Clermont: A Short Story

It all happened so quickly. I was just driving into Clermont. And it happened. Another car collided with mine. There I was, realizing the trouble I had gotten in, when all of a sudden I was pained and bleeding. It hurt so very, very horribly. The car was on top of me. On top of me! I don’t even know how that was possible, but it was happening, and it hurt so badly. My ears were ringing, and when they stopped, all I heard was fire. It took a while, but I eventually heard ambulances. I was so shocked and stunned, I couldn’t move. It might have also been the pain. I wanted to shout something, but the doctor ended up giving me that opportunity.

“Why are you driving so fast?” he asked. “He’s dead.”

This was something I never wanted to hear. I didn’t

There was a massively destructive thunderstorm and tornado, and I was in the line of fire. I was trapped in a rather large area of uprooted trees, and it took a while before anyone found me. Twenty-four hours after the storm. They found me a whole day later. Oh, it was a relief to be found. I was so happy, I wasn’t going to die, but all that excitement made me tired. I fell asleep half an hour later.

I was loaded into a car, from what they told me, and driven off to the hospital. I felt myself, later, lying on a freezing cold table. I heard the doctor speak with despair, “There is no sign of life, from what I can tell.” I wasn’t able to respond right then.

A bit later, I heard the scratching of a pen on paper, I knew he was signing my death warrant. I wouldn’t accept that. I could not accept that. I exclaimed:

“I’m still alive! Not dead! Still breathing.”

The doctor was dumbfounded that I lived through all of that. He asked me,

“How are you still alive?” and I merely replied:

“I fell asleep after I was found in the trees. I guess I never awoke, until now.”

Still not the last time that would happen. I had yet another experience to go through, and this one was, by far, my most lucky. I probably will never get this luck again. Too bad I wasn’t at a casino.

Now, middle-aged me. Not that far into the future, but not that little,

It was going rather well, no accidents so far. Then it happened. Everything collapsed on us. I was one of the few that didn’t get out. I am very lucky, as I said, because the soft earth had barreled into me, propelling me forward onto the pipes, but stopped with my chin resting on the chilly pipe. I was buried 17 feet down, could hardly breath, but I luckily fainted to conserve the oxygen later.

When they finally got us all out, I was the deepest one. I was so bloody and battered, they, yet again, thought I was dead. They once again rushed me off to the hospital, and I was laying on that cold table again. I had just opened my eyes slightly, but the light was blinding. I had to squint, and I saw the doctor right close, holding something shiny. It was a needle. Way too large for my comfort. I had to speak, just had to, but I wasn’t able to. I managed to rattle out a shaky, “W-what are you g-gonna do with