I pull back onto Academy Boulevard from the little dirt road on which my sister is lying, Hartsock Road. Do I go left or right? What's closer home, 7-11? I need a phone. Be calm, please be a left. I look left, I go right which leads me southbound. I look left again. I see a large, white vehicle with equipment on the topp. I flash my lights. I honk my horn. The equipment powers up. Red and blue flash. I am pulle dover. I hop out of my car to explain to the officer what has just occurred. I am commanded to get back in my vehicle. The officer ignores the seriousness of the situation. He places me in the back of his cruiser and locks me in. He finally proceeds to Hartsock. He radios for help. Help arrives immediately for my sister, but I am left trapped in the back of the cruiser. I knock on the window, but I am ignored. The window is partially opened and the fumes from the fire truck and ambulance are seeping into the car suffocating me. I am cold. I am wearing a gray, Nike tank top, turquoise Duke basketball shorts, and a pair of Converse flip flops. Anger fills my body at a faster rate than the exhaust fills the cruiser. I have committed no crime, yet I am locked away. I hear my sister screaming. I see her moving, fighting hysterically. I ask about her condition and am told she is okay. Finally, a female officer decides to release me so that I can fill out a police report. They are impressed by the fact that I can write an intelligible report. They find the events entertaining. I find them repulsive.
I drive home. I enter slowly. I explain to my mother what has happened. She instantly breaks down. I call the hospital and learn more details.
My sister did not crawl the distance that separated her from her vehicle, she was thrown. She is critical and in a drug-enduced coma because no one can handle her even with a broken nose, fractured skull, swelling brain, split forehead, 8 broken teeth (4 of which are lodged in her esophogus), a crushed femur, 2 shattered kneecaps, a dislocated collarbone, and a broken foot. She would be unable to walk for six months, but she still managed to fight. No one knows, except her and God what really happened that night. Did she fall asleep at the wheel? Was it the construction? Was it raining? Was it karma? Attempted suicide?