A
very not jolly Christmas
It was in the night of Christmas
Eve in 2009. I and my family were returning from a Christmas party at my cousin’s
house. It was late at night almost midnight and we were half way home. My dad
was in the back with my sisters asleep. I was in the front seat with my mom. I
was tired, but I didn’t want to go to sleep. Finally my eyes felt like heavy
bricks falling down from my face. As I closed my eyes I dreamt of being in my
warm and cozy bed. That all changed quickly in a flash. I heard a huge loud and
that moment ended up costing me a day in the hospital with broken bones and a
pain I never imagined.
A few hours earlier we were arriving to my cousin’s
house. We were celebrating my older sister’s birthday. My uncle put a bounce
house and they had little games that we could play. I was with my older cousins
playing video games. As the night was drawing to a close we were all preparing
to hit the piñata. My sister went first and then one by one all the kids were
going. I was next to hit, but then the piñata fell. The adult’s just got the
candy and they were throwing it up. I was mad because I didn’t get a turn to
hit the piñata and the candy wasn’t that good. Thirty minutes later we were
going to cut the cake. When the time came we sang happy birthday to my sister
and she blew out the candles. As we got slices of cake I didn’t like because it
was a fruit cake. I thought to myself “This is going pretty bad at least the
present are going to be good.” We opened the Christmas presents at 10:00 and
they were worse than the cake and nasty stale candy. I got some sweaters,
shorts, blankets, and one video game that wasn’t even good. I became gloomy and
pessimistic after that. I didn’t want to play or do anything all I wanted to do
was wake up from this horrible nightmare. In the inside I was dead and thinking
“It can’t get any worse less than this.” My parent’s called and said that it
was time to go. They said to grab all my presents and I did, but it burned as I
grabbed my presents. I felt as pain and shame as I grabbed them. As we were
pulling off my dad sat in the back with my sisters. They fell asleep 10 minutes
in the drive. I didn’t want to look at my mom because I felt a betrayal. She
tried to make conversation with me, but I just pushed her away. The ride was quiet
and it felt like a whole eternity. As we drew close to the house I fell asleep,
but that moment all hell broke loose. I heard screaming I felt pain and then I
blacked out.
When I awoke I saw a bright light and I was on the verge
of tears because I thought I had died. Then I saw my parent’s and the doctor’s.
I was bewildered because I didn’t know what was happening. They explained what
happened, that a man was driving under the influence and he crashed into us. I
looked at my right hand because that’s where I felt the most pain. I was told
that it was broken when both cars collided. I had some scratches from all the
broken glass and I had a bump on my head. Now I really wanted to wake up from
this nightmare. I began to cry because I was in a horrible accident and I
escaped with minor injuries. I would have died with a rancorous attitude. I
began to apologize to my mom from all the thing I did and making her worry. The
doctors were just checking my sisters to make sure they didn’t have any other
injuries besides their scratches. I got a blue cast on my hand and my mom was
asking if I could go home with them. The doctors checked one more time and they
cleared me. We got home at 4:00 in the morning I went and fell asleep on my bed
and I just wanted everything to be a dream.
When I
woke up I actually thought it was a dream, but then I looked at my hand and the
cast was still there. I was thinking of how hard it was going to be doing
things with this cast. I couldn’t brush my teeth with my right hand, so I had
to do everything with my left hand. Everything was weird with my left hand. I
became traumatized in going in cars. I was scared because I thought we were
going to get hit again. My first car ride I was in tear the whole ride. It took
me a 2 weeks to get over my fear of cars. I had to wear my cast for 3 months. When
I got back to school it was hard to write or pick anything up. All my friends
wrote on my cast and that made me feel a little better. It was really hard to
take a shower with a plastic bag over my cast so it wouldn’t get wet.