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"We need to get them out of there!" I heard voices yelling outside in the distance, but had been to lightheaded to know just where they were coming out. Confused, stunned and fear filled my thoughts as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain abruptly rushed up my spine in my brow and immediately I collapsed back on the chilly damp floor inside this mangled metallic coffin where I was trapped. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, attempting to impede this gigantic throbbing that was impacting my mind. I skimmed my brow and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain got into my mind again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and maintain my equilibrium. There was blood pouring down the side of my face, forming a puddle on the floor. As I raised up my head, all I could see were lights flashing and ghostly shadows moving in all directions. The blood which I had loss slowly took affect on me personally, feeling disoriented I plummeted to the ground hoping that this twisted metal coffin wouldn't become my tombstone. "I don't need to go!" I cried in my mother. "Perry get in the car, no questions asked!" She refused to repeat herself. My mom was one of those individuals who had been through a great deal in her own life. After you woke in her eyes, rather than her backing down she would stare straight back at you with 10 days the drive, that literally felt like the eyeballs were being pushed directly to the rear of your mind. She constantly made dinner for your family, and like any girls had a bit "me" time where no one could bother her as she stuffed her brain with useless T.V drama. "Hurry your lazy bum up" my little brother swiftly remarked before creating his quick exit through the front door. "I''m not going to co...