The scene is still fresh though the chaos has calmed. Everything is coated with blue and red in contrast to the darkness. It bounces off every single shard of glass making the ground shimmer with color. Sitting there with my face still flooded in the warm sensation of blood. The bitter taste of it seeps into my mouth. It’s hazy on what, how, and even where this happened. All I can recall is the impact. The sudden force of a million tons right through my core still has me trembling. The noise of metal being broken and smashed all around me. The airbag greeted my face with a very over aggressive hug. And then, somehow, I’m out with an itchy blanket and a man blinding me with a light flashlight in my eyes     

As he scans overy my eyes it then dawns on me. What of the only thing I care about in this world. Are they okay? I haven’t seen them or at least I don’t remember. They are the backbone to my live if they didn’t make it I don’t know what I would do. They were always there in the highs and the lows in my life. They were always a phone call away they always had the option to drive themselves but I always demanded on picking them up. Just so I could spend more time with them. And now I don’t know if they're okay.     

I begin to look frantically around the ball of metal that was a car. I don't see any sign of them my mind immediately goes to worst case scenario where there is no piece of them left. I can just imagine their body shredded apart ossining red sauce. They’re now cold and not the warm and steamy goodness that they are supposed to be. Now they’re ruined they can no longer bring me the joy they have always been able to do. My heart sinks to my stomach just of the thought of it. All I want to do is enjoy just one slice of them just to feel that warm crust with tomato sauce, sausage, and all of that cheese. It's truly a tragedy that my pizza was wasted like that.