Not again

When I looked behind me and didn't see the familiar red car that had been a constant for me, I thought little about it, knowing they had to take time before turning. It wasn't their fault that I gave little warning to them before I did.

I had just driven a mile or so when a car blocked my path. Puzzled, I tried to avoid colliding with it by driving back, so I could drive by the side, only for my car to get hit on the back.

“What the freaking fuck?!” I cursed, trying to drive my car out, only for the one in the front to smash into it.

I knocked my head on the steering wheel, losing consciousness.

….

My head hurts. Every part of my body felt like it survived a run-down. I attempted to open my eyes, but it felt difficult. Something wet and warm trickled down the side of my face. I tried to raise my hand, to touch my head but realized I couldn't move it.

What's happening?

I wondered, recalling what happened the last time I was awake. At the thought of that, I snapped my eyes open, winc