The shaking hands of the shook up woman reached out, grasping the coffee cup tightly within her palm, warming her as the surrounding of the oblong room sent a chill down her spine. The dreary atmosphere where nothing but a desk sits and bare bulb hangs from the ceiling, plus the mirror which she knew people were watching her through. This feels more like being committed for crime rather than the reporting of the most horrific scene she had witnessed to date.
“You can relax, miss. Start from the beginning and tell us what you saw.” The grey-haired older man gently said, sitting across from her with his paper and pen at the ready.
She wiped the tears from her cheeks and closed her eyes, searching her mind, having tried to discard every scarring detail from it.
“My name is Elizabeth Green. The accident happened yesterday, on the third of March, at around ten p.m. I had just finished my late shift, and it was dark. It was pouring it down with rain. I forgot my coat, so I used my briefcase to shelter my hair and ran to my car. There weren’t many cars left in the car park, it was empty, and no one was around.”
“As I waited for my front mirror to clear, I heard loud exhausts, and two cars zoomed past on the road in front, side by side. Teenagers, racing on the empty streets, though you would have thought they would have learned more about the safety of driving, not to mention the black ice as the temperature had plummeted throughout the day.”
“When my engine was warm, I turned my lights on and reversed my car, driving to the car park exit, ready to turn onto the road. Before I knew it, the two cars drove back the other way, and loud horns frightened me. The screeching of the cars halting and entwining with each other and the lorry approaching them was surreal, impossible to recreate. I couldn’t believe my eyes, and my ears didn’t want to listen. I was frozen. I immediately rang for help.”
“I ran out into the road and tried shouting, but I couldn’t see anyone through the wreckage; smoke surrounded all three vehicles as the rain interfered. I wanted to help but didn’t know how to; I was useless. All I could imagine was the parents of the victims hearing the words; there has been an accident. When I heard the first siren, I woke from the oblivious haze I had fallen into, returning to the horrifying scene. The ruined cars knotted together as if one tried to get back into the right lane before hitting the lorry. The body of the young passenger sprawled on the bonnet, being something I wish I could forget. The poor lorry driver didn’t know what was coming and now has to live with it,” she finished, catching her breath as the reminiscing choked her.