Crash please tell me what you think

Have you ever seen your life flash before your eyes? I have. So come take this ride with me, and let me tell you a little story. This story is about a young girl who wasn't�t afraid of anything. She was always up for anything. No matter how dangerous or outrageous. But then one chilly fall night her life was changed forever. She had things going good and then they came to a crashing halt. This girl is me.
It was the cool fall evening of November 1 2008 and we were on our way to wal-mwal-mart. My older sister Aubri was driving, her boyfriend Bubby was passenger. I was sitting behind Aubri, Stephanie was beside me in the middle, and Chris was behind Bubby. Right before we left I told my mother I did not want to go, but she told me that I needed to spend time with my sister and that I had to. So I did. Going a little farther each and every second, the car is filling up with smoke as everyone lights up their cigarette. It�s an awkward silence between Aubri and me. She knows I don�t want to go. The sky is clear and a deep blue color. I can see it through the back windshield just above my head. I�m counting the stars and looking obsessively at my phone, waiting for it to ring. Now I can honestly not remember who started it, but before I knew it everyone was telling Aubri to jump the hill, kind of like a chant. About then I feel the car jerk as she floors it. I had my cell phone in one hand with my cigarette, and was holding on with the other. I took another hit of my cig, looked at Stephanie an said, �see you on the other side.� May not have been the best thing to say. All I can hear is the engine getting faster an faster as we head for the hill. We hit the hill going way to fast; it was sort of like a movie going in slow motion. The wind was softly slowing my hair like a slow spring breeze. I can feel my stomach jump into my throat; I realize then that this is not going to end well. The first thing I can remember thinking is God please take care of Aubri. We slam the ground and the gravel is shooting up into the finder like its being shot out of a gun. I hear my sister scream, I think that�s what scared me the most. The passenger side of the car smashes into a tree and you can hear the metal smashing. When this happens half of the back glass busted out. Aubri and Bubby have a hold of the steering wheel; Chris has his right arm wrapped around Bubby�s seat and his left arm around Stephanie. This leaves me; I was holding myself down by pushing against the roof. The car starts spinning and the tires are jumping from where they busted. The car goes backwards up a little embankment. The boback wardshe car is grinding on the ground. Some of our half smoked cigarettes burn my skin. The rear of the car goes over a metal land marker, and when this happens I go through the back glass. I felt a big gush of wind hit my face. My ankle gets caught in my seatbelt, and I slam down onto my trunk and break the spoiler with my back. We hit another bump which untangles me ankle and I go flying. Now this may sound a little crazy but as I was going through the air I felt the softest hands holding my whole body, and never in my life have I felt any safer. I believe with everything in me that it was the hand of God! However that safe feeling didn�t last long. Before I knew it I slammed into the road. I landed on my face first then my side came down. I went sliding down the road. I could feel the skin getting ripped away from my body. I did not think I was going to live to feel the sun on my shoulders the next morning. I blacked out but just for a moment, and when I came to I saw the headlights off our car. Then I heard Aubri ask if everyone was ok, and Stephanie answering with where�s Kasea. I could hear the doors squeak as they were opened. Everyone was running around yelling my name, but I could not answer them. I can�t move or speak just hurt. Finally Bubby found me on the side of the road. Everyone in the valley came running to see if we needed any help. I was looking at everyone but couldn�t find my sister. I have never felt so alone. I just wanted to go home so I could cry. I heard a car come speeding I thought it was the cops, I looked over and saw my momma come running towards me. She softly placed my head on her leg and ran her fingers through my hair full of twigs, glass and blood. I can hear sirens in the distance. Finally I couldn�t hold my tears back. The pain was unbearable and I couldn�t handle it! About that time Aubri comes over to me and just stairs for a few moments bawling her eyes out and then walks back to my dad. The ambulance got there a few minutes after I went into shock. They loaded me in and we were off down the road to the hospital.
We were there for hours waiting for the results of all the test. The doctors told us the only thing that was wrong was saver road rash. The car ride home was horrible. They had to cut off all my clothes except for my underwear, and they had given me a gown to wear. I kept staring out the window watching the stares go by. I couldn�t believe what had just happened tried closing my eyes then opening them real fast so I would wake up, sadly I was not dreaming. However I did drift to sleep. When we got home Aubri, Bubby, and my aunt Jenni were there waiting on us. Bubby came and helped me out of the car. It was very difficult because I was laid down in the backseat. When I was finally on my two feet I had no strength to hold myself up and fell right into Bubby. My legs felt like jello but from the road rash no one could carry me. That night I fell asleep to the sound of Aubri crying and the most unbearable pain. Pain I wouldn�t wish on my worst enemy. The next morning when I woke up I was all in a daze. They had doped me up so bad at the hospital I could barely remember anything. I tried to stand up an just hit the floor. Mom come rushing in I was crying she asked me where I was going I told her the bathroom. As I was getting up to open the door I looked in the mirror. Whoever was standing there looking at me was a stranger. The entire right side of her face, hip, and back was raw. I didn�t want to believe this girl was me. As I stood there looking into my reflection I got light headed an passed out hitting my head on the toilet. I woke up in my parent�s bed. My head was spinning; my back was sore and felt like it was on fire. I couldn�t believe God let me live. The way I lived me life before, I was no model person. I was good girl with a lot of bad habits. I didn�t deserve a second chance to live. But for some reason he gave it to me.
I spent the next few weeks recovering, physically and emotionally. The physical part of my recovery was nothing but torture. They had to force me to take showers because the water pressure was killing me. I had to go to a hair salon just to get my hair washed. It was horrible I took my hair down an twigs and leaves fell out everywhere. I ran m fingers through it, and my fingers got small cuts from tiny shards of glass still in my hair. All though the physical pain was horrible it was nothing like the emotional pain. I�m still dealing with it. Every night since then I have had the same nightmare. However every night for about two weeks I would remember a little more and more than the last. I would remember another sound or a different smell, every night the same thing.
Before the accident I was a daredevil. There was nothing I wouldn�t do. And the last thing I was scared of was a silly little car. I didn�t live my life the way I should. I would go to parties with my friends, lie to my parents, and disrespect them. I was not a good daughter. However now I understand what all I have. I know that life really is too short to waist it. I don�t do stupid stuff risking my life just for a moment of thrill. Now I�m not going to sit here and tell you that I regret all things I�ve done. Because I don�t, I�ve learned from everything I�ve done and been through in my life. When someone tells you that life�s not easy, listen to them because they know what they are talking about. If you don�t want to listen to them, then listen to me. I have been through a lot in my life. An each lesson was harder than the last, but I have learned very good lessons. I�ve learned that God is forgiving. I have asked him to heal my wounds and he did. I asked him to change the person I was and he did! I guess what I�m saying is that sometimes the man upstairs has to do something dramatis to get your attention. Well my eyes and ears were open. He has changed me, helped me, and I know he saved me! Well I have only one thing to say, live your life the way you do, if God does not like it he will let you know!