There are too many lights hurting my eyes. Different colors flashing. Want to close them. Want to sleep.
He's saying: ma'am, ma'am, can you hear me? I need to you tell me what happened. I need to you to remember and be as detailed as you can. Someone puts a wool blaket around my shoulders and it's summer time in the desert and I want to scream but my face is numb. The blanket is scratching at my neck.
The lights flash. Red. There is a small figure covered by a white sheet. Blue. Broken glass shimmers on the road like ice.
In the pines, in the pines...
Someone shines a flashlight into my eyes. They place two fingers on my wrist. Red. There is blood soaking through the white sheet. I feel a cold spot on my head and my fingers come away wet and slippery. I don't want to look at them. Blue. I