[KweenSparky]

~Pollie~
*Breathes deeply and wonders why is she standing, and what are all these people doing. The jaws of life make the final cut of the mangled wreckage. A lifeless arm falls out...*


*This looks like my car...Wait it is my car!!!! OH GOD...I can't feel anything*

She watches as the EMT's begin working on her. And just as quick as she's standing pain racks her body; she opens her eyes and hears. "WE'VE GOT HER BACK!" They proceed to strap her down, and hook her up. She hears them, "we found an empty vodka bottle in the floorboard, get blood samples." She can't speak to tell them she hadn't been drinking. She loses conscienceness again.

Even in her sedated state she can feel it, her broken heart. Her heartache is phyiscally manifesting itself. Her heart feels like it's in a vice grip, ready to explode. The pain...oh God the pain of a love gone wrong, so so wrong; and so long ago.

Even in her blind rage she knew that truck wasn't there when she pulled out of the parking lot. But the way she felt, it's true she wanted to die! Her life was such a lie, that death would be welcome. So why was God keeping her here to suffer?

*Speaking of suffering....can't wait to see which one of them fake heffas show up here at the hospital claiming how they are praying for my recovery. Especially Shonda...*