The Obscured
08-13-2005, 07:04 PM
I know you all havent seen me in a while, or even noticed my absense, but I have been going through alot of bullshit.
Friday Night, around 12:00am my B.f and I went to IHop for some late night breakfast. We left there around 1 something.
So we got on 121 south and My boyfriend noticed the "aftermarket headlights". I was like "he prolly aint gonna do anything" (as far as racing).
I didnt want the guy in the acura with the "aftermarket headlights" to do anything because I ran into a telephone pole and totaled my car so i was parinoid.
The guy in the acura swerved in and out the two laned highway and got in front of us to make a left at the light. We saw some huge houses and I said "go ahead and go after him" cause we thought he was one of those rich kids.
When we turned left behind him onto a two way traffic street (we had no choice but to be behind him). So about a minute after being behind him the guy in the acura decides to be
bad ass" and punch it. My boyfriend wanted to punch it to, but Im sittin here like "wtf is the point of trying to race BEHIND someone" so my boyfriend slowed down. Keep in mind, i was parinoid cause I got hit in the face with the air bag when I hit the pole. Anyway, this guy kept punchin it and some curves came up. He lost control and I saw him go across the median. He almost corrected his swerving when he ran into the light pole. This part keeps running through my mind like a broken record. I remember the impact, I remember the spark from his headlights when they went out. I remember the whole street going black.
My boyfriend slammed on his breaks and made a u-turn. We both jumped out of the car and right when we got out, his car (the acura) caught fire.
As my boyfriend ran towards the fire, a part of me wanted to say "no dont go over there, the car might explode" but another part of me was like "hurry up get him out".
My boyfriend was pulling at the door, then the jumped in the back and ripped the hatch off the car. He threw out everything he could. He ripped out the back seats, subs, amps, etc. The car was so wrecked that the car split in two pieces. His steering wheel was no where near the front seat. The fire got more intenese and I remember screaming and crying. I could hear the young man in the car screaming for his life. "Get me out, get me out, help me""
Keep in mind, im totally useless at this point. This is a backroad street so there is no real traffic. Luckly I saw a car and I got them to stop, then i got two more cars to stop. By this time the fire was even hotter and bigger. Regardless I see My b.f doing anything he can. Three guys came about, but only one of them tried to help. The other guy was two much of a bitch to try and do anything. There were two girls there too, they were screaming and crying just as I was. I cursed the at the guy that wasnt helping, but he didnt bulge.
Eventually the real help came, but by then, I did not hear the man screaming. The flames ingulfed the car. I fell down to my knees in disappointment. My boyfriend was covered in his blood and the young mans blood, he was on the ground in disappointment. The firemen put out the blaze and soon arrived many police and such along with a Care Flight Helicopter. About 20minutes went by and they finally pried the guy from the mangled metal. However, they shut down the helicopter so all of us thought the guy was dead. Then about 5 minutes later, they get him on strecher and take him to the helicopter. He was still alive, he was breathing. In the midst of the extraction, a fire fighter talks to us and says " I think he was drunk because of his eyes". Maybe he was drunk??
My boyfriend was still on the ground placing the blame on himself while everyone knew that it wasnt his fault. We didnt do anything. That guy made the decision to try and be a bad ass and this is what it cost him. We dont know how fast he was going. The speed limit was 30, but he had to be going like 60-80.
Around 3am we left the scene but to no avial of sleep. I kept hearing the sound of his voice, screaming and crying for help.
My boyfriend had blood all over his shorts, and chest, he lost is shirt and was cut all over. His hand was broken because of the glass he was punchin out.
This will forever effect me and I will never forget what I saw on impact. I will never forget the guy screaming when the flames got bigger and hotter.
Some of you all are jackasses and might say "aww thats nothing" but for someone like ME who has never experienced this kind of thing its a huge ordeal.
Later I realized how IRONIC it was that the PREVIOUS FRIDAY, I was taken away in the ambulance because some old guy decided to go instead of look. He jumped out in the street (in his car) right when braking would be inaffective. (i was going maybe 30-35, speed limit was 30) ..My instant reaction was, I didnt want to t-bone him, i could have killed his old ass, but I tried to swerve around him. My car jumped the curve and I landed in the Light Pole. Funny thing is, I was the only car on the street and my car is bright red. Another thing, I was about to get my 3 Jl Audio 12's put in the next day.. :(, not happening now. Those speakers are just sittin there waiting, collecting dust. Im alright though, could of air bag injuries, scrapes, and a hurt ego. I had whiplash for a week. My neck, my back, my legs all ached.
I felt like God was trying to teach me a lesson about my speeding and racing. Plz believe, whatever it was, It has had a huge effect on me.
Just thought Id tell yall a lil story.
Friday Night, around 12:00am my B.f and I went to IHop for some late night breakfast. We left there around 1 something.
So we got on 121 south and My boyfriend noticed the "aftermarket headlights". I was like "he prolly aint gonna do anything" (as far as racing).
I didnt want the guy in the acura with the "aftermarket headlights" to do anything because I ran into a telephone pole and totaled my car so i was parinoid.
The guy in the acura swerved in and out the two laned highway and got in front of us to make a left at the light. We saw some huge houses and I said "go ahead and go after him" cause we thought he was one of those rich kids.
When we turned left behind him onto a two way traffic street (we had no choice but to be behind him). So about a minute after being behind him the guy in the acura decides to be
bad ass" and punch it. My boyfriend wanted to punch it to, but Im sittin here like "wtf is the point of trying to race BEHIND someone" so my boyfriend slowed down. Keep in mind, i was parinoid cause I got hit in the face with the air bag when I hit the pole. Anyway, this guy kept punchin it and some curves came up. He lost control and I saw him go across the median. He almost corrected his swerving when he ran into the light pole. This part keeps running through my mind like a broken record. I remember the impact, I remember the spark from his headlights when they went out. I remember the whole street going black.
My boyfriend slammed on his breaks and made a u-turn. We both jumped out of the car and right when we got out, his car (the acura) caught fire.
As my boyfriend ran towards the fire, a part of me wanted to say "no dont go over there, the car might explode" but another part of me was like "hurry up get him out".
My boyfriend was pulling at the door, then the jumped in the back and ripped the hatch off the car. He threw out everything he could. He ripped out the back seats, subs, amps, etc. The car was so wrecked that the car split in two pieces. His steering wheel was no where near the front seat. The fire got more intenese and I remember screaming and crying. I could hear the young man in the car screaming for his life. "Get me out, get me out, help me""
Keep in mind, im totally useless at this point. This is a backroad street so there is no real traffic. Luckly I saw a car and I got them to stop, then i got two more cars to stop. By this time the fire was even hotter and bigger. Regardless I see My b.f doing anything he can. Three guys came about, but only one of them tried to help. The other guy was two much of a bitch to try and do anything. There were two girls there too, they were screaming and crying just as I was. I cursed the at the guy that wasnt helping, but he didnt bulge.
Eventually the real help came, but by then, I did not hear the man screaming. The flames ingulfed the car. I fell down to my knees in disappointment. My boyfriend was covered in his blood and the young mans blood, he was on the ground in disappointment. The firemen put out the blaze and soon arrived many police and such along with a Care Flight Helicopter. About 20minutes went by and they finally pried the guy from the mangled metal. However, they shut down the helicopter so all of us thought the guy was dead. Then about 5 minutes later, they get him on strecher and take him to the helicopter. He was still alive, he was breathing. In the midst of the extraction, a fire fighter talks to us and says " I think he was drunk because of his eyes". Maybe he was drunk??
My boyfriend was still on the ground placing the blame on himself while everyone knew that it wasnt his fault. We didnt do anything. That guy made the decision to try and be a bad ass and this is what it cost him. We dont know how fast he was going. The speed limit was 30, but he had to be going like 60-80.
Around 3am we left the scene but to no avial of sleep. I kept hearing the sound of his voice, screaming and crying for help.
My boyfriend had blood all over his shorts, and chest, he lost is shirt and was cut all over. His hand was broken because of the glass he was punchin out.
This will forever effect me and I will never forget what I saw on impact. I will never forget the guy screaming when the flames got bigger and hotter.
Some of you all are jackasses and might say "aww thats nothing" but for someone like ME who has never experienced this kind of thing its a huge ordeal.
Later I realized how IRONIC it was that the PREVIOUS FRIDAY, I was taken away in the ambulance because some old guy decided to go instead of look. He jumped out in the street (in his car) right when braking would be inaffective. (i was going maybe 30-35, speed limit was 30) ..My instant reaction was, I didnt want to t-bone him, i could have killed his old ass, but I tried to swerve around him. My car jumped the curve and I landed in the Light Pole. Funny thing is, I was the only car on the street and my car is bright red. Another thing, I was about to get my 3 Jl Audio 12's put in the next day.. :(, not happening now. Those speakers are just sittin there waiting, collecting dust. Im alright though, could of air bag injuries, scrapes, and a hurt ego. I had whiplash for a week. My neck, my back, my legs all ached.
I felt like God was trying to teach me a lesson about my speeding and racing. Plz believe, whatever it was, It has had a huge effect on me.
Just thought Id tell yall a lil story.