1 liter of tears

There was this one time in my life where something horrifying took place. It wasn’t something I could prepare for; it just happened. I was four years old at the time and I was visiting my grandparents out in Missouri. I was so excited it was my first year out there alone. And I bet they were just as excited as I was. I could see the sparkle in their eyes. It all started when my grandmother needed to go to the store. I loved taking trips to town sinse they lived in the country, where theres like no civilization. So I asked to go along, and of course she said yes. She loved me so much out of all her grand- children I was her favorite and she was my favorite too! While driving she looked at me and smiled. She was one of the good hearted people that everyone knew, and I favored her over my other grandparents because she was so nice and gentle with everyone. Especailly me. This one time my grandpa tried to spank me for some reason, I can’t remember what I did wronge and she stopped him.

When she looked at me I felt loved and tingly inside. She said,”Chelsea I love you so much, you are one of the most important joys in my life.” I loved her too! I just didn’t really know how to express it because I was only four. I can still remember all the great times we had. They were filled with so much joy and love. After that she turned back to the road and so did I and all I could remember was the bridges wall right infront of us. Then everything went dark. I little while later I woke up. I looked around noticing my half of the car was hanging off the side of the bridge. Then I turned to her for answers about what had happened. But when I looked at her her eyes were open, not one breath nor movement came out of her. I yelled grandma one or two times. She always answered my call but this tim she didn’t.then I burst into tears seeing that she was not like she was when I first got there. All the sparkle in her eyes were gone.

The thing that hurt the most was that I couldn’t move I was too scared. So I had to sit there and look at her, she was so younge and beautiful, but now was covered in blood. Soon after that the ambulance showed up. The man couldn’t get me through the front seat. So I had to climb through the back seat. He held me as I cried and screamed. My grandfather showed up not knowing it was us who had crashed. He went over to the car. He tried to hide his pain but it was easy to see. And his eyes were wandering I bet he was looking for me. I started to scream and there he saw. I was in some guys arms covered in blood. He held my close, and put a rag to my head. That was when I found out there was a huge hole on my forehead. And a bruse across my belly, and a broken bone in my spine, I couldn’t the pain because I was to overwhelmed by by all the comotion. People I didn’t know came over and hugged my because I was the closest person to my grandmother when she died. I had stopped crying already because I aws in my grandfathers arms.

I was rushed to the hospital. While I was in the ambulance I felt so alone, but I was sorounded the hole time. I realized the meaning of death, and the pain it caused. I used to believe no one could die. I lived in a world of my own, but now that world is gone. All my childhood beleifs about fairytales, imagination, and happy endings went away with her.

My hole life has been haunted by the memories and dreams I still have. And the worst part about it is that no one understands how I feel and what I think about it. I just can’t believe how well I handled myself, how smart I was about the hole situation. Still today kids pick on the scar across my head, it hurts so bad. But it’s the only thing of her I have left besides her memory.