In the aftermath of a suspected hit-and-run crash in which a man was killed and a woman was injured, a woman’s account of the moment she fell from a moving car has emerged

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“Oh God!” I scream, as my car veers onto the curb. My engine is cut, and the
vehicle careening back and forth in the light rain, splashing rain onto the
car.

I am a prisoner here.

I don’t want to move. I want to stay right there, in my car, feeling the water
spatter and pour onto my body. I want to see the city, to smell the rain, to
hear the sound of water running down my window and the sounds of people calling
my name. For if I was to move a single inch I would be cut in half by the
radiant rain.

I am so cold. I could die of the chill. My body is covered with a layer of
water, slick and slimy. I am so cold!

It is not my body. It is my soul, and my soul is cold.

I want to lie down, relax, so I am not bothered by the rain. I want to lay
down on the streets, in the dark, in my car, in my bed, until I can feel the
thickness of my eyelids.

I could take a nap.

This is my body! This is my soul!

I am going to die!

“Shit!” I try to take a step, but the car crunches its way through the uneven
pavement. The wheels are grinding it like glass. My whole body is shaking, and
from the force of my motion I almost lose my footing. I am on the street,
bump-truck parked in the middle of the intersection, but where I want to be. I
want to be on the inside of the car, on the dashboard. My head is lolling
back, as the windshield smashes into the street directly ahead. I am not going
to wait for the police. They will not find me.

I am going to die!

I can’t move when the car is moving. My body is not reacting correctly. My
frozen body has all sorts of nerve endings, and a simple motion like mine is
uncontrollable.

My body is not able to move!

I am going to die!

There is no way I could survive that fall. I could die from a broken neck. I
could die from head trauma. As far as I know, I can’t even die from being hit
in the head. The impact would shatter my skull. The fall would knock me unconscious
from the shock.

It is going to kill me!

I am the one who will die!

I am the only one who is going to die!

I am the only one, who is going to die!

It is not my fault!

My head, my chest, my heart, my stomach, my heart, my liver, my stomach,
my head, my kidneys, my liver, have all stopped!

I am sorry!

I am the one who is sorry!

I am not going to leave you!

I am not going to leave you!

I am not going to leave you!

I am not going to leave you!

I am not going to leave you!

My whole body is shaking with terror. There is no control anymore. It is just
the car and the road. The wheels, the road, the rain, and me. I am going to
die.

I am going to die!

The car, the rain, the streets, the men, the voices, the buildings, all fade
away from me, and I am alone.

I am going to die!

I am sorry!

I am not going to leave you!

A tear trickles down my face. I cannot stop crying.

“This is not fair!” I scream.

There is no response. I am still in the car. I am still in the car.

“Please!” I beg. “This is not fair!”

I am sorry!

I am the one who is sorry!

I am sorry!

My body is shaking in the driver’s seat. I am shaking. My body is in pain. I
am in agony. I am shaking. I am in pain, and my soul is cold. I am still in the
driver’s seat!

This is not fair!

This is not fair!

Why doesn’t anyone hear me? Why doesn’t any of them hear me? How can I be
mistaken for a monster?

No one is going to stop me! No one is going to make me cry!

“I am sorry!” I say over and over again.

I am sorry!

“You are sorry!” I say over and over again.

I am sorry!

“You are sorry!” The man driving the car does not look me in the eye. He just
is as he is.

“You are sorry!” he says and turns the wheel.

I am sorry!

I am sorry!

“You are sorry!” he says again.

I am sorry!

I am sorry!

“You are sorry!” he says again.

I am still in the car! I am still in the car! I am still in the car! I am
still in the car! I am not going to leave you!

“You are going to leave me?” I scream.

“No!” he screams back.

“Yes!” I scream back.

“No!” he screams again.

“Yes!” I scream back.

“No!” he screams again.

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!”

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