I was just walking around Seattle in another boring day of my life. I spent most of the day around the Seattle science center, which is always fun to do. I love looking down from the top of the Space Needle, when you got the wind gushing through the walking area, and you think man this would be so cool if it was my house. How many time have I thought that; way to many to count. The view from the top is just breath taking, and as always i think that the EMP is one weird looking building, it looks like a huge steamer left by some giant alien dog. Just being able to live here is a dream. Well as 10:30pm rolls around I decide im late for my date with the boob tube. As I always do I have to leave by walking by that great big steamer, but from the Harrison St view. I don’t know why I leave that way; probably habit.
Let me tell you tonight was different, oh boy it was different, and some what left me speechless. Standing on the crosswalk next to the corner of 5th Ave N and Harrison St,I wait for the light to let me walk across without getting killed. Right as it shows the walking man that tells me I can go, I spot a car coming down 5th Ave way to fast, and the traffic on Harrison street is thick. So now I have come to a complete stop in the middle of the crosswalk, and my mind can’t come to grips with whats about to happen here and now. It is an abnormally Dark night tonight, and it is the first rain in two weeks so the roads are slick, why would anyone drive as fast as this one BMW. I wouldn’t know, because I certainly would not. So still standing in the road I realize I need to move, and as I run to the other side I watch the light hoping that it will turn or that the person in the BMW will stop.
Eternity is the best word to describe what I was feeling the moment I heard the tires squealing on the oil slick cement. As I am turning my body to see what is about to unfold I see the traffic from Harrison St finally realize what was going on. More and more people slamming their break pedals to try to stop before colliding into one another. Right as that was taking place the BMW made contact with another car, and I don’t remember what make, because all I could do was watch the destruction as it took its toll. At first impact the forward direction of both vehicles were severely changed to what looked more like a recoil, and spin. Until they hit again, but this time flat on both of there sides like clapping your hands, but with glass shattering, and mettle grinding against mettle. At this point I saw in the BMW the blond hair and face of a little boy just staring from the middle of the intersection, but I only saw him because the two cars had separated enough to see through the shattering glass and bits of plastic flying through the air, as they did their dance of death. I would have to guess that he had been walking on the other crosswalk when the BMW almost hit him, and he probably jumped out of the way not knowing that he had just jumped into traffic. Another collision by the two dancers closed off my view of the boy and my concern for the people in the cars, but with that collision my heart sank to a depth that I don’t think any person should feel; the windshield of the other car broke into who knows how many pieces. It was what was behind the windshield that caused this anguish, for what I now saw was more horrible than anything I have ever seen .
A face if that’s what you want to call it, but it was not a face any more. Battered and brutally bruised beyond recognition was the face of a teenage girl. Her face matted with blood had her brown hair stuck across it. I thank God that her hair was there, because I would have vomited right there on site if I had seen more. The way that collision threw her this way and that, made my mind spin and my stomach lurch but then, the devil obviously not done with this twisted moment, parted the two cars just in time for me to see that the next collision would have that boy in its grasp……
Waking up in bed with my heart doing cut-time and me screaming out no, is not the way to start out a day. Diary this entry is more about a dream i had that night, because my day was really uneventful. This dream is still haunting me as if I was really there. I have a weird hankerin for some radish.
…Who do we blame the unfortunate disasters on…
…God, the devil, or ourselves…
…There is a war out there, and it goes on every day everywhere…
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