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The impact repeated in my mind like a disk that couldn't stop skipping. Over and over and over the screeching motors roared in my ears along with the horrendous cracking and snapping and splintering of bones I didn't even know I had bursting upward and tearing through my flesh. A vile, unreal sensation greeted my raw fingertips as I clutched at my stomach and chest, feeling hot, sticky, wet masses in my hands--realizing somewhere in the back of my buised and bleeding brain that I was squeezing my own goddamned intestines. I wanted to vomit, I wanted to scream, but I was too busy choking on the blood that was rapidly pooling in my mouth and clogging my throat. My chest had been pushed inward. I laid there, trying to breathe, trying to think, but my heart and lungs were being crushed by my own skeleton. I was losing my mind. I was so far beyond pain at this point that I was unable to feel anything; see anything; hear anything. I was suffocating slowly and the only thought in my head was:
How could I have let her die.
How could I.
How could I have let her die.
How could I.