Driving down a wide pathway, to get to my destination. It’s dark and a warm winter night. My heart is beating in repetition, with the loud stereo playing. It seems to be getting lighter outside, though we’re heading further into the night. I cannot hear it coming, my favorite song is on. The pathway starts to narrow as we change our destination. We come to a stop on the sidewalk of the pathway, but I don’t know what happened. My heart is beating faster and a rush goes through my body. I must get out, but my door is held shut by the front of a truck. I climb out the backseat and find myself in grass. A rush of pain shoots through my body. I lie there on the grass and people start to flock to us. We’re holding up traffic; all lanes. They know it’s not my fault. Wrong place, wrong time. My thoughts stray and I remember to call my family. I start to see flashing lights; red and blue. Everywhere. I am helped to my feet and taken for treatment. I’m now sitting in a vehicle that is not destroyed, but mine will soon but sold as scraps. It’s loud outside this vehicle, but our crying is overpowering most of the noise. My arm is black and blue; purple too. My heart is beating, that’s all that matters at this point. The man that is wrapping my arm tries to make me laugh. It works. I have make up rolling down my face as if it had been raining vigorously. I feel around the stretcher for my phone with my one working hand and laugh at how ridiculous I look when I see myself in the camera. The vehicle doors swing open and my mom comes rushing in, crying. It seems as if everyone I encounter is a little irrational tonight. The sense of adrenaline I once felt has now passed as the vehicle begins to move. We are now at my new destination for the night. My vitals are stable. My bones are now models for a photo shoot that is taking place in the hospital. I am getting tired but they continue to take pictures. It was 8:30 p.m. and now it is 1 a.m. I will hear from the doctor tomorrow after some much needed rest, but for now I am left with the now known explanation as to why I am here right now. Alcohol.