The thunderstorm was as a molten silver sky, quenching the earth she cocooned in black causing the sun to shy away. Heartbroken, hurt, enraged I left for England on that scholarship based on an argument we had last night. I was hurt but angry. The rhythmic pounding on the galvanized roof had my mind uneasy wondering what my future would be like and reviewing if my decisions would be good or ill-fated.
A warm sensation aggressively took over my body as though I was being controlled. But my head was in despair, Cupid took his lover struck arrow, and Aphrodite took back her love, pleasure, passion, and Lyssa struck me with anger and hatred. I have never been so upset. I hurriedly gathered my packed suitcases placed one on-top of the other alongside, with my beautiful wooden violin, Chemistry and law textbooks purchased for my four-year college degree. My Dad looked at me proudly as his only child made her life decision path. I could have seen tears building up into his proud eyes it bubbled and on singular tear detached from his glands. Slowly kissed his cheeks running down to his chin and detaching. He knew I was ready to take on the world. Ready to be the first to be sent off to college out of my home county. "Alright all docked and ready missy I am prepared to drive and meet you at the airport" he said. "Okay dad," I responded I hopped into the car and started it. My dad behind me starting his vehicle. I fixed my rare view mirrors and made sure my passport was on the left side of the driver's seat.
Eventually, I drove off, my dad crusingly followed behind. Zeus struck his mighty tears on Gaia's territory, following lightning which aggressively hit the sky and a loud burst of thunder following it. Driving in this weather was difficult especially when in still in grieving anger. My mind has been so fixated on the argument. Then I lost controlled of my vehicle.
one moment, there was the road open wide and safe, the next there are loud noises, acrid smells, and pain that you may or may not recover from. A car crash comes as a shock and that is an aspect, he movies and novels are not good at showing. It is equivalent of looking without seeing, a form of emotional blindness. Suddenly everything stopped. I am in midair hanging from my seat belt unconscious. The vehicle I once drove battered and torn like my heart sits and the earth's surface. As the saying goes you never knew what you had until you lost it.
The end of a car crash was the start of hell, or recovery and pain on pain.