The moment you get hit by a speeding car and thrown so many feet in the air, is the moment when life as you know it, is demolished into a thousand tiny pieces. With ribs that were only good for kindling and a pelvis like a nine hundred piece jigsaw puzzle, Humpty Dumpty had nothing on me. I was broken, and as thick, frothy arterial blood began to clog the nearby drains of the gutter on that central reservation. I knew I was in deep trouble.
Dried leaves and copper smelling fluid turned my long curly hair into a swamp of sinew and death. Blood flooded into my eyes from a small head wound above my left eye brow, I say small, as compared to the rest of my injuries, this was but a mere paper cut. But now tell me, what are the chances? What are the chances that there just so happened to be a surgeon walking past that bus stop where I lay crumpled and oozing life itself onto the wet concrete outside the Barton Arms pub, as the shrieking tones of Babylon Zoo’s, Space Man, crooned out into the cold January night air? I think we all know, the chance of that occurring was slim, but there she was, just in time to stop my rich B positive blood from gushing out leaving me entirely empty and out of juice. Who was she? I’ll never know, nobody ever knew, yet there she was, in the right place at the right time. I would have died way before the ambulance arrived that night but because of her I’m here to tell you all of it and more.
rhodathompson said:
Good stuff. Looking forward to the next installment!
michelleluka said:
Thanks, need to concentrate on the grammer a bit more, me thinks!
Maria Green said:
OMG you have never described to us (or not to me at least) anything that you know or remember about that night and from just the few short paragraphs that you have wrote on “and so it was written” and “stumbling within white feathers” I am in complete shock. I didnt know that you remembered anything. I am sitting at work at my desk a blubbering wreck, not just because of the way you have written this (which I have to add although deeply emotional is so beautifully written) but because I never realised or stopped to think that you remembered anything. I simply thought you didnt remember anything. I now realise that I should have asked you and I never have and I am so sorry for that. Also I have just have to say you are my big sis I am so proud of you for everything that you have been through and for your beautiful words in writing. LOVE YOU LOADS XXX
michelleluka said:
I’m so sorry if that upset you, I always assumed you were all aware. That’s so crap of me. Thanks for the really nice words. I thought you knew about the things that happened before; & the actual accident, I just remember little snippets but it isn’t difficult to talk about for me, I’m just so sorry you found out this way. I never thought once that you never asked, we all suffered & we all went through hell, you more than me, I was unconscious throughout the worst of it. Sorry it made you cry chicken. but I better warn you, it does get worse, but only the beginning. Love you loads too. xxxxx
Elaine said:
I’m hooked already, can’t wait to read more!
michelleluka said:
Thanks Elaine. The positive comments mean a lot 🙂