Now
you see me
It felt like we
span around at least three times. In fact, it was just one spin: first a lorry
pushed us from the back then a Land Rover hit us on the side.
Looking at my
phone on my lap the crazy spinning didn’t let me move, it sqeezed my body into
my seat. When we stopped and I finally looked up I realized we are facing the
traffic and cars stopping and lining up just in front of us.
„What the heck
just happened?” I ask because I have no idea how we got there.
„Someone hit us”
Peter says. „Are you ok?”
I look at him
just to see a torn airbag on his side. We’ve been hit. But by what?
My heart starts
racing as I can’t take my eyes off the traffic. Why are they in front of us? It’s
wrong, it’s a bloody motorway!
My phone. With
little shaking hands I look at my phone.
“Dad, I need to
call you back” I say and try to sound calm. “It’s ok, I call you back later.”
Did my dad hear
the crash as we were talking? I don’t have time to think of that now. We need
to get out of the car immediately. People come to help us but Peter’s door is
so badly damaged that they can’t open it. I cannot open my door either because
of the barrier. I still can’t believe we are standing in the middle of a 6-lane
motorway!
Peter climbs to
the backseat to check if the dogs are ok. I roll down the window and climb out
of the car. The traffic slowed down but it’s still very dangerous to walk on
the motorway. Anyway, I need to see what happened. The driver’s side of the car
is almost completely ruined, no wonder no one could open the door.
“What the fuck
happened?” that’s all I can say.
“It was a lorry
right behind you” says someone but the people look puzzled as well. “And for
some reason the Land Rover hit you and you skidded in front of us.”
“Where is he?
Didn’t he see us?” I turn around angrily.
I see the lorry
and the Land Rover in the distance, they pulled over but they are very far. I’m
so angry that I could break something. They almost killed us! Who’s fault is
that? Which one of them is guilty?
Then I discover
a man on the side of the road. Looks like an old lorry driver, he must have
been quickly running back to the scene to see how we look like. The traffic
hasn’t stop yet, it would be a suicide for me to run to him. I wanna question
him: didn’t you see us?
I don’t need to
go there. He is about 10-15 meters away but I see his face. He’s totally white
and looking at our smashed car in horror. At the moment he can have no idea who
is still in the car and in what state. He can have no idea if he killed someone
or not.
I keep staring
at him cause I cannot do more. I want him to see my anger and my vulnerability.
Here I am, now you can see what you’ve done.
Now you see me.