mia

It started off slowly. It was almost beautiful for those mentally inept. Everything looked as if I had smeared a glob of Vaseline in my eyes. I could see the sky, although blurry, and realized I was still outside. I caught a glimpse of my bicycle lying beside me. I couldnt remember why I was laying on my back. I heard breathing. I could see movements in front of me. Dark, amber smears of light were figures passing before my eyes. Someone stepped on my arm. It was the first thing I could remember feeling since seeing the sky. In fact, I dont think I could feel anything now but the strange drying like coagulating blood on the surface of my upper body.
I started to notice a pain in my back, scraping along the ground below me. It was as if I was lunging backward over and over, but I could not feel my legs powering this movement. The dark amber smears moved rapidly over my eyes, leaving me to wonder if there was really anything there at all. I felt my nose now. The pain spread across my face rapidly where I was previously numb. My broken bones and cartilage were dropping down over my face and dripping fluids into my mouth. It was then I realized the blurriness was massive amounts of blood seeping into my eyes. Blood was covering every part of my face. I could taste it, feel it, and smell it, and of course see it.
I began to feel pressure clamping on the inner part of each arm, pulling them above my head. A slight pinch in the soft area of the under arm gave evidence to someone pulling me in a jerking motion. Everything was moving so slow. Now I know it could have only been seconds, or even minutes. At least it was only minutes after it all happened.
I remember riding my bike now, down to the bar on 6th street for St. Patricks Day. I was alone, slightly toasted. I was near the park blocks before I forgot anything. After rigorous tests and courtroom examinations, I learned what I had forgotten. A drunk driver swerved, knocking me off of the bike. I flew across the park, almost unseen. It was a head on collision with the front of the truck, thus breaking my nose. As I lay there after this hit and run, unconscious, the first person to encounter me was the rapist. He took advantage of my now paralyzed torso. The scrapes on my back and a spot of dried semen were his only attributes to my situation. Seconds before I passed out due to blood loss, some other drunkard on a bike with a cell phone called the ambulance. He pulled me to the side, staying with me until they came. He was the hero.