, to be free. Yet this never came. My life did not flash before my eyes; I got no slideshow of my past. No relief, no break. Instead, the world seemed to slow down, or I sped up. As we continued to slide out of control, closer and closer to our dooms, I soaked up every minute of it. I could clearly hear my mothers loud string of obscenities I could almost smell the fresh scent of pine from the trees as we became closer and closer to them. I could definitely smell the nauseating scent of Ally’s spew. The now metal monster of our car spun further and further out off control, nearing the forest by metres every second. Then we hit them with bone crushing pressure. The loud crash made me feel like my eardrums were about to burst and the windows caved in. The shattered glass pelted me followed by the heavy snowfall. I hit my head with extreme force against the dashboard and I was knocked unconscious.

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