I heard a sound like a gun shot blast! The Volkswagen that I had borrowed from Dad began to go out of control. I started turning the steering wheel to keep the car on the road. For a few endless seconds, my attempts were in vain. The car rolled over three times, then released my body. My brain gave me a vision of me going around the city square. Everyday life was taking place as usual. I saw people looking my way, the expressions on their faces, I thought were strange. The pain was getting worse all over my body. My face felt like an inferno. Something must have been terribly wrong. People were running around me. My biggest fear was I did not understand. Why was I in so much pain? Every time someone placed something on me, I would try to move out of their way. What was happening to me? Why were they doing things to me I could not control?
