Lucky to Be Alive

Tears began flowing from my eyes like flooding rivers. I screamed and screamed, louder then the mightest roars of thunder.

I wanted to pick him up out and take him out of harms way. But I knew moving him could possibly make his condition worse.

"Jason!" I heard my mother scream out repeatedly, the screams getting closer and closer.

But I couldn't look away. I couldn't let anything else happen to him.

The last thing I remeber seeing was a trickle of blood coming out of his nose before I felt my mother's arm wrap around my shoulder.

She pulled me back away from harm. I turned around and collapsed into her chest.

I had never cried so much or so hard in my life.