CAMILLA
With the sound of the truck horn blaring loud, the headlight beaming brightly, the loud thud, and the flipping of the car, I saw myself in the pool of my own blood, not able to breathe properly or call for help. I was dying and no one was there to help me.
“Lincoln help!!!!” I screamed.
Jolting out of my sleep, with my body covered in sweat, my heart beating fast with loud panting and my head pounding hard. I heard the beeping sound of a monitor and I turned around to observe the environment I was in, I discovered it was a hospital.
I wasn't dead, I'm alive, not dead. Then I heaved a sigh of relief. I stood up from the bed but fell down, my legs were weak, and unable to carry my body. I tried for the second time and fell again and the third time and fourth till I lost count. Al
