Don't talk, you

A story

It was a moment

Short yet long. That one second took everything from me.

Early evening. A four-car pileup on a wide, busy road.

Between the city buses carrying passengers, the dump trucks, and the large sedans, there was a small passenger car.

Cars overturned, causing many injuries,

Inside the overturned car, crumpled like a piece of toilet paper. I was there.

I was stuck in the car, hanging upside down. It was excruciatingly painful and terrifying. I kept thinking, "What if I die like this?"

Before we knew it, ambulances and people were surrounding the accident scene, making a lot of noise as they arrived.

rattling rattling

The paramedics groaned in front of the car. The car door, already dented and crumpled, seemed unopenable. Honestly, it was a miracle it even opened.

I wanted to shout at them.

I wanted to get out of this pool of blood.

I wanted to turn my head and see the faces of my parents in the front seat, my older sister next to me, and my younger sibling.

But I couldn't move. I resented my body, which didn't move as I wanted, as if it wasn't mine.

The paramedics who had been talking outside for a while walked away.

Save us. Get us out. Save us. I opened my lips to say those words, but no words came out.

why?

It hurts, it's painful, it's hard,

Blood dripped from his dried body and pooled on the floor. Perhaps that was why I felt dizzy. My head was pounding, the world was spinning, and even closing and opening my eyes was difficult.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The paramedic, who had banged hard on the window edge, removed the glass and carefully carried my brother out from the doorway. His small body was limp.

My parents and younger sibling were rescued, and I made eye contact with the paramedics who were taking my older sister out.

Instead of saying hello, he smiled slightly with his eyes.

'Kim Jong-dae' was the name written on his chest.

The agent, who appeared to be in his early twenties, opened his eyes wide and shouted outside. I couldn't hear what he said, but I vaguely understood it.

"I am a survivor-"

The hands of the agent who had moved my sister and returned in a hurry felt urgent, but somehow reassuring. She's alive. She's not dead.

I closed my eyes. I was sleepy.

So I fell asleep.