Crash

     It was the evening of Friday, April 10. It was rapidly growing dark, and my headlights were on. I was driving down a quiet residential road here in town. To be honest, I was going faster than I should have been, and I made the unforgivable mistake of becoming distracted and looking away from the road. I had neared the end of the street and needed to slow to make the turn; however, I wasn't paying attention and didn't realize this until it was too late.
     When I looked up from whatever had distracted me, I saw only a tree directly in front of my car. There must have been a loud noise with the impact of my little Honda Civic meeting the rough, sturdy tree.
     There was blackness for a second, a minute. I opened my eyes to see a white airbag right in front of my face and a small stream of smoke emurging from the crunched-up hood of my car.
     I panicked. This sort of thing didn't happen to me. I was a safe driver. Well, up until now.
     I wrenched open the car door and felt a searing pain in the back of my head.
     And then I ran.