It was snowing. She thinks there was hail as well because she remembered the sound of rocks hitting the windshield. It was freezing with blazing winds.
She just got the car two months ago and also her driving license just two months ago as well. She never drove a car before and her family didn’t live in a place that had true cold weather in the winter. She didn’t know there was a function to heat the windshield so the ice melted on it own in the car. Every half hour, she had to stop on the side of the road. She and South, her cousin, took turn coming out of the car scrapping the ice off the windshield. It was stupid, but worked marvelously. She could see the road clearly. Everytime the windshield started to fog with ice, she stopped and scraped.
She drove the whole time on the right lane, going very slowly. She had no intention of speeding in that type of weather. South played her cool hip music on the radio and they both sang along. That cozy feeling inside the car was heart warming. Then she started to realize everyone suddenly moved to the left lane. She didn’t get it. Why would people wanted to speed up in this weather? If you drove slow, you would do it on the right lane. Then in the dark, in the same lane with her, she saw a big truck ahead. She felt better. Someone else was also on the same lane.
But then she continued getting closer and closer to the truck. At first, she just thought that the truck was moving very slowly. Then she realized that the truck did not move at all and she was approaching it fast. Shit! She pressed on the break hard. The whole car jerked to the front, South bumped into the front dash board. It was hailing outside and the road was frozen. The car slid on the road. The break didn’t do anything it supposed to do. South closed her eyes tightly and hugged herself as small as possible. She tried her one last attempted to turn the wheel to the left to avoid as little damage as possible.
Her car slid right into the truck. The air bag popped open and hit her hard on the face. Everything was blacking out for a second. She couldn’t hear anything. She couldn’t see anything.
A second later, she opened her eyes, feeling sure she was still alive. She immediately looked at South. South looked fine, no bleeding, no burn.
“Are you ok?” She yelled
“yes yes I think so” South replied “are you?”
“yeah. I think so”
She then looked up straight ahead and realized her effort to turn the wheel was worth it. Only the right side of the bumper hit the truck. That right corner was crushed. But at least, the whole car was not hitting anything anymore.
She never felt closer to death than that moment.