Screams, tires screech, then it's a loud bang. Ambulances, police, everyone gathered around to see what just happened. What the commotion was about. Some saw, others just heard, but they want to look closely. Why does everyone need to see this kinds of things? What if it was them in the middle of the road? Would they like all those strangers around them? Just looking at them.   Thinking 'what reckless people' 'why would you cross the road so reckless?' Deciding themselves who the culprit is, and who isn't. They all just judge. But I, I can't move. I was just a few steps away from that reckless person who crossed the road.   I wasn't injured, nothing hurt, nothing happened to me. Yet they are still asking if I'm alright. I can't shake my head, or agree, because I don't know how I feel. That reckless person could have been me. I would be the one being lifted, motionless. But I wasn't. I'm still standing here just watching. 'I think he's traumatized'   Watching a young teen, being lifted by the paramedics. He seems to be fine, but why is he motionless? 'Sir please talk to me'   Two cars, crashed together. Adding three more people. Two elderly, and one office young man. Blood, running down, like a cascade, it's dazzling, but then it hits you. Bright and clear, its not a colorful cascade, it's bloody blood, crimson red. In some sense I wish to get away, but I can't. My legs wot move. My arms are frozen to my side. It feels as my heart stopped. My head, the sounds, they keep repeating over and over again. The sudden crash, within a blink of an eye. The smell is the worst, it feels as I can even taste it. The horrific smell of metallic blood, the color of crimson red. Flashing lights, black spots,